Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1106: Broken Cauldron Bar Night

? As an important place with the responsibility of connecting the Muggle world and the magic world, the Broken Cauldron Bar is open for business almost 24 hours a day.

But of course, even if old Tom, the bar owner, doesn’t think this duty is great, he probably won’t cut the bar’s business hours.

After all, it is precisely because many people will pass by him for accommodation, dining, or providing tourists with afternoon tea or something. Even if it was just for more Jin Jialong to enter the account, he would not be willing to close the store.

At the moment, Pansy, who had just got off the bus, together with the fairy-blood Iluli, pushed open the black wooden door of the bar and walked in gently.

Probably because the wound on the back shoulder is affected from time to time, her brows are always frowning involuntarily, making people look unhappy.

"Boom!"

"Carl, are there any remaining rooms upstairs?"

Pansy reached out and knocked on the tabletop of the bar counter, and woke up the middle-aged wizard who was sitting there dozing off. The old Tom, the owner of the Vixen Bar, was generally responsible for serving guests during the day, but late at night. , The person in charge of the night shift is usually replaced by this Karl.

However, compared to the clumsy but always enthusiastic old Tom, the guy in front of him is somewhat absent-minded.

"Huh?"

I saw the middle-aged wizard opened his eyes dazedly, his eyes swayed from the back of the bar, and then he hummed and nodded:

"Oh, yes. There are five more rooms upstairs...no no, it seems to be four? Ah, do you want to open one for you? How many days do you plan to stay here?"

"One night will do," Pansy didn't talk nonsense, and directly paid for the cost of accommodation, "I'm going out in a while, you just need to give me the key."

"You don't need to help you carry your luggage or anything... Oh, both of you seem to be empty, so it's easier!"

Carl hummed rather vaguely, took the coin with one hand, and immediately took out a bunch of keys from the drawer under the bar with the other hand and passed it over.

"The third room on the right hand up the stairs...Ah no, it seems to be the second one? Anyway, you'll know if you try it yourself!" He drooped his eyelids and said, suddenly adding as if he was thinking of something. Said, "By the way, there is still some bean soup cooked by old Tom in the kitchen, and I will send you two to warm up your body..."

Before the words were finished, Carl's heavy eyelids finally couldn't hold back anymore, and he fell asleep again.

"Go up first!"

When Pansy saw this, he curled his lips slightly unhappily, and then handed the key to Iluli.

"I will go out now and be back soon."

"Oh, no! How can this be?" Eluli said sharply, "You are because of me... If you are not dragged down by me, you will not have to suffer this sin! Buy... buy For things, let me come and go!"

Although it was late at night, there were still many drinkers in the bar drinking and chatting in twos and threes, so that Eluli did not dare to speak too clearly.

And after volunteering to buy the medicine for Pansy, she added carefully:

"And...Miss Parkinson, although you have cleaned up the blood stains on your clothes, you can still smell a bit of blood if you smell it carefully. I think this will happen in Knockdown Alley at night. Not very safe."

"Will you be safe when you go?" Pansy couldn't help but said, "Your wand was lost on the side of the church. Now you are almost like a dumb gun, aren't you?"

But for this, Eluli shook her head silently, and then flipped her hood behind her back.

"Look...very few people have trouble with a goblin, right?"

Like the house elves, the talents of the elves enable them to cast powerful magic without relying on the wand, and they also have a bad temper that is very different from the house elves.

Thus, although most wizards think that fairies are inferior creatures, they don't want to provoke them casually. After all, no one would want to let a fairy who likes to hold grudges to keep an eye on him for a lifetime.

It’s a pity, it would be nice if Eluli could be more proud when she said these words-looking at her lack of self-confidence, it always makes people think that she might as well inherit the goblin directly. Character is good.

At the very least, the unreasonable pride and contempt of the fairies are really similar to the pretentious pure blood among the wizards.

However, Eluli can say that, undoubtedly wanting to win the opportunity to repay Pansy. Thinking that this might deepen the friendship between the two, Pansy finally agreed to her request.

"Okay!" Miss Parkinson smiled and said, "Um...then hold my wand first! Although it may be a little unsuitable, it's better than nothing... I'll just go to the room and wait. You are here."

Looking at Eluli hurriedly walking towards the back door with small steps until she was no longer visible, Pansy finally let out a long breath as if she had been holding back for a long time.

To be honest, she is really not used to the seemingly gentle tone before.

Not to mention, she grew up under a standard pure-blood education since she was a child. Regarding the hybrid offspring bred by humans and magical creatures like Iluli, although her views are not as extreme as those of her parents, she still looks down on it somewhat.

"Boom boom boom!"

Uncertainly, Pansy stretched out his hand again and beat the tabletop of the bar counter as loud as a gong and drum.

"Carl, a Belgian raspberry beer with ice!"

"Huh? Oh...I need to add ice to this weather? Miss...Are you serious?"

This wet spring night in London, England, may be colder than people think.

……

Let’s not mention Pansy’s plan to have a drink with his wounds at the Broken Cauldron Bar, so as to clean up his slightly bored heart with the cold and infused liquor. On the other side, Draco, who had completed the task, had already returned to Hogwarts, and stood in front of Maca's door a little reluctantly.

In fact, he has been standing here for more than three minutes. Every time he tried to knock on the door, he couldn't help but put his arm down again at the last moment.

In the room, Maca was watching the flame that kept licking the bottom of the flask, and didn't show much concern for Mr. Malfoy who was standing outside the door.

In the condenser tube connected to the flask, the thick steam rolled through the serpentine tube, turning into drops of clear water and flowing into another closed flask next to it.

After a few more rounds of distillation and purification, the component concentration of Veritaserum may be several times higher than that of the potion refined from the crucible. I believe that even with the resistance of the basilisk, it will be caught.

Of course, the repurification of Veritaserum in this way requires very high temperature control. Even with his ability to perceive magic power, he needs full concentration to maintain the firepower under the beaker.

For now, Draco is just right outside the door, because even if the other person knocks on the door as soon as they come, Maca doesn't have the time to open the door and let him in.

However, Mr. Malfoy outside the door was getting a little impatient at this time.

"The Parkinson woman... Didn't she say that McLean could find the people in the hallway through the wall? How come I still haven't opened the door... Do I have to knock on the door?"

Yes, because of his inexplicable self-esteem, he has to do some inconspicuous struggles even in the trivial matter of knocking on the door or not.

But again, because he hasn't been able to compete with Maca on major issues, he can only seek some satisfaction in this detail first.

When Draco continued to wait stubbornly for a while, with a soft noise, the door in front of him finally opened automatically. And then, he heard Maca's voice coming from the room.

"Mr. Malfoy, please come in!"

For Draco's careful thoughts, Maca still understands a bit, and he doesn't think it's bad.

Actually, apart from the other's biased values, Draco still appreciates Maca's perseverance to his own ideas.

The current Draco Malfoy is at least a lot better than his dad who doesn't get on the stage very much.

"McLean," Draco walked into the room expressionlessly, speaking as equal as possible, "Parkinson has escaped with the wizard named Martin. Also, I saw her in When my father and I acted, they helped a small'companion'. I think the two of them should still be together..."

After explaining Pansy’s situation first, he turned to say:

"As for the underground church, my father is still there for inspections with other people. If there is a possibility of detection, I believe my father will secretly interfere with the detection results."

"Oh, isn't it?" Maca nodded when he heard the words, "Thanks to you, it seems that the plan is going well... well~IndoMTL.com~ and Miss Parkinson, she did Not bad too!"

"She?" Draco snorted softly, "My father and I joined forces to deal with that Martin, originally to give her a chance to intervene, but she chose an insignificant person to help. ! Can this be said to be'good'?"

"Oh, it's actually pretty good," Maca waved his hand and said with a smile, "If you start directly with that Martin, it will be too abrupt... Don't worry, just take it step by step. Good. I believe you can understand, after all, it is the'despicable Helbo' standing behind the other party. It is better to be more cautious."

After that, he didn't care about Draco's awkward look, and he raised his hand and waved it lightly.

Immediately, a letter placed on the table immediately floated up automatically, whirled around in the air, and slid in front of the opponent leisurely.

"Say a good payment, you can pick a time to hand it to your father...In this way, your Malfoy family can restore a good relationship with the Ministry of Magic at any time."

Draco took the envelope casually, but there was a complex expression on his face.