"Your eye for people... is really sharp!"
Before he had even finished speaking, the Great Beetle had already sidestepped to the side, his face covered in a professional, enthusiastic smile.
"Come, come, sir, this way please!"
"Feel free to pick any bone material in our shop. If you have special requirements, we also accept custom orders."
"Leg bones, shoulder blades, ribs from all kinds of magical creatures... we have stable channels and guaranteed quality!"
After Thorne finished listening, he shook his head slightly.
"No."
He raised his hand and pointed to the most prominent spot in the shop.
"I want that one."
The Great Beetle looked over following his finger and was immediately stunned.
"That is..."
The smile on his face stiffened visibly, revealing a bit of difficulty.
"That is a Dragon tooth from a Ukrainian Ironbelly."
"One of the largest Dragon species currently known."
"However... this Dragon tooth is not for sale—"
Before he could finish his sentence.
"Sir, what are you doing?!"
The Great Beetle's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
Because while he was talking, Thorne had already reached out and picked up the massive Dragon tooth directly.
The movement was so effortless it was as if he had just picked up a wooden stick.
He even gave it a couple of casual swings in the air.
The moment Thorne gripped the Dragon tooth, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
That familiar tactile sensation returned.
Cold, hard, yet carrying a certain wonderful sense of resonance.
This bone seemed to be forming a connection with him.
It was like his own limbs... had extended another segment.
Thorne subconsciously tightened his grip on the tip of the Dragon tooth, leaned forward slightly, and began to build up power.
And to the side.
Inside Jims Bone Material Shop, the Great Beetle watched with wide eyes.
Wisps of white light actually began to converge around the man.
The Dragon tooth trembled slightly in his hand, as if it had been awakened.
Thorne's lips moved slightly, murmuring in a low voice:
"Great Slash—"
However, in the next moment.
He suddenly snapped his eyes open, startled.
"...Oh."
"Sorry."
Thorne looked around somewhat dazed, then realizing something, he immediately withdrew his aura.
"I forgot I was in a shop."
He looked down at the Great Beetle.
"Are you alright?"
The Great Beetle had shrunk under a nearby table, with only half his head showing, his wings still trembling uncontrollably.
Thorne immediately showed a slightly awkward smile and hurried forward.
"Sorry, sorry, force of habit."
He reached out to help the other out from under the table.
"You weren't scared, were you?"
"I... I'm fine, sir."
The Great Beetle swallowed hard, trying to make his voice sound normal.
"It's just... about the price—"
"It's fine."
Thorne waved his hand, his tone relaxed.
"I know, I definitely can't afford this thing."
The Beetle was stunned, then immediately showed a "just as I thought" expression.
However, in the next moment, Thorne changed the subject.
"But I know someone."
"He can definitely handle it."
The Beetle blinked and asked subconsciously, "Who?"
Thorne smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of taking things for granted.
"Put the bill on Dumbledore's tab."
The air went quiet for a moment.
Thorne continued, his tone actually quite serious:
"And, there will be a steady stream of orders after this."
"The students of all Hogwarts will need bone products like this."
"These—"
He patted the bulging pocket of gold coins at his waist.
"Will serve as the deposit."
The Beetle opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something.
But Thorne had already reached out first and pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me."
"Just give me a one percent discount... oh no, a one percent kickback when the time comes."
He laughed first.
"I'm not greedy, haha, just kidding."
"But seriously, I don't think Hogwarts is so poor that it can't afford this little bit of money."
"Can you contact Headmaster Dumbledore?"
The Great Beetle was clearly a bit dazed and answered hesitantly:
"Uh... my teacher should know him."
"Then that's perfect."
Thorne nodded with satisfaction.
"Tell your teacher to let Headmaster Dumbledore know."
"This money can be allocated from Professor McGonagall's new project."
After saying this, his movements were crisp and decisive.
He placed the bag of gold coins on the counter, then bent over and hoisted the massive Dragon tooth directly onto his shoulder.
It was as if it wasn't a Dragon's fang, but just a slightly heavy piece of wood.
Then he walked out of the shop without looking back.
Leaving Danny alone, standing there in a daze.
After several seconds.
Danny suddenly snapped back to his senses, slumped back into his chair, grabbed a quill, and spread out a piece of parchment.
No.
He must write to inform his teacher immediately.
A robber had come to the shop!!
However, just as the tip of the pen touched the paper, his movement stopped again.
Danny frowned, becoming hesitant.
That man... seemed serious.
And just now, he had indeed seen it.
Something was converging toward that Dragon tooth.
More importantly, his teacher seemed to... really know Professor Dumbledore.
Danny was silent for a moment and eventually sighed.
"Better confirm it first..."
He looked up and out the window.
He saw the man carrying the massive Dragon tooth, walking casually into the wand shop across the street.
—
Thorne carried the massive Dragon tooth and walked toward the wand shop.
With the Dragon tooth in hand, his mood was naturally not bad, and he even unconsciously hummed a tuneless little melody.
This Dragon tooth had been 'consecrated' in his hands; it could now be considered a bone nail.
Next, he could begin practicing the techniques of the bone nail.
However... such a large, whole Dragon tooth obviously couldn't be used directly; it still needed to be processed first.
Thorne had mastered some preliminary techniques for making bone nails.
It would be best if it could be ground into the shape of the bone nails he used in his previous life, which would be more comfortable to use.
Although the forging of more advanced bone nail weapons was a blind spot in his knowledge, it was hard to say whether he could obtain necessary upgrade materials like "Pale Ore" or "Pale Oil" in this world.
While pondering these questions, Thorne pushed open the door of Ollivanders wand Shop.
Ding-ling.
In the next moment, he bumped into a glowing, red face.
Harry was excitedly holding a new wand, almost jumping as he turned around: "Professor Thorne! Look, my new—"
Mid-sentence, he stopped abruptly.
Harry's gaze went past Thorne's shoulder and landed on the massive Dragon tooth that almost reached the ceiling, and he froze.
"You... this is?"
He looked hesitantly at Thorne, then at the ferocious Dragon tooth, and only after a long while did he squeeze out a sentence: "Did you... go and rob someone?"
Thorne rolled his eyes.
"Of course not," he said, preparing to explain, "This thing is—"
"A wand!"
A light voice, yet one carrying irrepressible excitement, came from the depths of the shop.
Thorne and Harry were both startled and looked toward the sound.
They saw an old man almost jogging out, his movements faster than one would expect for someone of his age.
His face was flushed, his breathing slightly rapid, and his very pale, large eyes shone startlingly in the dim shop, like two moons hanging in the night.
Ollivander.
His gaze was locked dead onto the Dragon tooth on Thorne's shoulder, his voice trembling.
"Merlin's belt!"
He almost cried out, "This is simply... a masterpiece of nature! I have never seen such a wand!"
Thorne and Harry glanced at each other.
There was a brief silence in the air for a few seconds.
Then, Thorne spoke somewhat hesitantly: "Uh... to be honest, I haven't seen a wand in this shape either."
"Aren't your wands all like chopsticks?"
"This thing is almost like a morning star... how on earth can you tell it's a wand?"