consists of just a few insignificant trinkets.

Chapter 10 consists of just a few insignificant trinkets.

"Sir, you—"

"Keep it safe." Rice shoved the laurel wand into Lupert's arms.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone actively choose their own wand." As he carefully put the wand into his pocket, Rupert remarked that he had truly seen something new today.

Or rather, ever since she decided to follow this lord, her horizons have been constantly being broadened.

"So what is the normal procedure?" Rice's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to know what the "wand choosing wizard" scene would be like if he wasn't interrupted.

"After measuring our body data, Mr. Ollivander will select a suitable wand for us based on his experience, and then let us try it out. If the wand chooses us, that's fine. If the wand rejects us or is not suitable, then we'll switch to the next one."

Rice: ...

In his view, the essence of this operation is still the wizard choosing a wand, with the wand maker playing an overly strong role in the process, requiring an extremely high level of skill from the wand maker.

He wasn't very optimistic about Ollivander's insistence. In his opinion, using only unicorn tail hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves for the staff core was a bit of a nitpicker. It's like beef, honey, and wine are great ingredients, but it's a bit extreme for any restaurant to use only these three ingredients in its dishes.

Overall, however, Garrick Ollivander has made progress. The three wand cores he chose are indeed extremely powerful magical substances, and more importantly, they only cost seven Galleons—Rice really doubted whether Ollivander could make a profit at such a low price. He had just passed by a pharmacy and noticed that the price of an ounce of dragon liver was almost breaking one Galleon.

If he really is the kind of philanthropic wand maker, Rice wouldn't mind offering Mr. Ollivander some help within his means.

Looking up at the sun's position and realizing it was still early before lunchtime, Rice decided to go to Knockturn Alley to sell some of his unused magical items and use the money to buy some books.

Flip-down Alley and Diagon Alley are actually connected.

As a werewolf, Rupert was naturally a frequent visitor to Knockturn Alley. She skillfully led Rice around an inconspicuous corner, through a winding alley, and then they arrived at the gray area of ​​the magical world, Knockturn Alley.

Unlike the glamorous Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley has a dark and gloomy overall tone, and the shops in the alley seem to be inseparable from black magic. The shop window near the entrance displays a pile of shrunken human heads, while the shop diagonally opposite it has a large cage crawling with huge black spiders at its entrance.

In the alley, groups of three or five ragged wizards were gathered, whispering among themselves, their conversation seemingly unresolved.

"Most of the shops here have some connection with the big shots in the Ministry of Magic," Lupert whispered to Rice as he introduced Knockturn Alley. "Those big shots from pure-blood families like to do some shady deals here, and many wizards who are not doing well also take on some jobs that skirt the edge of the law to make a living."

"Hmm." Rice nodded, indicating that this kind of operation was very common. Wizards and Muggles were already using this glove trick a thousand years ago, and he believed that this method would not be lost even a thousand years later.

"You seem to know this place very well?"

Lupert forced a wry smile: "Because I'm a werewolf..."

As the two were talking, a pair of eyes filled with hatred fell upon them.

McMillan, his finger now healed, stood at the corner of the alley, watching Rice and Lupert slowly make their way deeper into Knockturn Alley with a gloomy expression.

He had originally planned to swallow his bad luck and accept it, but who would have thought that these two would dare to step into Knockturn Alley on their own initiative? In such a mixed area, it was only natural for an accident to happen, and McMillan would not miss such a golden opportunity.

He looked around and spotted a familiar figure in a dark corner. He quickly walked up to the person, who was completely covered by a robe, and threw a money bag full of Galleons in front of him.

"Twenty Galleons, and twenty more Galleons after it's done."

"it is good."

……

"This is the shop you recommended?" Rice stopped in front of a shop called Borginborough. Like the other shops in Knockturn Alley, Borginborough was dilapidated and gloomy. Through the window, he could vaguely see many magical artifacts exuding an evil aura: wildly spinning glass eyeballs, bloodstained playing cards, withered human hands...

"Yes, if you want to sell dark magic items, this is definitely the best choice. The owner of Borginborough has a sharp eye, but they are also very good at bargaining."

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing." Rice had paid special attention to the prices of magical materials when he was in Diagon Alley, so he had a basic understanding of the current prices in the magical world. It would be very difficult for him to rip him off.

Upon entering the store, a hunched-over man appeared before them and said in a slick tone, "Welcome to Bokinbok."

After observing the two men's clothing and noticing the shopping bags they were carrying bearing the Tuofan ready-to-wear logo, his smile deepened.

"Boginborough is a shop that specializes in providing secret appraisals of rare and ancient magical artifacts inherited from ancient wizarding families. Trust me, there's no one more professional in Overturned Alley than us. Welcome! How can I help you two?"

"I'm here to sell something, a few inconspicuous little trinkets." Rice took out three boxes and placed them on the counter.

"Oh?" Seeing that the two were there to sell things, Mr. Bokin's smile faded slightly, and his expression became more serious.

If the two people come to the store to buy something, Mr. Bokin has the upper hand, but if the roles are reversed, the upper hand is no longer with him. He might be able to buy a valuable collectible at a low price through his persuasive skills, or he might be mistaken and accidentally receive a fake.

Mr. Bokin, now serious, put on a pair of pince-nez glasses, laid a black velvet cloth on the counter, and finally took out a pair of dragon-skin gloves and put them on.

He opened the three boxes one by one.

The first box contained a white beaded bracelet, the second box contained a pale yellow candle, and the third box contained a brown seed the size of a peach pit.

A strange light flashed in Mr. Bokin's eyes. He looked up at Rice, hoping he could introduce the three magical items.

Rice naturally wouldn't refuse. He picked up the bracelet from the first box and fiddled with the slightly yellowed beads.

"The beads on this bracelet are taken from the skull of a fairy. Wearing it is very beneficial for making magical items. Adding one when forging metal products can greatly improve the quality of the forged weapons."

Bo Jin:? !

Lupert: !!!

(End of this chapter)