Holding his throbbing head, Light managed to stand up. Once he regained his senses, he found himself in a dark and spacious wizard shop!
On the counter next to Light, there were strange items covered with transparent glass domes.
He turned to look at the pitch - black surroundings. There was a row of cabinets standing against the wall, each filled with all kinds of peculiar magic items.
Light didn't pay much attention. As he picked up his suitcase and walked towards the door, a pleasant yet greasy voice came from behind him.
"Sir, welcome!"
Light turned around and saw a man emerge from behind a shelf like a ghost.
"Excuse me, sir, did you accidentally fall here?" The man sized Light up with the same look one would use to inspect goods.
Light didn't answer his question. Instead, he carefully examined the man in front of him. He looked to be in his fifties, with long, greasy hair that seemed hardly ever groomed.
He was wearing a common black wizard robe and deliberately hunched his body to seem less threatening.
"Yeah! I was supposed to go to Diagon Alley, but I misspelled the words," Light said. After the inspection, he gently put down his luggage, pretending to be scared.
"Oh my! What a clumsy thing! My name is Borgin, the owner of this shop!"
"I wonder where you live, kid. Maybe I know the area!" As he spoke, he fiddled with the goods on the shelf, acting like an enthusiastic shopkeeper.
"I don't live here. I'll leave now!" Light eyed the shop owner warily.
"Don't be so on guard, little one. Here, this little thing is for you. Let's be friends!" Borgin grinned as he picked up a small ball from the shelf and offered it to Light.
Light glanced at the item being offered, then curiously took it. The moment he touched it, a green light shot out from the ball and hit Light right on the forehead.
"Haha! Looks like I'm in for another profit! A young wizard with Magic Power like you is quite a hot commodity." Borgin let out a strange laugh and walked towards the dazed Light.
As Borgin approached Light, the suitcase that Light had placed on the ground suddenly opened. A thick hemp rope instantly wrapped around Borgin's short and thick neck.
The rope quickly hoisted Borgin up into the air. The huge pulling force almost broke his neck.
Just when Borgin was about to suffocate, a green light flashed on his black robe and the rope was instantly cut into several pieces.
"Thud!" Borgin fell heavily to the ground, his face flushed as he gasped for air frantically.
"Sure enough, it's not that simple, huh? Trying to take down the owner of a magic item shop with a rope animated by Transfiguration is really a pipe dream." Light said coldly, holding his wand as he stared at Borgin who was still lying on the ground, gasping for breath.
"You're after me!" Borgin gasped with red - rimmed eyes.
"Sort of. I originally planned to scout the place first, but you just showed up yourself. Alright, stop looking for your wand. Here it is!" Light waved the wand in his hand at Borgin.
"What? When..."
"Boggin stared fixedly at the wand and instantly recognized the wand that had been with him for half his life.
"I got it using the Summoning Charm [Accio] while you were struggling!" Light said expressionlessly.
Boggin, lying on the ground, slowly stood up. Looking at the cold - faced Light, he knew that things couldn't end well. So he forced a smile.
"I'm willing to pay the price for my actions. I wonder what I can do for you!"
"I want all your Alchemy knowledge! And..." Light glanced around, "this shop of yours."
"As long as you wish!" Boggin flattered, rubbing his hands constantly and about to walk towards Light.
"It seems you still underestimate me! Summon Fiendfyre curse!" Violent flames spurted out from the wand, melting the flying daggers that came from behind.
Seeing Light easily defuse the sneak attack, Boggin's face changed instantly. He hurriedly activated various Spells props on the shelves.
As Boggin took action, countless magical rays and physical attack weapons kept rushing towards Light.
Light didn't make many moves. He waved the wand in his hand and controlled the Fiendfyre curse to turn into a huge shield, devouring all the props and Spells that came at him.
Seeing Boggin still constantly using the Spells props, Light couldn't help feeling a pang in his heart. These are all my things!
"Fiendfyre curse binding!" The more surging Fiendfyre curse pounced on Boggin like lightning.
"No, don't come closer." Boggin kept backing away, looking at the approaching flames in horror. Obviously, he had recognized what kind of flames these were.
The blazing Fiendfyre curse constantly compressed Boggin's movement space. Finally, it forced Boggin into a corner and then split into several tongues of fire, enclosing Boggin in a circle of fire.
"What on earth do you want? A wizard who can control the Fiendfyre curse can't possibly take a fancy to me." Boggin squatted down with his head in his hands, shrinking humbly in the small circle of fire, looking at the constantly leaping crimson flames around him.
"I've stated my requirements. You just chose to resist!" Light looked at Boggin, who was almost curled up into a ball, and at the same time sighed in his heart that the Fiendfyre curse was so useful!
"I'm willing, I'm willing! I'll agree to any request! Please spare me!" Feeling the Fiendfyre curse around him getting hotter and hotter, Boggin pleaded with a sob.
"Okay, you said it yourself! Then drink this!" Light took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and threw it at Boggin.
The circle of fire enclosing Boggin opened a gap, allowing the potion to land at his feet smoothly.
"This is..." Boggin slowly picked up the potion at his feet, looked at the blood - red potion in the glass bottles and said tremblingly.
"You know, it's poison! As for the effect, you'll know when it takes effect!"
"Can... can I not drink it?" Boggin said tremblingly. He knew very well that once he drank this bottle of potion, what awaited him would definitely not be good.
"You have no right to choose. By the way, a friendly reminder. I know the Imperius Curse. Bargaining with death won't work on me." Light said terrifying words with a smiling face.
Like a devil's voice slowly ringing out, feeling the severe pain of the flames burning on his skin, Boggin almost cried as he drank the potion.
Seeing Boggin swallow all the potion, Light nodded with satisfaction. He waved his wand, and the Fiendfyre curse that had bound Boggin instantly went out.
"Ugh...!" As the searing flames around him disappeared, Boggin was about to speak when a sickly-sweet smell suddenly filled his mouth, making him retch.
"It seems you've been quite honest and haven't played any tricks," Light said, looking at the retching Boggin with a pleased expression.
"This guy deliberately made the potion taste so awful. What would he have done to me if I hadn't retched? What kind of devil have I run into!"
Boggin felt extremely remorseful at this moment. How on earth could he have provoked such a ruthless wizard?