Chapter 198: Miss Yafel Magical Artifacts

Chapter 198: Miss Yafel Magical Artifacts

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

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Chapter 198: Miss Yafel Magical Artifacts

Harry opened his eyes and found himself on the cold floor of the shop.

"You couldn't even put me on a bed?"

The witch scoffed.

"You just woke up and already complaining. Beds are for guests, and I don't remember inviting you into my shop."

"Harry, how are you feeling?" Daphne was kneeling at his side.

He tried to stand up a bit, and it felt like he was being stabbed by a dozen knives.

"I feel...better, thanks."

Harry's eyes moved around the room until they landed back on the older witch.

"At least bring me some robes, don't be so stingy."

The woman's frown appeared to deepen.

"I care not for your comfort. I still have to decide if you are going to leave this place alive. Now tell me...who are you and how do you know my name?" She pointed her staff at him.

'At least she is still temperamental as I remember...' He wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

"I am Harry Potter," he answered.

"Never heard of you..." The witch responded.

"And I have not interacted with the House of Potter in a very long time...I am sure none of them had learned of my identity or about my pact." She added.

"I wasn't done..." Harry huffed.

"As for how I know your old name or about the pact you were forced to sign by that 'Crazy old Man'...you told me yourself."

"Oh?...did I?" Morgana didn't seem too fazed by his revelation.

"So you are claiming to be either...the reincarnation of an old foe of mine, or someone who tampered with the laws of time and space. Is that what you are saying?"

Harry frowned. He still hadn't been able to figure that out.

"Do you know the reason? I'm sure there were no flaws in the ritual."

"Ritual magic is already flawed enough...but that was not what went wrong. You already had the effect of a ritual inside your body and these conflicted with the one you did today...your body paid the price of that conflict."

"The effects of another ritual?..." He did not know what to think of that.

He never performed any rituals in this life, and the previous owner of this body didn't even know how to hold a wand. He looked at his hands.

'If it's not a ritual...then what is inside this body?...'

"By your reaction...you don't know what I'm talking about," the witch observed.

"Well...this is none of my business, but you should figure that out before doing more reckless magic on yourself."

"I will..." He needed to find out what happened. As proven by today's events, having unknown effects on his body can only end up in catastrophe.

"Now all that is left is...the matter of payment." Morgana glanced at him.

"You already took my blood." Harry had not missed the fact that the pool of blood beneath him had disappeared.

"Ah!, is true! where did all the blood go?" Daphne had been focusing completely on Harry and had missed that.

"That should give you at least a century or two," Harry told her.

"Mmm....aren't you a bit overconfident?....very well. But that would only cover my work, you still need to pay for the loss of my precious homunculus and the robes. Let's say ten thousand for the homunculus and fifty for the robes."

"That's so expensive!" Daphne exclaimed. She may not know the price of that weird baby, but with that amount of money, one could buy a large number of rare ingredients. And fifty galleons for those ugly black robes was just robbery.

The witch chuckled.

"If you can't pay, we can reach a different agreement. If you give the method you used to travel through timelines, we can call it even..."

"I will send my house elf with the money in a few days," Harry told her. He didn't take her request seriously at all.

Madam Yafel shrugged. She already expected that. Even if Harry knew how to do that, a method to travel through timelines like that was not something that could be bought with mere coins.

Harry adjusted the robes and looked at Daphne.

"Do you have my wand?"

She nodded and brought it to him.

"We should return to the castle before it gets too late. Or they will question our absence."

"Come visit again, my customers are always welcome." The witch said with a smile.

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