I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn came out of the fireplace listening to their conversation, and immediately cast 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 get out?"

It was a magic shop in Knockturn Alley, and the owner was a hunched man behind the counter, running his hands back from his greasy hair.

"What a broken-mouthed boy, can a fireplace without ashes still be called a fireplace?" Borgin Bock, the owner of the magic shop, snorted lightly.

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

"Who are we going to teach?"

"A scoundrel."

Snape took Lynn on the streets of Knockturn Alley. Compared with Diagon Alley, it looked much dilapidated. There were dark magic shops everywhere on both sides of the road, but the plaques of these shops did not indicate any products for sale. information.

Occasionally, they can still see wizards wearing wizard robes in twos and threes, hiding their heads and showing their tails, standing on the street. They almost hide their faces in their hoods. There are only one or two old witches with their faces exposed, hunched over with a cane, and their eyes are cold. looking at them.

"This is not a good place, if you can, try not to come here in the future?" Snape reminded Lynn in a cold voice.

"Does the Ministry of Magic know about this place?" Lynn looked at such a large place. Knockturn Alley is not much smaller than Diagon Alley, and the money transactions involved in it must be much more than Diagon Alley.

Snape smiled mockingly.

"Of course the Ministry of Magic knows that there are quite a few shops here that belong to the family businesses of the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic. Every year, this place is routinely inspected twice by Aurors, but nothing can be found every time. The person in charge of Luo didn’t dare to seriously investigate, or someone tipped off and hid all the prohibited items before the investigation.”

Lynn looked thoughtfully at the surrounding shops.

Among the employees of the British Ministry of Magic, most of them are from pure-blood families, and the whole of Britain is so big, there are only so many wizards, and there are only twenty-four pure-blood surnames.

Now Old John has acquired the properties of sixteen of them under his instruction, which of course includes those in Knockturn Alley.

In other words, among these shops, there are also properties under his name?

Thinking of this, Lynn turned his head to look at the surrounding shops again, and it seemed much more pleasing to the eye when he looked at it again.

Snape led Lynn all the way to the depths of Knockturn Alley, which was a dilapidated shack area with a terrible smell, just like the smell of the bathrooms in Hogwarts Castle that had not been cleaned.

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

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

"Are there poor people in the wizarding world?"

Snape glanced at those seemingly poor wizards indifferently, and said indifferently.

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

"Lazy?"

"They have very low magical talents, they are close to squibs, they can't do big things, but they don't want to do small things, they also discriminate against Muggles, and they don't want to live in the world of Muggles, so they nest in such a corner of Diagon Alley , thinking about eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking all day long. It’s a day to be able to live. There are also people who have a wanted warrant from the Ministry of Magic, so they can’t live outside openly, so they hide here incognito. Anyway, ordinary Aurors don’t come here to search. .”

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

Sure enough, no matter where you are, there is never a shortage of people who have high ambitions and low abilities but do not want to make progress.

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

And his broken leg lay beside him.

"Sable."

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

Hearing Snape's voice, Sable immediately opened his closed eyes in surprise, and stared at Snape closely.

"Ah! It's great that you're here, Severus. I thought you'd be here for a few more days!"

"Don't call me by my name, we don't know each other that well." Snape looked disgusted, as if talking to him was an insult to himself, "Is your money ready?"

As soon as money was mentioned, Sable's enthusiasm seemed to be halved immediately, and he looked at Snape warily.

"I need to see things first."

With an impatient face, Snape took out the potion formula he had written in the office earlier from his pocket, and waved it in front of Sable's eyes.

"This is wrong!" Shabull said loudly, "I said in the letter that I wanted to buy the recipe plus the required materials, but now you only brought the recipe!"

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

Shabre was still yelling: "You want too much. In St. Mungo's, just joining the broken leg doesn't even cost 10 Galleons!"

Snape looked very impatient, he put the formula back into his pocket, turned around and was about to leave.

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

However, before he could take two steps with Lynn, Shabul behind him hastily called out to him.

"Okay, Severus, okay, that's it, you give me the formula, and I'll give you the money I agreed before. I really can't delay any longer. lame!"

As if he had guessed that he would give in, Snape turned around with a cold face, and then stretched out a hand towards Sable.

Sable gritted his teeth, then took out a heavy-looking money bag from under his body and threw it to Snape.

Snape didn't open the purse, just shook it in his ear, and then threw the potion formula to Sable.

"Happy transaction." He said lightly, and he couldn't hear any joy at all.

"Severus, you miser, you don't show affection at all, we used to be colleagues anyway."

Sable got the potion formula, and was still complaining non-stop, but Snape had already walked away.

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

Under the tattered sleeve of the left arm of the broken-leg wizard named Shabul, a green tattoo of a python protruding from the mouth of a skeleton is faintly exposed.

Squinting his eyes, he turned and quickly followed Snape's pace.