After leaving the bookstore, Chen Ang visited a potion raw material store called Slug and Giggs Pharmacy. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a stench of rotten eggs mixed with rotten organisms, forcing Chen Ang to imitate himself with a 'fresh air'. This is a life spell I just learned. Chen Ang used arcane techniques to imitate it, and it looked decent.

I glanced at the wooden barrels piled up on the ground, which contained toad livers, eel eyes, bat feces and other things. They were filled with sticky buckets. The cabinets on the wall were filled with glass bottles filled with various powders and herbs, some air-dried animal tissues, claws, feathers and poisonous fangs, and what parts of the black animal were, like things piled up in a ball of grease, and were threaded into a string on a dirty rope. The whole style was a bit like the African witchcraft material market.

Chen Ang should be glad that there are no skulls of men and women, organs of Muggle children, dry hands, rotten brains, and such necrotic spell casting materials. But Chen Ang knew that there must be these things in the Overturned Alley, which may be the reason why the Ministry of Magic acquiesced to its existence!

After all, although many black magic is theoretically illegal, it is already a nearly public behavior for wizards to secretly practice these things. Wizards who do not learn this kind of magic violate the tradition of wizards. Most wizards, like Texans in the United States, are loyally surrounded by gun-bearing. Every pure-blood family regards the family's inheritance of black magic as their lifeblood, except for Weasley, the shame of pure-blood.

Although the materials here are complete, the fresh magical animals Chen Ang most hopes to buy are nothing, rather than tissues, organs and specimens. Living magical animals may only be available in pet stores and black markets.

As for whether to buy some at the pet store? Chen Ang thought it would be better to go to the black market.

What Chen Ang hopes most are those magical animals that can be studied, full of vitality and fresh magic, and are always engaging in life activities, rather than these dead, rotten, and undying magic materials. But he still bought some and prepared to do repeated experiments of magic potions, relying on repeated formulas to study what.

Although the magic books at Lihen Bookstore are comprehensive, some books involving the knowledge of black magic and ancient magic prohibited by the Ministry of Magic are not for sale at all. They are either handwritten manuscripts or early versions published before the relevant laws of the Ministry of Magic are not perfected. They are now in the study rooms of major pure blood families and in the forbidden book areas of Hogwarts.

Among the potion formulas, although there are related books on Fuling and compound potions, there is no clear formula. The other common potion formulas are very clear, but there is no systematic pharmacological analysis and dialectics. It seems that the only way for wizards to study potions is to try it. Based on experience, the blind cat and mouse discovered something.

After Chen Ang came out of the pharmacy, his originally bulging wallet was already dry. Jin Jialong was a bit poor for his huge shopping plan, but Chen Ang was no longer ready to exchange it. The two main materials, books and potion materials, were already in place, and he was not going to buy backward instruments in the magic world, such as crucibles, folded, enchanted, and automatic stirring. Biochemical modulation equipment and related scientific instruments are what he wants.

As for the Ollivander Wand Shop, although Chen Ang does need a magic wand, he is more willing to make one by himself, integrating the knowledge of wand making in this world and the knowledge of related arcane of Feiren. For Chen Ang, Ollivander's wand is too shallow. If he tries, he will find that every wand is suitable, but it seems suitable but not suitable.

Chen Ang didn't need a magic wand to adapt to him. He was enough to drive away any magic items, so he just needed to make one suitable one by himself.

Now Chen Ang only needs to find a place to settle down. He returned to the location near the middle of Diagon Alley where the Gringott is located, where there is a dim alley leading to the famous Black Magic Materials Collection. Although people have always compared the Overturn Alley with Diagon Alley, as if they were two streets that were enough to be paralleled.

In fact, Diagon Alley is the largest gathering place for wizards in London, a large market with a large number of shops in it. The Overturn Alley is just a remote and hidden corner in Diagon Alley. There are many illegal black magic material shops, which are actually very remote and small.

Chen Ang came here just because it was hidden enough.

The alley is dark and narrow, and the black magic shops on both sides are also very dark and remote. An old and ugly witch secretly looked at him from behind the counter, smiling to reveal his teeth that were deliberately sharply ground. Chen Ang knew at a glance that these teeth came from many different people. It seems that the witch, like the President of Washington, has the hobby of pulling out other people's teeth and putting them on his own gums.

Of course, the President of Washington also likes to strengthen black maids. When he pulled black teeth, he might not have black toothpaste.

So Chen Ang lifted his umbrella quickly. Although it was really just an umbrella, at least it made people feel that he still needed a magic wand to hide the fact that this great arcane didn't need a magic wand or a spell casting operation.

"Currently!"

This is a level 4 spell of the necrotic system, but it was slightly modified by Chen Ang, adding some head-subduing techniques and other things. Then Chen Ang saw the witch covering her mouth in horror. Her dentures had already taken root in the gums, and a large number of bone-like thorny roots were trying to drill into her jawbone.

The witch fell to the ground in pain, unable to howl, and could only make hissing sounds.

"There are actually teeth pulled out from the mouths of those who died suddenly! Then enjoy their resentment! The gifts of the deceased are not that easy to take..." Chen Ang sneered coldly and continued to walk forward. Several wizards who stretched their heads and looked quietly from the side quickly retracted into the room. Chen Ang easily gained respect on this dangerous street.

He came to shop No. 13. This shop is bigger than any black magic store in the overturned alley. Of course, it is also a dark and messy virtue. Chen Ang, who has no expectations for the service quality of the magic world, bows his head and walks into this black magic store that is like a traditional Chinese grocery store in the 19th century. There are all kinds of masks hanging on the wall.

The obvious curse and traces of black magic have a sense of existence that Chen Ang cannot ignore.

The shop was empty, and the owner seemed to be very relieved of the security here. He placed his goods here so easily. Some yellow wooden fake eyes were soaked in a glass bottle. When Chen Ang walked forward, his eyes quickly turned around. The dense eyes were staring at him, and there were various skulls. Chen Ang could identify the skulls that belonged to different races and genders, and were placed on the counter. Chen Ang could recognize some materials from dead people, and some from living people.

Of course, after taking it down, it must be dead.
Chapter completed!