Knockturn Alley.
Borgin and Burkes shop.
Although it was the Christmas holidays, the traffic here remained the same as usual. Black market transactions were never affected by holidays.
Mr. Borgin leaned back leisurely on his stool behind the counter, picking up ten Galleons in his left hand with his right, letting them slip through his fingers one by one. The clanging sound of metal colliding pleased him.
Familiar vines, familiar door.
Mr. Borgin jumped up from his chair.
In the entire wizarding world, there was only one person who visited his shop like this.
"Oh, dear Mr. Dentis! You're here again! The information you requested can't be found so quickly, but besides that, is there anything else old Borgin can do for you?"
In fact, after Dana didn't pay the deposit, Mr. Borgin had stopped putting his mind on Dana's affairs. In his opinion, this business was already over.
Dana walked to the counter and asked, "I want to acquire some properties. Do you have any connections here?"
"Properties? What kind of properties?"
"Any kind—dragon breeding farms, magical animal breeding grounds, magical herb plantations…"
Mr. Borgin's eyes lit up.
This Mr. Dentis was truly a living God of Wealth. If he helped him acquire these properties successfully, he could earn a fortune in intermediary fees.
"Yes, of course! But these industries are all money-making businesses. If you want to buy them, I'm afraid you'll have to spend a lot of money. Ah—it's not that I question your financial resources, but in fact, even a small herb plantation of only a few dozen acres requires tens of thousands of Galleons. If I rashly contact you, and you…"
Dana waved his hand, and a beautifully decorated small box appeared on the counter.
The box was extremely heavy, visibly sinking the counter by at least two centimeters.
With another wave, the box opened, revealing a mountain of gold coins piled inside.
Mr. Borgin's breath hitched.
What did he just see?
The magical gold coins from the Arthurian Dynasty, which had recently appeared on the market and were being speculated to 120 Galleons each, were now stacked in a whole box in front of him.
Roughly estimated, there were at least tens of thousands of them.
Merlin's seven aunts and eight great-aunts! Where did this Dark Dentis come from?
Mr. Borgin even suspected that the gold coins that had appeared on the market before had all leaked from this noble and mysterious gentleman.
"Is it enough?"
"Enough, enough, enough!"
Mr. Borgin stammered. Even if these gold coins were settled at 100 Galleons each, that was nearly 10 million Galleons—enough to buy most of a pure-blood family's property!
What he didn't know was that Dana had more than forty boxes like this, and this was just the smallest and least conspicuous one.
"Now that it's enough, can Mr. Borgin acquire the property for me?"
"Of course, of course! Dragon breeding farms! Magical animal breeding farms! Magical plant plantations! Potion processing plants! Alchemy item manufacturing plants! I can contact you for all of them!"
Dana nodded. "I heard that the last heir of the Black family was imprisoned in Azkaban. What's the situation with his family's property now?"
Mr. Borgin thought for a moment before replying, "Basically, the Malfoy family is managing it on their behalf now."
Dana asked, "According to Sirius Black's current charges, he probably won't be able to get out. If he dies in prison, how will the Black family's property be handled? Will the Ministry of Magic auction it off?"
Mr. Borgin nodded. "No, I think it will likely fall into the hands of the Malfoy family. After all, Mrs. Malfoy is from the Black family. Strictly speaking, she has the right to inherit the Black family's property."
Dana waved his hand. "Okay, I understand. Prioritize acquiring the properties that originally belonged to the Black family, including real estate. I believe that as long as the price is right, Mr. Lucius Malfoy won't mind."
"Of course! Of course! In fact, he's been managing the Black family's properties on behalf of them, and there's been quite a lot of gossip about it. But if the property is sold, people will soon forget about it. I believe Mr. Malfoy will make the right decision."
"Very good. I'll leave it to you. I don't care how much money you make from it, but I expect results."
"Absolutely, sir!"
The wrinkles on Mr. Borgin's face deepened as he grinned in flattery.
"Sir, your business is my business, and I will do my best to get you everything you want! I swear in Merlin's name!"
Although Mr. Borgin was a businessman who dabbled in both the dark and the light sides of the wizarding world and was well-connected, he had never seen this much money. Even as a member of the Burke family, he was astounded.
Dark Dentis could throw out a box of gold coins without even counting them—just imagine how deep the background of this person and the forces behind him must be.
Not to mention that this man was ruthless and powerful. Mr. Borgin still had fresh memories of the "Knockturn Alley Demon" incident from some time ago.
A person like this had already moved beyond the level of whether or not to befriend him—now, even if Mr. Borgin kneeled and groveled, he still had to see if the other party was willing to accept his loyalty.
Now that Mr. Dentis was entrusting him with such a grand task, Mr. Borgin felt as if his family's ancestors had blessed him.
"If there's any news, contact me with the two-way mirror after 8 p.m. I'm busy during the day."
"Yes, sir!"
Dana left Borgin and Burkes, stretching his neck.
Back then, a certain big shot had to work in this shop after graduation, but now, Mr. Borgin worked for him.
So don't be a Dark Lord if you're poor. You were right, Tom.
221B Baker Street.
Wang Wenhui and Wang Shujing sat in the living room.
"Sister! Listen to me, throw that Hawking at the entrance of St. Mungo's!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Can't you see it? Mr. Dentis is someone you can entrust your life to!"
"Wang Wenhui! Stop it! I will not abandon Hawking!"
"You blockhead! I saw you taking off your clothes that day. Dare you say you have no thoughts about Mr. Dentis?"
Wang Shujing's face turned bright red. She had been impulsive that day, thinking it was rare to meet a benefactor and that she might be able to get more money out of it… If not for their family's financial struggles, she wouldn't have resorted to such measures.
But now that her bastard brother had seen it, she couldn't explain it away, no matter what she said.
"Anyway, I won't give up on Hawking!"
Wang Wenhui wanted to keep persuading his stubborn sister, but suddenly, two vines sprouted from the center of the living room.
Wang Wenhui pointed at them in shock.
"Sister! You always tell me to pay attention to personal hygiene, but how do you clean the house? Look! Grass is growing in the living room!"
End of the Chapter.
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