Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Isn't it because the Ministry of Magic hires dementors because they don't need money, they are open all year round, and they bring their own "torture instruments"?

Ivan murmured silently, but said generously.

"Forget it, let it rest for a day... we will come back tomorrow."

It is enough for him to be able to raise the Hushen Guard to Level 4, and then he only needs to take the time to practice slowly.

Dougt could tell that Ivan was in a good mood, but given that Ivan had been fighting the Dementor for so long, he still made suggestions.

"It's still early, how about I take you outside for a stroll?"

Ivan nodded, staying in the black magic shop and couldn't go out every day, he was a little awake long ago.

After coming here, Ivan has always wanted to know what Knockdown Alley looks like, but he didn't upgrade the Hushen Guard to Level 4 before, so he didn't have the guts to go out alone.

"Let's go, I think, you will like that place..." Dougt said mysteriously.

Ivan had some interest.

Dougret re-locked the box holding the dementor, and then planted protective magic in this empty room, before taking Ivan out of the house.

"What if I wait for a patient to come?" Ivan glanced back.

"They will wait there obediently." Doug said indifferent.

Those who are willing to come here to treat are some special patients, either because they are injured because of shameful reasons, or else they are the dark wizards with criminal records. They can't go to a regular hospital, they can only come to him.

No matter how long they have to wait!

Ivan quickly figured out this point, and realized it in his heart, it's no wonder that Dougte offered such a cruel price during the treatment. It turned out that he was not afraid of the opponent's rejection...

After walking for about twenty minutes, Dougte's path became more and more skewed, and Ivan's brows frowned.

Had it not been for memory to show that Doug had been acquainted with his mother for more than ten years, and the relationship had been good, Ivan would almost think that he had been trafficked.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, Ivan found that there were more pedestrians around him.

Further ahead, there is a large square that is somewhat dilapidated, but it is very lively. On both sides of the square, there are many wizard seats sitting on the ground. A rag is placed in front of them, on which weird magical objects or materials are placed. ....

"That's what you're talking about?" Ivan looked around curiously, and he felt that these wizards were like street vendors in the night market in his previous life.

"Of course, your mother hasn't brought you here yet?" Dougt looked back at him, and then explained.

"This is the wizard market in Knockdown Alley. Whether it is legal or illegal, everyone can find what they want here."

"No." Ivan shook his head, remembering that Aixia would only take him to Diagon Alley occasionally.

"Did you buy the dementors here too?" Ivan asked.

"You want to be beautiful!" Dougt rolled his eyes."It took me a lot of tongue and a lot of Jin Jialong to get it with a friend."

"Even here it is impossible to buy it." Doug said proudly, but didn't notice Ivan muttering to himself.

What's good for sale?con man!

"Let's see if there is anything you want... I pay it as a gift for you." Dougter gestured, but saw Ivan's eyes light up, and then added another sentence.

"Don't choose too expensive..."

Ivan ignored him, but walked to one of the stalls, knelt down, and picked up a bottle of blood.

This is a bottle of Ye Qi’s blood, and there are bottles with dragon blood and unicorn blood beside it. Ivan was a little emotional for a while. What he wanted to get before could be so easy to buy in the market. To.

But after getting in touch, Ivan realized the difference.

Blood of Ye Qi

Activity: very low

Explanation: This is the blood of a male adult night qi, containing the magic power of death.

Noting the prompt in the system's inventory, Ivan shook his head disappointedly and put the bottle back. The activity of the blood was too low, and he didn't know how long it had been placed, and could not be used to make blood fusion potions.

"A bottle of dragon blood 35 gallons, night ghost blood 50 gallons, unicorn blood...70 gallons!"

The stall owner was an old witch with a pipe dangling, wearing a top-pointed hat with smoke spitting out of her mouth. After seeing Ivan shaking her head, she leaped forward and stared at him.

"But seeing you look cute, how about a 30% discount from my sister?"

Ivan leaned back calmly. He didn't understand the market price, but he also knew that the price was really high. It was a bit unusual. The horn of a unicorn in Diagon Alley was only 21 gallons. but...

"Why is unicorn blood so much more expensive than others?" Ivan asked strangely.

"Have you heard that anyone raises unicorns?" the old witch asked.

Ivan understood that dragons were bred in some places, and part of the night ride was tamed by wizards. It is normal for the price to be lower.

"Have you not chosen yet?" Dougt walked up at this time, and when he saw the three bottles under Ivan's gaze, he frowned, picked up one of them, and took out some gold from the bag. Kanon put it on the stall.

"Black market price, 11 gallons of Ye Qi blood, just buy this!"

The hand of the old witch holding the cigarette shook sharply, and she started to curse with her eyebrows raised, but after raising her eyes to see the person, her mouth stopped again and she smashed her mouth.

"Mad Dog Dougt?"

"You say it again, I'll press your head into the cauldron!" Dougter grinned, and after dropping the money, he pulled Ivan out of the small stall.

"Why are you buying Ye Qi blood? I just look at it." Ivan said helplessly.

"Don't worry, it won't be wasted. Even if you don't need it, your mother will use it." Dougt blinked at him.

Ivan looked at him, thinking that Dougte had discovered the secret of his blood fusion, but then he reacted. Dougte pointed out that some magic items should be used to make some magic items. This was a sigh of relief. Then asked curiously.

"Why did that old witch call you so just now?"

"Um... sometimes multiple deterrent nicknames can save a lot of trouble..." Dougt explained casually with his eyes flashing.

Ivan didn't ask much. After spending an afternoon together, he didn't realize that Doug was like a mad dog. Although he liked to drink and behave strangely, he was still normal.

Does it mean that he is drunk and likes to go crazy?

Ivan looked at Dougert's drunken appearance, and quietly moved a little farther away from him...

(PS: The inventor of the wolf poison potion was Bellby's uncle Damocles Marcus, not Snape. It is mentioned in the sixth book of the original work, and I have mentioned it in the previous chapters. In comparison with prices, the original Unicorn Horn sold 21 Jin Jialong, and 17 ounces (28.350 grams) of Dragon Liver.)