Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Maybe there is something special inside this black copper-colored iron box, or maybe it will be valuable in the eyes of some historical relic lovers, but in Wright's opinion, this thing is probably not a magic item, but an ordinary item. historical artifacts?

His eyes just paused for a moment on the iron box, and then immediately turned around, glancing back and forth at the other alchemy items on the stone platform. In the process, he also showed interest in some other magic items, such as It is almost the stone doll placed in the uppermost corner on the left side of the stone platform, and there is a puppet model near the middle.

After a while, Wright pretended to casually pick up the black copper iron box on the stone platform.

It's cold in the hand and doesn't feel heavy. This may be because the iron box is not carved from a single piece of metal, but is only wrapped in a layer of metal on the outside and hollowed out on the inside.

Wright looked through the iron box in his hand. He would not believe that what suddenly caught his attention was just a sparse and ordinary historical item. It must be some kind of treasure with restrained brilliance.

I guess so……

Wright's fingers gently rubbed the iron box, which felt warm and smooth to the touch. It seemed that the iron box had been polished by the passage of time to be as smooth as a pebble, without even a trace of rust. The sand scratches on the side of the iron box are slightly rough, and are the only places with traces except for the multi-legged scarab carving on the top.

"What's so good about this ugly iron box?" Furong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." Wright shook his head and gave an answer that left Fleur quite speechless.

Fleur twitched her lips. This kind of answer could be said to be so straightforward and boring. It was so stereotypical British! And there were so many beautiful things on the table, but I only saw this iron box with a beetle carved on it.

Without continuing to care about Fleur, Wright asked the blond black-robed wizard standing behind the stone platform: "Sir, the price of this iron box..."

"Two silver beetles," the black-robed wizard said simply, his voice sounded rough and hoarse, which was extremely inconsistent with his handsome appearance. "If you don't have Egyptian currency, you can also take out an alchemical item of your own. come out."

But what was surprising was not only his voice, but also the fact that the language Wright used to ask him was Arabic, but he answered in French.

"French wizard? Beauxbatons', or Durmstrang's? Or a wild wizard?" This thought circulated in Wright's mind, but he did not say it directly.

Just the price of two silver beetles...

Like the United Kingdom, the most authoritative financial institution in the wizarding world of Egypt is Gringotts. Although the wizarding currencies between the two countries are very different, the classification of Egyptian currency is also very characteristic of the country. Ten copper beetles are equal to one Silver beetles, ten silver beetles equal one golden beetle.

In terms of approximate value, Silver Beetle and Silver Siko are still about the same.

Therefore, this so-called treasure that Wright originally had high hopes for, but which has been hidden from view, is probably just a bargain of two Sickles.

This price can only buy a bottle of butterbeer in the Pig's Head Bar. This is because the prices in the Pig's Head Bar are much higher than those in other bars...

Wright felt his face hurt a little.

"This price..."

Before Wright could finish speaking, the wizard said again: "Is it set high? I just came here and I don't know much about the price level here. How about that silver beetle?"

"No, it's not..." Wright opened his mouth weakly. Isn't this black-robed wizard too talkative? And why doesn’t your expression change when you speak? It's dry and stiff, and the questions are all turned into declarative sentences, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

never mind!

Wright simply took out two silver beetles from his pocket and handed them to the black-robed wizard behind the stone platform. He felt that if the wizard continued to talk, he might lower the price a little more, and the iron box would really become a bargain that was not even worth a Nat.

Just as Wright was about to turn around and leave, the wizard spoke again, his tone as calm as ever: "This iron box has a switch. You can touch this place, and then it will open."

"Huh?" Wright looked towards the black-robed wizard and saw that he had taken out a box from somewhere that looked similar to the iron box in his hand.

No, it's not that they're almost the same, I should say they're exactly the same...

Wright, who said nothing, followed the instructions of the black-robed wizard and gently pressed his fingers on the back plate carved with the many-legged scarab on the upper level of the iron box.

With a quick and slight click, an eight-petal metal triangle with irregular edges suddenly popped out from the top edge of the iron box. The scarab carving on the top layer was not affected at all, just like an eight-pointed star.

After Wright tried a few more times, he restored the iron box to its original appearance and said to the black-robed wizard, "Thank you."

The black-robed wizard nodded and stopped talking.

Wright quickly took Fleur with him and left this sad place.

If there was only one iron box, he would feel much better, but the black-robed wizard actually took out a second one in front of him. From this look, he could tell that this box was probably mass-produced. In addition, the black-robed wizard also knew the structure of the iron box very well, and he knew even better where and what mechanisms were set up.

This makes people feel doubly uncomfortable!

Sure enough, things like missing out in transactions will never happen to me! Wright was extremely depressed. Where was the promised treatment for the protagonist?

After wandering around the Glazed Pyramid for a while, he found that there really wasn't anything else worth selling. He also noticed that it was getting late, so he left the Alchemist Fair and walked straight back to the tent on the north side.

Night falls.

Inside the Glazed Pyramid, which was originally crowded, the crowd gradually dispersed. The black-robed wizard who had sold the iron box to Wright during the day silently collected the alchemy items on the stone platform in front of him one by one, carefully. After wiping them carefully, I gently placed them in my carry-on suitcase.

At this moment, another figure walked briskly behind him with a distinct rhythmic tinkling sound.

"Weibo, did you gain anything today?"

"Four iron boxes have been sold. In addition, the relationship between you and I is not familiar to this extent. Lucky, if possible, I hope you can call me by my last name." The black-robed wizard still used his A rough and dry voice said things that were so plain that there was no fluctuation at all.

"So, Derek, what have you learned today?"

"No." The black-robed wizard paused, "There is a boy who seems to be aware of my situation..."

"Does it have any impact?"

"No." The black-robed wizard said, "I like the mixed-blood Veela next to him."

"You are still talking like this without a brain, Wilbur." The wizard later said in an extremely exaggerated manner, "Oh, I know, because you have no brain in the first place!"

"Shut up, Lucky, if you don't want to die."

"Goddess of Luck will not let me die unexpectedly." Lucky once again flicked the coin in his hand to the sky and fell into his palm again, "Lucky, it's a rabbit."