Lynn listened to their conversation and walked out of the fireplace, and immediately used a descaling charm on himself, he complained.

"Your fireplace is so dirty, who will be in the mood to take care of your business after you come out?"

This is a magic shop in Knockdown Alley. The owner is a hunched man standing behind the counter, stroking his shiny hair back with his hands.

"What a broken mouth boy, can a fireplace without ashes be called a fireplace?" Bojin Bok, the owner of the magic shop, snorted softly.

But Lynn ignored him, because Snape had already walked out of the shop, and Lynn quickly followed him.

"Whose professor are we going to talk to?"

"A rascal."

Snape took Lynn on the street of Knockoff Alley. Compared to Diagon Alley, it looked much shabby. There were dark magic shops on both sides of the road, but the plaques of these shops did not indicate any products for sale. information.

Occasionally they could see twos and threes wearing wizard robes, with hidden heads and bare tails standing on the street. Almost all of them had their faces hidden in their hoods. Only one or two exposed old witches, hunched on crutches, looked gloomy. Look at them.

"This is not a good place. Can you try not to come here if you don't come here in the future?" Snape reminded Lynn in a cold voice.

"Does the Ministry of Magic know this place?" Lynn looked at such a large area, Knoll Alley was not much smaller than Diagon Alley, and the money transactions involved must be a lot more than Diagon Alley.

Snape smiled mockingly.

"Of course the Ministry of Magic knows that there are many shops here that belong to the family business of the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic. They are reviewed by the Aurors twice a year, but every time they can’t find anything, either The person in charge of Luo didn't dare to conduct a serious investigation, or someone had whispered to hide all the prohibited things before the investigation."

Lynn looked thoughtfully at the shops around him.

Among the employees in the British Ministry of Magic, most of them are members of pure-blood families, while the entire United Kingdom is so big, there are so many wizards, and there are only 24 pure-blood surnames.

Now Old John has acquired the properties of 16 of them under his instruction, which of course also includes those in Knock Down Alley.

In other words, among these stores, there is also an industry under his name?

Thinking of this, Lynn turned his head and looked at the surrounding shops again.

Snape led Lynn all the way to the depths of Knockover Alley, which was a dilapidated shack area that smelled bad, just like the smell of uncleaned washrooms in Hogwarts Castle.

There were also some dirty-looking wizards in ragged clothes lying in the shack, with blank eyes, just like the ordinary people Lynn had seen in the slums before.

Lynn looked at these people in amazement, and he asked Snape quietly.

"Are there poor people in the magic world?"

Snape glanced indifferently at the seemingly impoverished wizards, and said indifferently.

"Wizards who master magic generally don't worry about food and clothing at all, so this person is actually not a poor person, but a lazy person."

"Lazy?"

"They have very low magic talents, they are almost dumb guns, they can't do big things, but they don't want to do small things, they discriminate against Muggles, and they don't want to live in the Muggle world, so they nest in such a corner of Diagon Alley. , Thinking about eating, drinking, gambling and gambling all day. One day is one day. Another thing is that he has a wanted order from the Ministry of Magic, and he can't live outside in an open manner. So he hides here incognito. Anyway, the general Auror will never come here to search. ."

After listening to Snape's introduction, Lynn looked at these impoverished wizards again and couldn't help but tsk.

Sure enough, no matter where they are, there is never a shortage of people who have good eyes and low hands, but don't want to make progress.

Snape brought Lynn to a halt in front of a shack. There was also a wizard lying here. He broke a leg. The broken leg was simply wrapped in dirty gauze, and blood leaked from the gauze. Come out, it looks disgusting.

And the broken leg was next to him.

"Shabur."

Snape called out the name of the wizard with the broken leg in his low voice.

Shabur heard Snape's voice and immediately opened his closed eyes in surprise, and he stared at Snape.

"Ah! You are here at Severus, great, I thought it would take a few days before you came here!"

"Don't call my name? We are not so familiar with each other." Snape looked disgusted, as if talking to him was an insult to himself, "Are your money ready?"

Speaking of money, Shabur's enthusiasm seemed to be cut in half instantly, and he looked at Snape warily.

"I need to see things first."

With an impatient face, Snape took out the potion formula he had previously written in the office from his pocket, and shook it before Shabur's eyes.

"That's not right!" Shabur said loudly, "I said in the letter that I want to buy the formula plus the necessary materials, but you only bring the formula now!"

"If you want so many things, you have to give you enough money." Snape looked at him sarcastically, "As long as you have enough money, I will personally configure the potion for breaking your leg. ."

Shabur is still clamoring: "You really want too much. In Saint Mungo, you just connect the broken leg and you don't even need 10 gallons!"

Snape looked very impatient, he took the formula directly into his pocket, and turned around to leave.

"Then you go to St. Mungo's therapist to pick up your leg, and don't waste my time by writing to me next time!"

However, before he took Lynn two steps, Shabur hurriedly called him.

"Okay, Severus, okay, that’s it, you give me the formula, and I give you the money that I agreed with before. I really can’t delay it. If I delay it, I will really only be a lifetime Cripple!"

Snape turned around coldly as if he had already guessed that he would surrender, and then reached out a hand to Shabur.

Shabur gritted his teeth ~lightnovelpub.net~ and took out a heavy-looking purse from under him and threw it to Snape.

Snape didn't open the purse, he just shook his ear to hear a sound, and then threw the potion formula to Shabur.

"Happy transaction." He said faintly, completely unable to hear what was so pleasant.

"Severus, you miser, don't talk about feelings at all, we used to be colleagues anyway..."

Shabur got the potion formula and was still complaining, but Snape was already far away.

Lynn, who had witnessed the transaction with his own eyes, couldn't help but look back at last.

Under the torn sleeve of the left arm of the shabur the broken leg wizard, a green tattoo of a python popping out of the skull's mouth was faintly exposed.

He squinted and turned around to quickly follow Snape's pace.