Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 79: Old Borkin's Speculations, Seemingly an Old Friend (Please Read)
Although he had always considered Borgin and Burke a landmark, Xi Lun had never been here.

When he pushed open the door, it was pitch black inside, except for a few faint dark red lights that could be seen occasionally in the corners. They flickered slightly as he moved, making him feel very uncomfortable.

There was a rotten smell in the air, as sticky as a spider web. Xi Lun raised his wand in front of him, and the feeling immediately disappeared.

"Come out," said Siren, waving his wand.

"Strong light flashes!"

The silver-white ball of light at the tip of the staff instantly expanded ten times and appeared above the store like a sun.

The Bright Light Charm is an upgraded version of the Illumination Charm. It can illuminate more space and dispel some relatively weak dark creatures and curses. It is one of the most commonly used methods of Aurors.

But if the one who cast the magic was Silver Mane and the location was a black magic shop, the situation would be different.

The properties of [Sacredness] and [Purification] were brought to the extreme, just like pouring a pot of boiling water on a frozen lake, with a constant sizzling sound coming from the surroundings.

A stack of bloodstained cards began to burn out of thin air, and the originally motionless glass eyeball next to it quickly became covered with blue veins. Various bones on the counter began to crack, and crackling sounds were heard one after another.

Even the originally ferocious masks on the wall gradually turned into expressions of painful struggle.

"Stop, stop!"

With a clang, a metal statue next to the counter split in half, and a hunched man came out from inside, looking at Xilun with a terrified look.

"You..." Siren quickly adjusted his tone, "It's surprising, Mr. Borgin, you are still alive?"

Caractacus Bogin recalled again the flash of green light and the feeling of brushing against death. He felt his legs go weak and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

As the owner of a shop selling items related to dark magic, Borgin was already accustomed to dealing with the darkest elements in the wizarding world. From desperadoes to werewolves, from vampires to poison dealers, all of them were regular customers here.

He even maintained unclear connections with former Death Eaters.

But all these dangerous people combined, appearing in front of him at the same time, could not offset the chill that the magic just now aroused in his heart.

The large-scale Killing Curse that could kill six wizards instantly completely overturned all his understanding of black magic. Even the Dark Lord from more than ten years ago probably couldn't do this.

Borgin had seen He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and more than once, he had said Avada Kedavra twice when he wanted to kill two enemies.

Wait, did he just chant a spell?
I think I read it, but that voice always sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

But before he could recall it carefully, the strange killing curse seemed to have eyes, discovered him hiding in the dark and peeping, and flew straight towards him.

If he hadn't been afraid of being discovered and hadn't been hiding in a magic suit of armor, the number of wizards killed today might have increased from six to seven.

At this time, Xi Lun also accidentally saw a hole blown open on the metal statue. This should be the thing that offset the final killing curse.

Xi Lun didn't find it strange. At that time, the light of the Killing Curse had almost become a thin line, so it was not surprising that it could be offset.

However, Borgin seemed to have misunderstood something.

This is exactly what Xi Lun wanted to see - as the local boss of Knockturn Alley, Borgin must know something.

"You should know what I want to ask." The light on Xiren's wand became brighter, and the bloody deck of cards could no longer hold on and was burned to ashes.

"Where's my cursed card, fifteen Galleons!" Borgin whimpered, clutching his chest tightly with both hands, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

"Stop it, Ollivander boy." It seemed that the disappearance of Garlon had dispelled the fear brought by the Killing Curse. Borgin stared at Siren, his lips trembling slightly. "What happened today has nothing to do with me. Don't go too far!"

"It's okay? Then can you explain why they chose to attack me in front of your store?" Xi Lun asked with narrowed eyes. Bo Jin's face turned pale. He also wanted to know why those lunatics chose the place in front of his store.

He almost lost his life because of it!

Everything that happened tonight seemed like a nightmare, and for a long time to come, he would probably be awakened by the strange killing curse that could actively seek out its target.

"Tell me what you know." Xi Lun did not press too hard and took the initiative to change the bright light spell to the illumination spell.

"What good is there for me!" Bo Jin's face changed and he blurted out.

Even if he were to die here today, with the killing curse piercing his chest, his principles would not change.

And after gradually waking up from the shadow of the Killing Curse, he thought of another thing.

The six wizards who were killed appeared in Knockturn Alley just a month ago. There are so many people like them that no one would care even if they suddenly disappeared.

But his Borgin and Burkes was connected to the Floo network of Knockturn Alley, and its location was crucial. If he died, Knockturn Alley would be in chaos, and the Ministry of Magic would certainly not sit idly by. The intervention of the Aurors would do no good to this Ollivander boy.

Besides, Borgin and Burke's has been running Knockturn Alley for decades, and this is his home turf. Even if the other party has some incredible means, he is not a lamb to be slaughtered.

Borgin took a step to the left, whether consciously or unconsciously.

"Those six people outside..." Xi Lun pretended not to notice his little action, pointed outside, and said, "I will only take one thing from them, and the rest are yours. How about that?"

"Deal!" said Borgin in a greasy voice, as if he was afraid Siren would regret it.

"They are Death Eaters, from North America."

"Hmm?" Xi Lun's expression remained unchanged. "Why are the Death Eaters looking for me? Shouldn't they be looking for Harry Potter?"

"For the wands," said Borgin sinisterly. "They've got a bunch of werewolves. Quite a few."

Xi Lun understood immediately.

Werewolves transform on full-moon nights. Unlike Animagus, this passive transformation does not allow magic to cover clothes and wands.

Therefore, most werewolves would lose their wands due to frequent transformations, and they could not afford to buy new ones. They dared not appear in Diagon Alley openly and could only rely on brutal hand-to-hand combat.

"What do they want to do by providing wands to werewolves?" Xi Lun couldn't help but ask, "Assassinate Dumbledore? Or Harry Potter?"

"I don't know about that," said Borgin, "but you can recall what happened at Hogwarts last month."

"What do you mean?"

"The stolen vault at Gringotts," Borgin said, dropping his unctuous tone, "and the abnormality of Quirinus Quirrell...some things, even a mere speculation, are enough to drive some people crazy."

At this point, Borgin's expression became increasingly strange.

He remembered whose voice it was before!

Thirteen years ago, it was this voice that, like an indelible curse, shrouded the hearts of every British wizard like a nightmare, so much so that they dared not even say the other's name, and could only use "the mysterious man" instead.

Although he couldn't believe the answer, his memory wouldn't lie. The voice just now was exactly the same as the one he remembered.

Bogin looked at Xiren again, and it was unknown what he was thinking of. His expression changed again and again, and his originally hunched body became even lower.

(End of this chapter)