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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 92: The Creeping Ivy
"Here it is…" The young thief pointed to a shop.
It was at the end of another narrow street and could easily be missed if one didn't already know it was there. There was no na on the sign, just a small drawing of an ivy plant over a blackboard.
Jas was about to walk inside when the thief called for him again.
"W-Wait, what about my…" He glanced at Jas's hands.
"Right. What's fair is fair." Jas threw a single gold galleon to him.
The thief quickly grabbed it. "No, but…my wand…"
"Oh, I see." Jas was still holding onto the young thief's wand. "Buy yourself another one." Once he said that, he walked inside, ignoring the young man's complaints.
The inside of the shop wasn't much better than the outside. It was badly illuminated with just a couple of candles, and there was a powerful sll that was likely the result of many batches of potions being brewed in a poorly ventilated space.
Jas didn't seem bothered by any of this and just walked to the counter.
On the other side was an old man with ssy white hair and an unkempt beard. He wore a set of old brown robes that seed to be covered in all sorts of stains, but the man did not seem to care.
"Hmmm?... What do you want?" he spoke to Jas with a tone of annoyance.
"If you know who I am, then you know what I want," Jas responded.
The man frowned. "Tsk…arrogant brat. I thought you were not going to sell anymore…this old man has ears in Hogwarts."
"Can't use my na any longer. I made a dropbox." He passed the old man a piece of paper. "Use that one to contact ."
"An illegal one, no doubt." The old man seed amused for a mont. "What about that batch of Felix Felicis I requested?"
"I'll get it done. There is still ti."
"No, there isn't." The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow. His eyes scanned over Jas as if trying to discover sothing about him. "You barely had ti before your laboratory was destroyed. Now it will be too late."
"If I say I can do it, it's because I can."
"You need six months to make that one." The old man pointed out. "You will be, at best, two weeks late."
"I don't need six months," Jas simply said.
He chuckled. "Truly arrogant! But…I don't dislike it. And you have proven to have skill. Very well, this old man will put his trust in you."
"So, can I count on your future business?" Jas asked.
The old man looked down at the paper. Jas had written the na of the dropbox for owl deliveries. It would also serve as an alias of sorts for him, so he would not need to use his real na any longer.
"Ivory Alchemist…"
"Indeed," Jas said.
"You could have sent a ssage to tell all of this…why co all the way here?"
"And miss the chance of having this lovely conversation? No way." Jas placed the wand he was carrying on the counter and took a small box from one of his pockets. "And I brought you sothing interesting."
The old man glanced at the box with a bored expression. "I have seen everything already…nothing will…" He stopped for a mont when he saw what was inside. "A basilisk heart? It looks intact, and…wait…"
He noticed sothing special about this one. "It's not just big…" His old, tired eyes moved to Jas; there was now genuine interest in them. "How old was this basilisk?"
"Slightly over one thousand years old," Jas told him.
"That's impossible! There are no basilisks that old. The Ministry may be incompetent at many things, but they would not have missed sothing like that," he said.
Basilisks never stop growing, so one this old would be massive, and if it was moving around freely, it would have taken many victims. There was no way the Ministry of Magic would miss sothing like that.
"Under normal circumstances, that is true. This one was quite special. It was hidden inside Hogwarts…you see, this used to be the pet of a certain wizard of old."
"Slytherin?! Are you pulling this old man's leg?" He stood up. "You're saying that this is the heart of Salazar's pet?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, I had to put it down when it tried to bite ." Jas said, truly lanting it, but at least it opened other possibilities.
"And where is the rest?" the old man inquired.
"So of it is with . The rest, I sold to the goblins."
"What?! To those greedy bastards?!" The old man looked outraged.
"I reserved the best part for you, so don't complain," Jas told him.
The old man glanced at Jas with suspicion. "I assu you don't want gold for it, otherwise you would have sold it to them."
"Essence of an ancient Djinn. I want that in exchange for the heart," Jas said.
The old man now looked shocked. "How do you even know I have that?"
"Because you tried to use it. There are remnants of its magic that I can trace."
He hoped his lie was believable enough.
The real reason he knew about that was because Jas already knew about this old fellow. He had t him during his previous life as Harry Potter. But at that ti, he was much older and more decrepit than now.
They shared many stories, and one of them was about the Essence of a Djinn that he claid to have found a few decades prior and attempted to use, but failed in his attempts many tis, and ended up wasting the materials.
Jas was distraught when he heard about it, since it was sothing he had always wanted to get his hands on.
Djinns had been extinct for over two thousand years, so any materials from them were truly invaluable.
But now he had another chance, and Jas just so happened to have a good use for that material...making it more valuable for him than even the basilisk heart.
"No matter…it is not for sale. I need it," the old man responded stubbornly and put the box down.
"Hear my deal before making a decision," Jas suggested.
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