Chapter 1331： Dark wizards versus death eaters?

 There are no dementors.

very good.

After Albert stepped into Hogsmeade, he found that the former wizard village had changed drastically.

 The original shops have been turned into shops selling black magic items, and the streets are full of stalls selling all kinds of strange items, and various cries can be heard in the ears.

However, it didn't give him the feeling of shopping in Diagon Alley. Pedestrians on the street all have a sinister aura of "I'm not a good person".

 Fortunately, there is no shortage of guys who hide their heads and tails here. Otherwise, even if Albert's dress is not inconsistent, he may be directly classified as not being a dark wizard.

 After all, he doesn’t feel sinister.

 “How much is this?”

Albert stopped at a stall selling rune snake eggs and looked at the genuine products on them in surprise.

 Yes, the real thing.

 There are really rune snake eggs at the stall.

Albert couldn't help but suspect that the black wizard in front of him came from Burkina Faso.

The black vendor looked up at Albert and didn't speak. I wonder if he didn't understand English.

Albert pointed to the rune snake egg and said again in French, "I want this, how many galleons."

This time, the black man reacted and raised his hand to gesture towards Albert, which probably meant not just selling.

 Good guy!

Is this intended to be a robbery?

I can’t see that not only is your skin black, but your heart is also black.

Albert looked the black wizard's eyes up and down. After staring at the other person's discomfort, he said calmly, "I want this kind of thing. If you are willing to sell it, the price can be negotiated. If you are not willing, forget it."

If the black man is willing to trade with him normally, then forget it. If not, he doesn't have the habit of being taken advantage of.

 After seeing the black man shaking his head, Albert was ready to walk away.

 He could see from the other side's eyes that the other side was just here to make fools.

Rune snake eggs are very rare. There are very few that have been seen, let alone easy to identify. Moreover, there is a black man from Burkina Faso, so the so-called rune snake eggs on the stall It’s not surprising that it sold at a sky-high price.

It's a pity that the guy in front of him is not a so-called black man from Burkina Faso at all. He is just a speculator who has used compound potions.

Of course, a knowledgeable person like Albert is not welcome.

Otherwise, how can you deceive others into adding Galleons?

Albert took a deep look at the stall owner selling rune snake eggs and continued to wander on the street. He had a hunch that there would be an unexpected harvest today.

 The items sold at the stalls are basically rare contraband items. Not only various black magic items can be seen everywhere, but also materials from many rare magical animals can be seen.

Unfortunately, the only problem is that the prices are very high, so much so that Albert suspects that these vendors are really here to sell items?

It even made Albert think about looting. As long as he got those precious materials, he wouldn't need to worry about those contraband raw materials in the next few years.

However, this idea was suppressed by Albert as soon as it came up. Of course he would not do such a thing, but... that is not necessarily true for the Death Eaters. Maybe they originally planned to do that.

 It's no good, Yaxley won't do it.

Through the lively neighborhood, Albert stopped at the door of the noisy Pig's Head Bar. After finding Ludo Bagman playing cards with someone on the table to the right of the counter, he walked over.

"I heard that you have a batch of fairy silverware that you are eager to get rid of." Albert said his purpose straight to the point.

“I do have some pieces of fairy silverware that I want to get rid of. Are you interested?”

Ludo Bagman raised his head and looked at the strange man in front of him. He didn't recognize him, but this kind of thing is not surprising here.

 “I need to see the goods first,” said Albert.

 “Oh, of course.”

Ludo Bagman looked a little casual, "But you know that the price of goblin silverware is not cheap."

“As long as the thing satisfies me, the price is not a problem?”

These words attracted a lot of prying eyes.

 There is no one who doesn’t like a big dog owner.

 If it had been anywhere else, something unpleasant would have happened.

 “It’s not suitable here, let’s go to the empty room upstairs.”

Ludo Bagman dropped his cards and lowered his voice.

After giving several of his accomplices a look that they had given to me, he got up and went to the counter, where he asked the boss Aberforth to borrow the empty room upstairs for a private deal.

After walking up the creaking stairs to the second floor, Ludo Bagman pushed open the first room on the left, invited Albert in with a smile, and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get the items." , and disappeared.

 A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

The next moment, the door was pushed open, and four wizards entered one after another and cast the Imperius Curse on the people in the room.

 Unfortunately, there is no one in the room.

Is this a case of taking advantage of others?

Ludo Bagman is so brave!

Albert, who was standing nearby, calmly looked at the four astonished dark wizards, raised his wand and controlled them one by one from behind.

Another minute later, Ludo Bagman came in with the goblin silverware. Naturally, he wanted to trade with the other party, but the price... As soon as he turned around, he saw the stranger pointing at him with a magic wand.

And his four accomplices also raised their wands and pointed at themselves.

Failed?

This ridiculous thought came to Ludo Bagman's head, and before he could reveal his identity as a Death Eater to threaten the other party, he felt lightheaded.

 “This is indeed a good choice, but the price is too expensive.”

It’s not surprising that a piece of elf silverware can be sold for thousands of galleons.

Of course, even if it is only sold for a few dozen galleons, it is normal.

　　…"Not what I want."

Albert looked at the silver plate and knives and forks in front of him and fell into a brief silence.

"I only offer this price." Albert gestured to Ludo Bagman, "If you agree, we can cooperate for a long time."

Ludo Bagman seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement, and received from the goblin a set of tableware, a precise silver wine glass, a silver mirror that may have been enchanted, and an exquisite silver glove with a hundred Sold to Albert for galleons.

 Next, Albert spent five galleons to acquire a short sword from Bagman that the goblins used for self-defense. According to his judgment, the entire short sword should be made of goblin iron.

After Ludo Bagman shared the wealth with four other accomplices in front of Albert, he took the Galleons he had just received and went to the street outside to buy a bunch of things that would be needed to rob the goblin later. However, he took those materials and exchanged them with Albert for a batch of "props" that would come in handy.

 Both parties are satisfied with the deal.

Before Ludo Bagman left, he patted his chest and promised to give Albert what he needs in the next trade.

Watching the five people leaving, Albert put away the pile of rare materials on the table one by one and then went downstairs, leaving the Pig's Head Bar under everyone's pointing.

 “A little bit of expectation.” Albert murmured.

 He found that he was actually more adaptable to this chaotic era than the Death Eaters.

"If I become the Dark Lord one day, there will be nothing wrong with Voldemort." Albert couldn't help but complain. He even had the idea in his heart to simply use the Imperius Curse to control all the Death Eaters and put Voldemort to death. The thought of becoming a loner and forgetting it.

 A complete set of ideas gradually took shape in Albert's mind.

Of course he can't do it on his own, but... he has the Elder Wand, so this ridiculous plan is really possible.

 Looking at the new tasks that appeared on the panel, Albert couldn't help but complain: "Do you want me to be the boss behind the scenes?"

 Being a behind-the-scenes BOSS or something like that, Albert has no interest in.

 It requires too many calculations and is too tiring.

Just think about it, and Voldemort is not a fool. Once a large number of core Death Eaters are controlled by the Imperius Curse, it will be easy to see the flaws.

Think about it carefully, the Imperius Curse is indeed quite terrifying, no wonder it is classified as an Unforgivable Curse.

 Albert suddenly looked forward to the dark wizard fighting the Death Eaters.

 Since both parties are not good people, they will die if they die.

 (End of this chapter)