I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world - #153 - Chapter 153 Books

A qualified Ravenclaw will never be polite to anyone when it comes to knowledge and books.

Ian walked straight to the first bookshelf on the left and began to examine it carefully.

The whole process seemed extremely slow, but Old Malfoy showed no impatience on his face and stood quietly waiting.

…

About an hour passed before I checked all the book titles. Unlike the all-encompassing Restricted Book Area of ​​Hogwarts, this place felt more like a small professional reference room, which only stored two professional books, black magic and fairy alchemy.

Yes, Fairy Alchemy. Different from Nico’s previous manuscripts or “Flesh Alchemy”, these are almost all the wizard’s own knowledge.

And the alchemy books here are almost all from ancient fairies. He even saw related books about the disappearing cabinet. This discovery made him overjoyed. After all, this kind of knowledge related to space teleportation was what he urgently needed now.

After preliminary screening, he found about 40 books that were suspended in the air using a levitating spell, and then he slowly walked towards Malfoy.

“The heritage of the Malfoy family is indeed beyond my imagination. Thank you very much for your generosity.” Ian said to Old Malfoy.

After all, the books here are really helpful to him, and he must be grateful. Holding them in a pretentious manner will only make people look down on him.

“It’s an honor to receive your recognition. The door here will always be open to you.” Old Malfoy said, taking out an empty potion bottle from his pocket, then cut his finger and dripped half a bottle of blood into it.

“Unlike inside the room, the corridor outside the door has no restrictions. Although it is still unable to apparate, it cannot restrict the movement of the Phoenix, and my blood is the key to opening this door.”

After speaking, Old Malfoy handed the blood to Ian. And his underlying meaning is very clear. This place is left to you. You can come anytime.

The other party’s behavior actually moved Ian a little. Giving one’s blood to others easily is a very dangerous thing in the magical world, but old Malfoy still did it, and did it generously. This kind of courage and decision-making is indeed admirable.

What Ian didn’t know was that Malfoy Sr. felt relieved after delivering the blood. He knew very well that before the mark of the black devil was completely dissipated, his life no longer belonged to him. Rather than being dominated by one person, it was better to risk it for greater benefits.

His pure-blood shrewdness was brought into full play at this moment, and he had such a wolfish nature that even he dared to betray himself if he was ruthless.

Ian hesitated for a moment, but chose to take the bottle containing blood. Although 40 books were selected, this does not mean that there is no value here. On the contrary, he knows very well that some knowledge and inspiration are hidden in the most inconspicuous books.

“I accepted your kindness. I owe you a favor.”

Hearing these words, Old Malfoy was like drinking a glass of ice-cold butterbeer on a hot summer day, feeling refreshed and refreshed from the inside out.

…

Ian stayed here all day.

In the evening, he looked at the dazzling array of sumptuous dishes on the table, and seemed to think of something. He said to Old Malfoy beside him: “Can you pay attention to one thing for me? Find out where I can buy house elves.”

Although what he said sounded a bit like forcing someone to marry him, he had nothing to do. He had inquired before and found that this thing was not expensive, costing about ten thousand Galleons, but there was no market for it. Basically, they are controlled by pure-blood families, and any excess is digested through internal transactions.

Sure enough, when Old Malfoy heard this, he first said with a look of embarrassment: “Since that person’s fall, no one has sold house elves for several years. The previous sales were also to avoid liquidation by the Ministry of Magic.”

At this point, the conversation changed: “However, I still have several house elves here, which I can definitely give to you.”

Ian was secretly amused when he heard this conversation technique of first making things difficult and then making things easier, highlighting his own merits. However, there should be some representation. Favors are favors and business is business. He took out the wallet containing the previous compensation from the Ministry of Magic from his pocket.

“There is no need to give it away. It is not a wise choice to just ask for it. Here is thirty thousand galleons. The excess price is considered as your reward for helping me solve the problem in time.”

Observe the words and listen to the words. After seeing Ian’s expression, Malfoy knew he couldn’t refuse the money.

“Okay, then I’ll accept it.” After gently taking the wallet, he called out in a low voice: “Ella!”

A short house elf appeared in the living room instantly. Then the house elf bowed to Old Malfoy and said somewhat uneasily: “Master calls Ella, does master have any instructions?”

“This is Mr. Titus, he is your new master now.” Old Malfoy said while taking off a button from his dress and handing it to Ella. Then he said to Ian: “I will give you the magic contract later.”

Ella took the button in a daze, and after a brief daze, she bowed to Ian again. “Mr. Titus is Ella’s new master, no! Mr. Titus is Ella’s master. Master, is there anything I need to do for Ella?”

Ian waved his hand and said, “We don’t need it for the time being. You can find a place to stay by yourself first.”

He could still accept this result. Just now he thought that if the elf Dobby was called out, he would be ready to refuse. After all, rebels are unwelcome everywhere. No matter how lofty they talk about betrayal or how they long for freedom, they still cannot escape the essence of betrayal.

…

About half an hour later, after the dinner, and Ian received the magical contract handed over by Old Malfoy, the whole thing came to an end.

After leaving Malfoy Manor, he summoned the phoenix to return to his candy shop.

“Ella, go downstairs, close the door, clean up, and make me a cup of black tea.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian saw a cup of steaming black tea appearing on the bedside. At this moment, he felt that his magical life was almost complete. He had a house in Diagon Alley, money in Gringotts, and an elf at home…

Then he leaned on the bed and took out the books he just got and started to look at them one by one.

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