Are You Planning to Rob the Robbers?

The Goblin was smoking a cigar and dressed similarly to the protagonist in the movie "The Godfather".

It wore a well-tailored suit, its sharp teeth bared when it smiled, and its eyes were fixed greedily on Wizet. "Truly rare... a highly skilled Potions..."

Wizet and Luna both shifted back simultaneously, their brows furrowing almost at the same time.

They could all sense the obvious greed in the Goblin's words; this was simply the nature of Goblin —always greedily coveting everything around them.

Wizet also remembered that the Goblin named Narlak in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" was a greedy and unscrupulous Goblin.

It is precisely because of the clandestine black market and the unique identity of the Goblin that the Blind Pig Bar has been able to exist to this day and even continue to grow.

The Goblin casually slumped across from the two, maintaining a sideways sitting posture, only glancing at them out of the corner of her eye, with an arrogant and domineering air.

A House-elf slipped in, not daring to lift his head, and offered the Goblin a cup of wine that had been set ablaze with flames.

Wizet got straight to the point. "We want to find out some information."

"Ah... young man, your tone..." the Goblin frowned slightly, "It must be from England ... It reminds me of an uninvited guest from the past."

It downed the liquor in one gulp, thick black smoke billowing from its nose and ears. "If you want to find out information, you should show real sincerity."

Wizet reached into his pocket and pulled out a whole bottle of Invigoration Potion. "I want to know if there's a Werewolf from England living here."

"Very accurate pricing..." The Goblin extended her spider-leg-like fingers, picked up the Invigoration Potion, and examined it closely. "I even got a slight bargain..."

"Sometime last year, an England Werewolf did indeed cross the ocean and come here... I think he should have escaped to... Stanton Street in the Lower East Side by now."

"The quality is really high..." It unscrewed the Invigoration Potion, smelled it, and showed a look of ecstasy. "I'll give you some extra information... He is currently seriously injured."

"Seriously injured?" Wizet remained calm, then produced another bottle of Invigoration Potion. "Why was he injured? Because he went to the Magical Congress to report it?"

"You know so much!" The Goblin was somewhat surprised, looking directly at Wizet. "It seems you care about him a lot? Are you related to him?"

"He's his enemy," Wizet said bluntly. "He hurt my professor, and then I found out he was here, so I'm going to teach him a lesson."

"I had found out his address beforehand, but when I got there I didn't see him... I thought he probably knew I was coming, so he ran away... or even called the police."

"So that's how it is... What a passionate young man!" The Goblin put away the second bottle of Invigoration Potion, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"I enjoy interacting with young people, I'm helpful, and I know how to consider the feelings of my former professors. They're young but wonderful... But you're wrong, it's not for that reason."

Wizet frowned slightly. "How many do you want?"

"How about adding a little something extra?" The Goblin shook the two bottles of Invigoration Potion. "I don't want to lose these precious Potions."

Wizet pulled out a rope made of Unicorn tail hair. "Speak!"

"Do all of you Hogwarts students bring treasures with you?" The Goblin's eyes widened, and he grinned broadly. "Unicorn tail hair twisted into a rope—is there a more suitable strap?"

Its fingers trembled slightly, and the Unicorn tail hair rope flew up, tying itself into a knot and binding the two bottles of Potions together.

"That Werewolf wasn't hiding from enemies... he was meddling in other people's business, which is why he was attacked by the other Werewolf. I'm a person who strives for fairness..."

"Since you're willing to give this much, I'm willing to say a little more. There are a lot of Werewolf in New York lately; it seems they've all gathered here because of someone's call,"

"They're scattered throughout New York... According to my intelligence... they seem to be planning to recruit more companions during the full moon. I think you understand what I mean?"

Wizet raised an eyebrow. "The Magical Congress didn't even notice?"

"So... young people are still too young..." The Goblin laughed even more heartily, straightening her body. "They can sense so many things..."

"How are we supposed to sell this information? Besides... how many Werewolf can be created in one night? The Magical Congress has the death penalty... if all else fails, we can just get rid of them."

"Next question." Wizet pulled out another bottle of Invigoration Draught. "I want to buy a large quantity of ingredients for Living Death Potion ... Do you know where I can get it cheaply?"

"The Living Death Potion?" The Goblin's lips moved unconsciously, but she quickly returned to a smile, though her eyes turned icy cold.

It looked Wizet up and down again. "What are you planning to do with this material?"

"Once I catch that Werewolf, I plan to use this to torture him," Wizet said calmly.

"Is that so?" The Goblin looked at the third bottle of Invigoration Draught but didn't accept it. "Have you asked about it elsewhere before?"

Wizet shook her head. "No, we've only been here a few days. Since we're already here, we might as well resolve the issue once and for all."

"That's a good idea..." the Goblin toyed with the two bottles of Invigoration Draught in her hand, "But it's not enough... young man..."

"I can't get this information with Invigoration Draught. Right now, in all of New York... I'm the only one who knows where to buy these materials..."

Wizet took out a bottle of Soul Soothing Potion. "What about this?"

"Good stuff!" The Goblin snapped her fingers, and a House-elf ran in from outside.

He opened his mouth, his body trembling, as if waiting for something.

"Don't be so scared, this time you'll be in for a treat..." The Goblin unscrewed the bottle of Soul Soothing Potion, "Our guest... is an excellent Potions."

It took out a drop of Soul Soothing Potion and dripped it into the mouth of the House-elf.

Bang!

The moment the Soul Soothing Potion slid down the House-elf's throat, he collapsed to the ground, a fleeting smile still lingering on his face.

"Amazing quality!" the Goblin couldn't help but exclaim. "To possess such medicinal effects..."

"I'm starting to doubt your age. Are all Hogwarts graduates this outstanding?"

Wizet calmly asked, "Then tell me where to buy the ingredients for the Living Death Potion."

"Would you consider staying... and working for me?" The Goblin put away the Soul Soothing Potion. "Just brew me Potions every day..."

"Let me think about it. One Potions takes about two hours for you, so you only need to brew ten Potions a day. What do you think?"

Wizet smiled with relief; he had been waiting for this moment. "Are you planning to double-cross me?"