This Time, He Was Playing on the Fifth Floor

Borgin and Burkes felt that his luck this year was probably terrible.

First, Voldemort's subordinate had come knocking. Though that child had kept himself hidden the whole time, without powerful backers behind him, how would he have dared come here and threaten Borgin?

But compared with Voldemort, the person before him was even more nerve-racking.

Dumbledore's prestige had always spread throughout the wizarding world, and the man before him was clearly no easy character to deal with. If anything really went wrong, Borgin certainly would not come out of it well.

Moreover, from every angle, the request this man had made was not excessive. In fact, it was even a little abnormal.

But whether they were trying to lure the snake from its hole or catch a turtle in a jar, these people had clearly made up their minds. Even if he refused to help, they would always have other ways.

Merchants valued profit, especially merchants like him. Whenever he did anything, he cared even more about the benefits involved. Even if Jon had not explained the crucial points to him, he could have figured them out himself. But now that Jon had laid out the whole truth so plainly, he had no way to pretend he did not understand.

Besides, there was no way to play dumb about this. Living in the wizarding world, he was not some Muggle who knew nothing. In Muggle society, there would naturally be nothing to avoid; whether one swore an oath or did anything else, it would not matter. But in the wizarding world... Dumbledore's reputation was no joke.

It had all been earned through magical strength. If he made an oath, then...

Perhaps he had thought too much, so he remained silent for too long—long enough for Jon to grow impatient.

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