read lots story at patreon
always update and finish
ilham20
Sullivan's dismissive attitude clearly rubbed Borgin the wrong way. But as the owner of the oldest and largest shop in Knockturn Alley, the man kept his cool. He simply asked in a flat voice, "What exactly are you looking for, sir? Tell me your needs and I'll recommend the right product."
Sullivan had come prepared. He glanced around the shop like a shady customer, then lowered his voice. "I want a poison. Colorless, odorless. Something that'll kill whether it's swallowed or just touches the skin."
Borgin gave him another long look. The hood was pulled low, hiding the buyer's face, but the voice didn't belong to any of his regular customers. With the Ministry cracking down hard on dark artifacts lately, Borgin felt a flicker of suspicion. Still, he didn't turn the man away. "I'm sorry, sir, but we're currently out of that kind of item. If you really need it, leave me a way to contact you. I'll let you know the moment we have stock again."
"I'll pay five hundred Galleons," Sullivan said, voice still low. "Right now."
Borgin's eyes flashed with clear interest for a second, but he still shook his head. "I'm truly sorry. The Ministry's been breathing down our necks. We really don't have any right now. Just leave a contact and I'll reach out the second something comes in."
What the hell? Sullivan thought. This wasn't how he remembered Knockturn Alley working. In his mind, these dark wizards were supposed to be greedy bastards who'd sell their own mothers for the right price.
Pushing the price higher now would look too suspicious. Sullivan switched tactics. "Fine. Since you don't have what I want, do you buy items?"
"Of course. What do you have to sell?" Borgin asked, suspicion easing a little.
Sullivan pulled a small box from his undetectable extension bag. "How about this?"
It was the item he'd taken from the short dark wizard who'd traded with Quirrell back at the Hog's Head. Inside were three Inferius Dogs. Feed them magic and they'd attack on command. Pure dark magic. The set was easily worth over six hundred and fifty Galleons.
Borgin examined the box, and his eyes lit up. The suspicion faded further. Anyone carrying something like this was definitely a dark wizard. "How much do you want for it?"
"Seven hundred Galleons. Or I'll trade it for that poison I mentioned earlier."
Borgin hesitated. A straight trade was tempting, but he'd already said he didn't have the poison. Suddenly changing his story would look bad.
"Wait here," he said finally. "I'll check the storeroom. There might still be one or two bottles we haven't moved yet."
Three minutes later Borgin returned, smiling broadly. "You're in luck. I found one bottle tucked away in the corner. We can do the trade."
Sullivan didn't believe a single word, but he'd gotten what he came for. They completed the exchange.
Right on cue, the door burst open.
Tonks strode in, disguised as Captain Shaquina, wand already drawn and pointed straight at Borgin. "Caractacus Borgin, I'm Captain Shaquina from the Auror Office, Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I have reason to believe you're concealing and trafficking high-risk dark magical items. You're coming with me to the Ministry for questioning."
Borgin recognized her immediately. He'd dealt with Captain Shaquina before and knew she was no joke. Worse, he was still holding the Inferius Dog box Sullivan had just given him. If they caught him with that, he was looking at Azkaban.
He was about to signal Sullivan for backup when Sullivan suddenly raised the poison vial Borgin had just sold him and shouted, "I surrender! I surrender! I'll cooperate fully. Borgin just sold me this dark magic poison—it's right here in my hand. And he's holding an Inferius Dog summoning box."
Borgin stared at Sullivan in complete disbelief, eyes wide with giant question marks. What the fuck? You switched sides way too fast, man.
Before Borgin could react, Tonks fired a Binding Charm. Thick ropes shot out and wrapped him up tight.
Two minutes later, Borgin and Sullivan were both tied to chairs. Tonks (as Shaquina) pointed her wand at Borgin. "Borgin, my sources say you bought a batch of dark artifacts from Lucius Malfoy yesterday. Where are they now?"
Even tied up, Borgin wasn't ready to crack. "I'm sorry, Captain Shaquina, but your information must be wrong. Mr. Lucius Malfoy only purchased some decorative items from me. He didn't sell me any dark artifacts."
"Still not talking?" Tonks said coldly. "Fine. Then I'll just have to take you back to the Ministry. You might enjoy a nice long stay in Azkaban."
"Wait! Wait!" Borgin said quickly. "The poison bottle is real—I did sell that. But the Inferius Dog box isn't mine. He brought it in. It has nothing to do with me."
"That poison is more than enough to send you to Azkaban," Tonks said. "Both of you are finished."
"No, no—the poison is fake!" Borgin blurted out desperately. "It doesn't actually kill anyone. It only puts them in a temporary death-like state!"
He looked a little embarrassed admitting it right in front of the buyer, but he had no choice. Better to confess now than rot in Azkaban.
Sullivan's eyes narrowed. You son of a bitch. You tried to scam me with fake goods?
Furious, he snapped the ropes binding him, stood up, and drove a hard punch straight into Borgin's gut.
"You dared to sell me fake potion?!" Sullivan snarled.