Chapter 101: Say it again, and I will press your head into the cauldron!

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

Ivan murmured silently, but still said generously.

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

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

Dougt could see that Ivan was in a good mood, but since Ivan had been fighting the Dementors 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 every day and couldn't go out, he was a little bit too busy for a long time.

After came here, Ivan always wanted to know what Knockdown Alley looked like, but he had not upgraded the Hushen Guard to Level 4 before, so he didn't have the guts to go out alone.

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

Ivan has some interest.

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

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

"They'll wait there obediently." Doug said nothing.

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.

They have to wait no matter how long!

Ivan quickly figured out this, and understood 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.

If it weren’t for his 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 he was trafficked.

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

"But seeing you look cute, how about your sister giving you a 30% discount?"

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 abnormal. 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 someone raises unicorns?" the old witch asked.

Ivan understands that dragons are bred in some places, and some of the night rides are also 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.

"The black market price, Ye Qi blood 11 gallons, just buy this!"

The old witch shook her hand with the cigarette. and started cursing with her eyebrows raised, but after raising her eyes to see the person, she stopped talking again and 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 took Ivan and left 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 it should be used to make certain magic items, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Then asked curiously.

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

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

Ivan didn’t ask more. After spending an afternoon together, he didn’t see 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 drunk appearance, calmly 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 addition, as In contrast to prices, the original Unicorn Horn sold 21 Jin Jialong, and 17 ounces (28.350 grams) of Dragon Liver.)