Borgin picked up the wand and examined it carefully for quite some time.

After pondering for a moment, he hesitated before asking, “Where did you get this?”

“An alchemist’s unfinished work. How much do you think it’s worth?”

“Three Galleons.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Wade was almost amused by how outrageous the offer was.

He knew perfectly well that Borgin was a genuine swindler, but he hadn’t expected him to be this shameless.

Three Galleons was less than a tenth of the cost of the raw materials.

“Sir, you should know that fewer and fewer wizards use wands like this. Magical wands are the mainstream now.

“I can give you three Galleons at most. That’s already my highest offer.”

Borgin deliberately put on a troubled expression.

He certainly wasn’t going to show mercy just because his customer happened to be a child.

“Heh.”

Wade sneered.

Then he took a silver ring from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

“Take a look at this. How much is it worth?”

“Of course, sir.”

Borgin nodded with a smile.

But the moment he picked up the ring, the smile froze on his face.

Nicolas Flamel.

A six-hundred-year-old living legend and unquestionably the greatest alchemist in the world.

“Tell me. How much is it worth?”

“My esteemed customer...”

Borgin carefully placed the ring back on the counter and forced out an extremely awkward smile.

“You... you must be joking.”

Are you trying to sell this ring?

Are you trying to get me killed, Mr. Borgin?

If he dared to buy something like this today, the Ministry of Magic would be paying his little shop a visit tomorrow.

The day after that, the International Confederation of Wizards would come knocking.

After that would come the Order of Merlin, the International Alchemy Association, and even a whole group of centuries-old magical relics who had lived for generations.

Never underestimate the connections of a top-tier alchemist who had lived for more than six hundred years.

Within three days, Borgin and Burkes would be forced to close its doors for good.

Wade picked up the ring and slipped it onto the ring finger of his right hand.

Then he placed the wand back on the counter.

“Now tell me how much it’s worth.”

“One hundred and twenty Galleons. No more than one hundred and fifty.”

“Mr. Borgin is fairly honest after all.”

Wade teased him before putting the wand away.

For the moment, he had no intention of changing his equipment.

To a large extent, he had brought the wand here simply to show it off.

“Sir, what is your relationship with Nicolas Flamel?”

There was a hint of curiosity in Borgin’s voice.

“I’ve only known him for about a month. But... I call him my teacher.”

Borgin cursed inwardly.

You had this kind of backing and you didn’t say so earlier?

Why didn’t you say anything? Were you deliberately messing with me?

“Sir, surely you didn’t come all this way just to play such a little joke on me?”

“I need a reusable Portkey that can transport people instantly between London and Jericho, Vermont, in the United States.”

“When do you need it?”

“Can you give it to me now?”

“Of course not.”

Borgin hurriedly shook his head.

“Bypassing the Ministries of Magic in both countries and having a professional create a Portkey will take at least three days at the earliest.”

“How much?”

Wade asked casually.

“Fifty Galleons.”

Borgin watched Wade’s expression closely.

When he noticed Wade frown, he immediately explained,

“That’s already the lowest price I can offer. You ordered a Portkey that can travel back and forth between two countries, not a single-use one.”

Wade immediately pulled out a handful of Galleons and placed them on the counter.

“Sixty Galleons.

“I don’t want the Portkey to have a fixed activation time. I’m going to Vermont on business, and I don’t know when I’ll be returning.

“Also, I want you to keep this matter confidential.”

“Understood.”

Borgin nodded solemnly.

Then his tone suddenly changed.

“Though I do have one small question. Given your status, you could easily apply to the Ministry of Magic for permission to use a Portkey. There’s no need to come all the way to Knockturn Alley, is there?”

Wade looked at him speechlessly.

It was the kind of look one might give to someone who clearly wasn’t very bright.

“Guess why I told you to keep it confidential.”

With that, Wade turned around and left without another word.

Technically, as Nicolas Flamel’s student, Wade could certainly expect the Ministry of Magic to give him some consideration.

But that didn’t mean they would let him casually study Portkey creation.

After all, what he was doing was technically illegal. The Ministry couldn’t simply pretend they hadn’t noticed.

And his identity was far too special.

If word got out that one of Nicolas Flamel’s students was going to Vermont, there would undoubtedly be people who would start paying attention.

As for why Wade wasn’t worried about Borgin leaking the information...

It was simple.

He wouldn’t dare.

Just putting Wade’s identity out in the open was enough to crush someone like him.

Three days later, Wade received the custom-made Portkey.

It looked like an ordinary tennis ball.

He didn’t leave immediately.

Instead, he activated his Spirit Vision and carefully studied the magical circuits embedded within it, comparing them with everything he had learned.

He quickly reached a conclusion.

Borgin had done an excellent job.

Simply touching the Portkey wouldn’t immediately activate the teleportation.

The user had to maintain contact with it for thirty seconds before it activated.

The return journey worked the same way.

Furthermore, the departure coordinates weren’t fixed.

They could be chosen freely.

“This is exactly the kind of Portkey I wanted!”

Wade sighed in satisfaction.

He immediately began trying to create one himself.

The coordinates of the starting point.

The coordinates of the destination.

Magical circuits connecting the two points.

Reverse circuits for the return journey.

The activation mechanism...

Even with a vast amount of theoretical knowledge supporting him, it still took Wade half a month of painstaking work before he finally completed a functioning Portkey.

“Perfect.”

Wade stood in front of a full-length mirror, looking with satisfaction at the crystal necklace hanging around his neck.

“Who would ever think this is actually a Portkey?”

“But I suppose it isn’t completely perfect either. There are certain special locations that can’t be reached using Portkeys.

“Still, once my Sequence is high enough, that problem should be solvable as well.”

Wade was in an excellent mood.

He planned to go downstairs for a hearty lunch before setting off for Nevermore Academy.

There were now less than three weeks before Hogwarts reopened, and several things still remained unfinished.

Naturally, Wade was starting to feel a little anxious.

However, while he was eating, an unexpected person appeared.

“Harry Potter?”

“Enzo.”

Harry looked at him in surprise.

“You’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron too?”

“Obviously. I don’t really have a fixed residence in either the wizarding or Muggle world.

“But what about you? Why aren’t you staying at home? What are you doing here?”

Wade pretended to be confused.

“I can understand coming to Diagon Alley a few days before school starts, but there should still be about three weeks before Hogwarts reopens, right?”

Harry helplessly shrugged.

He then began telling Wade about what it was like living under his aunt and uncle’s roof, as well as why he had ended up staying at the Leaky Cauldron.

After listening to the whole story, Wade looked genuinely stunned.

“You’re sure they’re your relatives and not your enemies?”

“I wouldn’t want relatives that terrible either, but unfortunately, that’s the truth.

“If Aunt Marge hadn’t insulted my parents, I wouldn’t have lost control and blown her up like a balloon and sent her floating into the sky.”

“I was already prepared to be locked up in Azkaban.

“But unexpectedly, the Minister for Magic treated the whole thing as an accidental magical incident.

“He only required me to remain in Diagon Alley until school started and forbade me from going back into the Muggle world on my own.

“That happens to be exactly what I wanted.”