Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 752: Mundungus’ intelligence
In the UK, bar culture has been deeply rooted in people's hearts since ancient times.
In a certain area of the town, the bar is often the gathering place of the public in that area, and people from all walks of life will find their own leisure time in it.
Speaking of the close connection between the bar and this land, it is difficult to describe in the history books.
Because there were times when wizards and Muggles lived together in the past, the bar culture has also continued into the current magical world, allowing wizards to continue to enjoy this rare leisure time.
Today, Maca rarely stayed at the Pig’s Head Bar for a while, and enjoyed a meal of "Salt Baked Mashed Potatoes with Unknown Vegetables" provided by Aberforth.
To tell you the truth, Maca would like to know what those miscellaneous vegetable leaves are. Unfortunately, while Aberforth didn't want to explain, he also couldn't taste the vegetables because they were over-seasoned.
Well, but in general...
"The taste is not bad."
Maca put down the fork and wiped his mouth, and picked up the butter beer to rinse himself.
I can feel that the strong saltiness in my mouth is diluted by the smooth liquor, and then there is a burst of sweet potato. After this time, it really feels a little back to basics.
Of course, it was originally the original taste of potatoes, and it has nothing to do with Aberforth's craftsmanship.
While Aberforth put away the dinner plate and took it to the sink, Maca turned around on the tall stool with the cup, leaning against the bar and looking at the scene in the bar.
Even if the business of the Pig's Head Bar is far less popular than the three broomsticks, when the night is approaching, the number of customers in the shop will also increase.
The customers who come here on weekdays are still the same as before. Most of them are hiding their heads and revealing their tails.
Some people drink alone, and some only whisper to the acquaintances they met...The alchemy contest is over, and there is no noise from outsiders here soon, and gray tones once again occupy this small piece of dirty Xixi treasure land.
Maca enjoys this feeling, especially during the recent period, he needs a realm where he can truly relax without any worries.
"Let’s see Delphi another day..."
For Voldemort's daughter, he is still more concerned.
Actually, he now understands Dumbledore's feelings a little bit now. Dumbledore has been **** for half his life for the black boy found in the orphanage.
Now, Maca doesn't really believe in the influence of heredity on her personality, but she can't help but want to pay more attention to her personally.
After all, Delphi's child is different from other troubles. At least half of the decision to keep her there was made by him.
After deciding on the schedule for the next time I want to relax, Maca took another sip of the drink in his glass, recalling a little bit of what he had said to Aberforth.
Yes, he said he was a bit "bored", which is naturally a big truth.
However, Aberforth is not the kind of character who is good at comforting others, and he himself knows this well. Therefore, he did not express his own remarks on this, but refilled him with a bottle of Butterbeer.
Seriously, Maca is glad that Aberforth didn't pursue his rare negative performance. Because what he needs is not persuasion or comfort, but just a brief listening session.
As for those upsets and depressions, most of them have to be relieved by him. Then, what should be done, he will still complete step by step in silence.
By now, those disturbances have become entangled with everything around him.
If you compare him to a thriving tree, the soil he roots is Hogwarts. The more dense the branches and leaves on the ground, the more dense the roots and roots under the ground.
It's impossible for him to get away halfway.
"...A lot of things, I'm afraid it's already doomed from the beginning," Maca sighed casually while holding the cup, "Maybe this is actually one of the characteristics of the rules of time, right?"
"Brother, what? You start to feel life at such a young age?"
Just as Maca laughed at herself secretly, not forgetting some magic theory conjectures while grinning blindly, suddenly a witch covered in black veil walked over and sat beside him.
"Would you like my sister to teach you some real "truths of life"? Tomorrow morning, brother, you will definitely thank my sister for my..."
Listening to the sweet and greasy voice, the corners of Maca's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Mondungus," he didn't even have the interest to cast a glance beside him, and said indifferently, "You don't want to resell your second-hand crucible, come to me to install something'experienced' Big sister? With this free time, you can find a wife and then play this set, okay?"
Speaking of the least interesting guy among the members of the Order of the Phoenix, this is Mondungus Fletcher. He has been at the bottom of the magic world all year round, tossing all kinds of inconspicuous transactions, and he is also a fairly solid news dealer with "basic skills".
"Huh?" The black sorceress immediately lowered her voice, "Maca, how did you recognize me? I think my voice is already imitated?"
To be honest, Mondungus is really good at disguising, there is no magic from head to toe. Even his female voice was practiced by his own voice, and Maca did not sense any related magical fluctuations.
Just like Muggles can distinguish each person according to the DNA map, so the magical powers of the wizards themselves have roughly similar but completely different individual differences.
If you want to pretend to be in front of Maca, if you don't have the ability to even manage to change the wave of magic, it is totally meaningless.
It's just that, this can be regarded as one of his secrets, and there is nothing to say about Mondungus.
"Do you think that a witch dressed in this look will take the initiative to come and find an underage boy to strike up a conversation?" Maca said in an angry manner.
"Hey!" Mondongues heard this and said with a smile, "The surface is deserted and the heart is hot. Isn't this the most beautiful gap? Hmm...seriously, do you have that little heartbeat? Just a little bit..."
"No." Maca replied decisively, before turning to, "Since you are here, tell me about the recent movement in the British magical world! It will save Lupin from having to Pick and choose from the messages you sent in the past-that's really troublesome!"
Listening to what Maca said, Mondungus couldn't help being more serious.
In the hearts of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca's status is higher than anyone today. Because in the slightly gloomy period in the past, his decision made the Order of the Phoenix almost no downsizing, and even the high-efficiency healing potions he stayed in the Black House saved more than one life.
Now, when Voldemort has become a past, only the existence of Maca can connect the members who have returned to ordinary lives without a trace.
"Recently...Of course it’s nothing to say about major events, thanks to your credit..." Montongues first complimented him habitually, and then said, "I have to say something worth mentioning. If it is, it should be to the south-I was here to talk to you about this."
He thought for a while, quickly sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "There is a gathering area for wizards on each side of the Strait of Dover, as you know... We have more foreign wizards here in the UK. , Judging from what they brought, it should have come from the French magical world across the strait..."
Maca nodded then.
"Did you dump goods underground?"
What he said was naturally a black market located in the underground of London. Almost every day, a group of foreign wizards came with private goods, which was also considered as a contribution to the circulation of materials in the British magical world.
And Mondungus also understood that when Maca said so, he was actually asking him: Isn't this a normal thing? What's wrong in it?
Mundungus, who realized this, moved closer.
"There is a dump, but it seems that their main purpose is not this..." He whispered, "Someone told me that the group had entered the Dark Ling Pavilion twice, and every time they were in the team. A few more people."
At this point, he paused and said: "I think they should have gone to the Dark Spirit Pavilion to find someone!"
The groups and individuals that accept employment in the Dark Ling Pavilion are not cheap, but correspondingly, with Dark Ling Pavilion as an intermediary, the employment agreement and service standards will be much more reliable.
At the beginning, even when Voldemort was lacking combat power under his hands, he "borrowed" people. It can be seen that the Dark Spirit Pavilion is still well-known in the gray area of the magic world.
"What then?" Maca pondered the matter for a moment, and then asked, "If there is no critical anomaly, you wouldn't mention it on my side?"
"Hey, it's you," Mondungus said with a muffled laugh through the black gauze. "During the alchemy contest, you cleaned up a group of people at the gate of Hogwarts, didn't you? That group of people dressed up. , It is very similar to Lupin's archives-they are all black robes, and the style seems to be similar."
"That bald head?"
Maca frowned—he didn't expect that ~IndoMTL.com~ that little mess at the time might actually lead to some follow-up.
"Is there any more information? It's not too accurate," he asked. "For example, what are their movements and general rules in the British magic world?"
"That's not true," Montongues replied without even thinking about it this time. "That gang is difficult to follow... Some of my old friends just saw that something was wrong with them and wanted to follow up and get some information. They changed hands again, but they were all chased and lost in the same alley."
When Maca heard this, she couldn't help but think about it, and after a while she waved her hand gently.
"Talk to ‘home’, don’t send your own people to inquire about this in advance, it may be dangerous."
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