You Can Find Treasures at Borgin and Burkes / A Death Can Boost News Coverage

The environment here is very dark; even the sun at the end of July rarely shines through.

Occasionally, ragged, hurried wizards would come and go from these shops, and when they saw Harry in his disguise, they couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

Some even revealed clearly ill intentions in their eyes.

This is Knockturn Alley, a den of iniquity and filth. Welcome to...

The world of dark wizards~

Chapter 262 Borgin - Bokri is a place where you can find treasures.

With his cloak tucked in tightly, Harry walked through the dark and deep Knockturn Alley with an air of familiarity.

Although he had never been here before, he had inherited a large number of Voldemort's memories. Young Tom Riddle had worked in Knockturn Alley, and after he returned as Voldemort, he was also a regular here.

Therefore, Harry knew exactly where to go to find treasures while wearing the 'Peter Pettigrew' face.

Harry stopped in front of a shop called Borgin -Bock.

This is the shop where Voldemort worked when he was young, and it should be the largest shop in Knockturn Alley.

As the shop's name suggests, it's run by Borgin and Burke. The shopkeeper Voldemort worked for was named Karaktakus Burke. Besides selling all sorts of Dark Magic items, he also provides secret appraisals for 'rare and ancient magical artifacts inherited from distinguished wizarding families'...

To put it simply, it's about selling stolen goods.

As Harry pushed open the door, the bells at the shop entrance jingled, and the entire interior decor came into view.

Sure enough, this place is even more exciting than the Restricted Section at Hogwarts.

The glass display case contained withered human hands, Scabbers playing cards, and even what appeared to be human eyes and bones. Grotesque masks hung on the walls, and various instruments with sharp teeth dangled from the ceiling...

Compared to these things, Filch's collection of handcuffs and shackles is utterly child's play.

Harry stepped forward and rang the bell in front of the counter. Soon after, the owner of the place came out from the back room.

This is a hunched-over man with a head of greasy hair that, because he often combs it back, makes his hairline look very dangerous.

When he saw Harry's face under the cloak, he was so surprised that he froze on the spot.

"You are... Peter Pettigrew? You're actually still alive?!"

"Hmm." The person in front of him was not Mr. Burke from Voldemort's memories, so he simply responded with a faint "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

"Incredible... You clearly... But you look exactly the same as you did more than a decade ago."

The shopkeeper, seemingly astonished, muttered to himself behind the counter, but Harry knew exactly what he was up to.

This guy is trying to test me, and maybe get some information out of me.

"I'm here to buy something," Harry completely ignored the other person's comment and instead pointed to the withered human hand on the cushion. "How much is this Hand of Glory for you?"

Harry deliberately stretched his arm out a little longer so that the shopkeeper could clearly see the missing finger on his hand.

"That's right, it's the Hand of Glory!" Seeing Harry's interest, the shopkeeper hurriedly launched into a detailed explanation, "Once you stick a candle in it, only the person holding it can see the light. It's absolutely the best friend of thieves and robbers..."

"How much?" Harry asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"If you really want to buy it, then it'll be 20 Galleon..."

"Too expensive." Harry bluntly exposed the other person's trick.

Harry knew about the Hand of Glory because he had read about this evil alchemical artifact in one of Nicolas Flamel's books, and therefore knew exactly how it was made.

It's just a hand cut off from a death row inmate, a few spells added, then dried and made into a lamp and lock-picking tool, and they dare to ask for 20 Galleon?

Harry would have thought five was too many!

"Uh... okay, I misspoke earlier. It's actually 15 Galleon." The shopkeeper hadn't expected Harry to be so direct, and had no choice but to concede. "I swear on Borgin's name, this is..."

"Four Galleon. If you agree, I'll ask for some more; if not, I'm leaving immediately."

"Well... alright, considering you've reappeared after twelve years and are so mysterious, I'll sell it to you at a loss... but you absolutely must pick out a few things!"

Realizing that the 'Peter Pettigrew' before him was not someone to be easily fooled, the Borgin and Burkes had no choice but to compromise on the price.

Is the description on that Opal Necklace accurate?

After dealing with the Hand of Glory, Harry continued browsing the store, and his attention was immediately drawn to a necklace.

Many things that are beautiful on the outside are actually very dangerous on the inside. For example, this necklace has a description that reads, "Beware, do not touch, it has been cursed—it has already taken the lives of nineteen Muggle."

"Oh, of course!" the Borgin and Burkes exclaimed, dissatisfied. "Our shop is an absolute established brand in the Knockturn Alley; we would never sell counterfeit goods..."

"I'll take it." But Harry was too lazy to argue with him and casually added the Opal Necklace to his shopping cart.

This could be considered an assignment left by Nicolas Flamel, requiring Harry to collect various alchemical items through different channels as much as possible.

Alchemy and ancient alchemy were difficult to learn not only because the knowledge and techniques required were quite complex, but also because they were very expensive.

To become a qualified creator, one must first become a destroyer. At this initial stage, Harry needs to constantly disassemble a large number of magical items, not only to study their specific structures but also to analyze the bizarre spells used for enchanting.

Furthermore, this Opal Necklace is also quite valuable in itself.

Its craftsmanship is exquisite, but unfortunately it is cursed with a money-losing effect. If Harry could reverse the curse and give it a reverse protective effect, the price of this thing might immediately increase tenfold!

After all... a powerful dark wizard might not even have the purchasing power of a noblewoman witch of average strength.

Harry browsed around the store, using his ability to hear Voice of Magic to find quite a few good things, and finally, his gaze fell on a large black cabinet that was taller than a person.

Harry felt the cabinet looked familiar; he had a feeling he'd seen something similar somewhere before.

"Let's add this last, and settle the score."

After much deliberation, Harry decided to buy it as well, to study it later.

"Oh, you're even buying Vanishing Cabinet?" The Borgin and Burkes, raised an eyebrow. "This thing is quite large; would you like us to deliver it to your door?"

"No need." Harry waved his hand dismissively, and the entire wardrobe vanished from its spot in an instant.

"This... it's unbelievable! How did you do that?" the Borgin and Burkes asked, staring in astonishment.

"You don't need to know that."

However, Harry ignored him completely, quickly paid for the more than one hundred Galleon, packed up all the loose change, and left immediately.

"Heh, Peter Pettigrew Peter, you've become quite mysterious in twelve years... It seems there really is more to the story than meets the eye back then."

After Harry left, the Borgin and Burkes immediately dropped his previous obsequious manner, and a contemptuous sneer gradually appeared on his face.

"But a rat is still a rat. Does it really think it can leave Knockturn Alley so easily?"

(P. S. This is the fourth update today, but it's not a bonus chapter; it's to make up for what I owed. I've been consistently updating Sanmiao times a day, but I missed two days this month, so I owe you all two chapters. This is the first chapter to make up for it.)

Chapter 263 Deaths Do Increase News Attention

The Borgin and Burkes, was right; Knockturn Alley is indeed a place that's easy to enter but difficult to exit.

Of course, Harry didn't hear what the other person said; he discovered it himself on his way out of Knockturn Alley.

Two unidentified individuals have been following him at a distance ever since he left Borgin -Bock, and now one of them has even started taking a detour to intercept him.

Being attacked from both sides is clearly ill-intentioned.

Sigh... Why did I have to encounter such a terrible thing on my first visit to Knockturn Alley?

Harry, who had just been angered by the Ministry of Magic, gradually turned cold as he sensed the person behind him getting closer.

"After following me for so long, what exactly do you want?"

Just before leaving Knockturn Alley, at a dark street corner, Harry, who was about to turn the corner, suddenly turned around, startling his pursuer who drew his wand.

"You actually found out?"

The stalker sounded surprised, but Harry just rolled his eyes in exasperation.

The Voice of Magic is so loud it's like a cell phone ringtone amplifier; it's hard not to notice, isn't it?

"Answer me, what exactly do you want?"

"Hmph~"

After patiently asking again, the stalker finally revealed a sly smile, "Of course I'm curious about you. A guy who disappeared for twelve years suddenly reappears; you must have a lot of secrets. And I heard you also stole from Gilderoy Lockhart's vault and spent a fortune at Borgin -Bock; you must be quite wealthy, right?"

"To be honest, I find you robbers really annoying; you have absolutely no skill involved."

Harry curled his lip, his face full of disgust, at the sudden appearance of this petty thief.

It turns out that the profession of dark wizards is also distributed in a pyramid structure. Those who can wreak havoc like Voldemort are a very small minority. The vast majority of dark wizards are probably like these two wicked guys, only doing low-end jobs such as breaking and entering and robbing.

But since they've fallen into Harry's hands, he doesn't mind giving these two greedy guys a good beating... a good opportunity to test out his newly nascent magic.

At that moment, the thief, who thought he had the upper hand, was unaware that in just a short while, a thin, almost imperceptible mist had begun to mysteriously drift out from the street corner.

"Peter Pettigrew, what... what's wrong with you?"

The foolish robber was about to say something when he suddenly noticed something amiss.

For some reason, the surroundings became unusually quiet, without a single sound. The robber tentatively kicked a pebble, but after it hit the wall, he heard absolutely no sound!

At that moment, the whole world seemed to have been muted.

The robber could only see 'Peter Pettigrew's' lips moving, but he couldn't tell what spell he was casting. The next second, several hideous and terrifying bloodstains suddenly appeared on his body!

If he could hear Harry speaking, then he would know that the spell Harry just recited was...

The Sectumsempra!

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything now, so he could only let the powerful curse ravage his body, and his whole body went limp and collapsed.

However, Harry's punishment was not over. He slightly beckoned with his finger, and the blood from the robber's wounds gathered into a swaying blood snake, gushing out freely from all the wounds on his body.

I must say, the offensive spells invented by the Severus Snape, combined with his ability to control the water element, are actually quite effective at causing bleeding.

"What... what are you doing? Damn it, Avada... ugh!"

After waiting for so long without seeing 'Peter Pettigrew' continue its journey, the bandits who had taken a detour rushed back to join them.

When he saw Harry actually bleeding his companion, he immediately glared at Harry and raised his wand!

But suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his body, and when he looked down, he found that there was a bleeding hole in his chest!

Harry simply fired a bullet at the guy who dared to cast the Killing Curse on him.

Silent bullets, silent screams, silent robbers—all vanished before Harry's eyes like a swarm of flies, only to be reduced to ashes by the flames released from the tip of his wand...

No remains were found.

"The pistol's recoil isn't too great, the cursed bullets are indeed formidable, and lastly... the Silencing Barrier works quite well~"

Looking at the result of his own actions, Harry nodded in satisfaction and ended the continuous release of magic.

His summer vacation of over a month was not wasted, especially during the last few days in France. After receiving guidance from Nicolas Flamel, Harry's ability to release magic and control the elements improved significantly, and he became increasingly adept at it.

When dealing with those two robbers, Harry used water as a medium to spread his magic throughout the entire space around the street corner, thus creating a unique barrier.

The effect of this barrier is to use magic to block sound vibrations throughout the entire area.

In other words, as long as one is within this Silencing Barrier, no sound, whether it's a voice, a spell, or even a gunshot, can travel or be heard.

However, this technique is not very effective in such an open environment. It is only in a different indoor environment that the barrier truly opens and all is quiet.

This was a special spell that Harry specifically researched to deal with someone. Luckily, he had learned a little bit of ancient alchemy and how to draw arrays from Nicolas Flamel, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to come up with this trick.

After briefly inspecting the scene, Harry used his hood to cover his face, which was about to revert to its original form, and hurriedly left the blood-soaked Knockturn Alley.

As for the guy whom Harry bled to the point of near collapse, Harry ultimately did not take his life.

It wasn't because he was particularly merciful, but rather because if the two thieves had killed one and let the other go, the one who had lost too much blood might have survived and made the 'Peter Pettigrew's Return' story even bigger.

Unfortunately, the officials at the Ministry of Magic were unwilling to do anything, so Harry had no choice but to work harder himself and force them to work overtime.

A few days later, in the Granger family's living room, Dobby, dressed in brand-new children's clothes, handed Harry the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

"Thanks, Dobby," Harry said, sitting down on the sofa and glancing at the document.

On Friday, August 6, 1993, Great Britain Publishing, which has been delivering news to the wizarding world since 1743, published its first edition.