"Two Dementors?" The Shabby Boss looked at Harry irritably. "You call that a small deal? Do you know how much one of those things costs on the international black market?"
Harry shook his head frankly. "No."
"Including all the arrangements, probably one or two thousand Galleons each." The Shabby Boss quoted a very high price outright. Yes, very high indeed. In fact, a Dementor could be obtained on the black market for five hundred Galleons. Even with a markup, the price generally only reached seven or eight hundred Galleons.
Two thousand Galleons was the price of a Dementor Finger Bone.
Of course, although a Dementor Finger Bone was quoted at two thousand, in practice, one could not be bought for that price. These things were rather scarce, because there was only a chance of one dropping when an extremely powerful Patronus Charm killed a Dementor.
Extremely powerful Patronus Charms were rare enough, and there was no telling how many Dementors had to be killed before a finger bone dropped. As a result, these things had always had a price but no supply.
"One thousand Galleons or two thousand?" Harry's expression still did not change.
"If you really want one, I can get you one for thirteen hundred Galleons. For two, I'll give you a discount: twenty-five hundred Galleons. How about it?" The Shabby Boss quoted a price he considered outrageous.
That was almost twice the current price.
"Sure." Yet, to the Shabby Boss's utter astonishment, Harry actually nodded without a care. "Like I said, just a small deal."
"I... fucking..." At that moment, the owner of the Dark Magic Item Shop, who had something of a reputation in the United Kingdom's Dark and Gray Wizard Circles, actually felt a faint sense of inferiority.
Why was the boy being so casual