Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1129: Step into the depressed black market

? When Maca was interviewing reporters in the minister's office at the top of the Ministry of Magic, a slightly rickety figure suddenly appeared near the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, it's the old phone booth in front of an abandoned parking lot in London.

To be honest, this is indeed a relatively remote corner in the city of London, but it is not that no one has ever bypassed it. But even so, the seemingly eye-catching phone booth seemed to be non-existent, and few people would turn their heads and take a look when they passed by.

Obviously, magic has been applied there a long time ago, and the Muggles can't see it.

But just today, a man dressed up as a Muggle stopped in front of the phone booth, and he seemed to hesitate to see him stopping and staring constantly.

"Tsk."

After a while, I heard the man in the coat and felt hat smack his tongue lightly, as if pacing in front of the phone booth unhappily. But after that, he pressed down on the brim of his hat again, brushed past the telephone booth with his head slightly lowered, and slowly left to the other end of the abandoned parking lot.

Not long after, the man walked into an alley across from the parking lot on his own, and disappeared suddenly when there were no others nearby.

The intention of this man is naturally obvious. He came for the phone booth, and of course he was going to the Ministry of Magic building buried deep underground in London.

It's just a pity. The other party seems to know that the Ministry of Magic has entered a state of martial law for 24 hours. It is really not easy to get in.

And about ten minutes of work, at the entrance to the black market, which is also underground in London, but has long been different from the past, the man's slightly depressed figure suddenly appeared among the sparse crowd.

I have to say that the first confrontation between Maca and Helbo here almost turned this underground town that has lasted for hundreds of years into a dead city.

However, even if many people have already abandoned the dark and turned to the light under a series of arrangements of the Ministry of Magic and moved to a new settlement to relocate, there are still wizards who are unwilling to leave and return afterwards.

For example, the Dark Spirit Pavilion, a fairy organization that has established a foothold in the black market since a long time ago.

Remember that after the entrance of the underground black market was destroyed by Haierbo, the main force that transferred the people trapped in the black market urgently from the black market were these fairies in the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

After the disaster was over, the elves of the Dark Spirit Pavilion simply opened a new entrance for those who needed to enter and exit.

Of course, since this channel is opened by a fairy known as a "scrooge", it goes without saying that it will naturally be charged.

Fortunately, those fairies seem to consider that the flow of people entering and leaving the black market has been reduced a lot. In order to earn more popularity, the fees they set are not high.

"Three Westcos, one certificate, only one entry and one exit; one Galleon and one weekly card, unlimited times within seven days!"

Even if the elves of the Dark Spirit Pavilion have been rich in their savings over the years, these little guys are still very picky, and even the ticket money likes to add a little marketing brain to it.

But to be honest, this little trick really works.

Be aware that one Jin Jialong is equal to seventeen silver Sicos. On the surface, buying a weekly pass seems to have a lot of discount. After all, if you buy a one-time certificate every day, you may need 21 Secos in a week.

So, the words "unlimited" are really attractive.

But many people who buy weekly cards forget that they often don't come to the black market every day, and even two or three times a week are too many.

For those who want to use the weekly card and want to use a sufficient amount of money, those elves in the Dark Spirit Pavilion will naturally be happier, because of course it will bring a lot to their other businesses. Great promotion.

So it must be said that these goblins are really geniuses in business.

By the way, this man in felt hat mixed in the entrance team is one of the "poor people" who were fooled by the tricks of the fairies to buy the Zhou card.

"Oh, welcome to the black market, my wizard friend...Thank you, please take your weekly card, and there is a full three-day expiration date, please note that the repurchase period!"

Standing at the exit of the black market, the fairy who gave the entry certificate and stamp took the card and checked it, and quickly handed it back to the man. And as he passed forward, the goblin shouted loudly with his sharp voice:

"Those who repurchase with an expired weekly pass will all get a discount of one discount!"

In the team, there are some wizards who are more wise in spending, and they can't help but twitch their mouths-these **** fairies are really good at making money!

But even if they know it in their minds, they won't be full to remind others.

Not to mention there is a proverb that says that "interfering with a person's transaction is the same as a man's brother"-here is the black market, who would care about others being deceived?

The man listened to the scream of "Welcome to the black market" coming from behind again, and did not stop at the Dark Spirit Pavilion. When I got out of the hall and came to the street outside, I went straight to the laneway on a certain street.

In fact, it is obvious from this time that the underground Heishui has indeed bid farewell to the past prosperity. Not only are there fewer pedestrians on the street, but even many shops on the street have not been reopened after they were closed.

However, perhaps because the underground black market today is no longer as secretive as it was in previous years, there are many more ordinary wizards in the sporadic passers-by walking on the streets.

Remember that in the past, those who would come to the black market were basically guys who concealed their heads and exposed their heads, and many of them had done ugly jobs.

Perhaps after many years, this place will be completely connected with the magic world on the bright side, so that the black market will no longer be a gray area that can only flourish in the shadows.

Unfortunately, I don't know how long it will take before things happen.

It didn't take long for the man with a felt hat to walk along a certain alley well to the deepest part of the alley. And when he pulled out his wand and tapped a few times on a certain brick wall at the bottom of the alley, he saw that the brick wall suddenly sank, revealing a thick wooden door.

You can see that there are still a few crooked words written on the old wooden door-"Sleep Dragon Bar".

When the man saw this, he stretched out his hand and opened the wooden door. And as soon as he stepped into the door of the bar, the overwhelming noise immediately drowned him.

This is a very popular bar in the past, especially those young people who often come here to vent their excess energy.

But now, the number of people here is much less visible, only the deafening restless dance music is still reverberating in my ears.

After the man entered, he glanced down the dance floor subconsciously.

I remember when I came here yesterday, there was only one Veeva dancer working here. It must be the bar owner who thought it was too shame to have only one Veeva, so he took the trouble to find another one.

Looking at the two veevas constantly twisting their graceful postures under the dim light, the man couldn't help taking off the felt hats on his head and flicking the hair squashed by the hats.

Until now, it was discovered that this man was actually Martin, who had been hiding in Knockout Alley before. The injury that Kingsley brought to him seemed to have fully recovered.

"A cup of priest dark beer, hurry up!"

Martin walked to the bar and roared inward with his throat. Then he saw that there was a house elf on the high stool inside, and quickly put a stick filled with black liquor into it. In front of him.

When he lifted his neck, he slammed his mouth and swallowed the cold liquor into his throat. After a while, he had already put the whole glass of beer into his empty stomach bag.

Then, accompanied by a wine hiccup, Martin sighed frequently as if he was about to vent his inner boredom.

"Boom!"

The sound of drinking glasses on the bar is almost inaudible in the noise of dance music.

"Muriel...it was Pansy Parkinson who rescued the little child witch from the Ministry of Magic dungeon, right?" He frowned and shouted angrily, "Parkinson... why not Save Muriel by the way!"

As Maca expected, Martin easily guessed what happened to the disappearance of the suspect at the Ministry of Magic, and it was obvious that he was quite angry now.

Pancey's half-successful secret rescue operation has caused the Ministry of Magic to enter a state of martial law, so that it is difficult for Martin to rescue Muriel now.

"Damn it!"

Jumping the wine glass again, Martin pushed it in and shouted with a louder voice:

"One more drink!"

To be honest~IndoMTL.com~ This noisy bar is indeed a good place to vent, even if you are yelling, it is difficult for others to hear what you are saying.

However, the underground black market is no longer what it used to be, and even this sleepy dragon bar, which was often overcrowded in the past, seems a bit deserted right now.

Therefore, although no one can hear what Martin said, his large movements and angry expression can be seen in the eyes of some customers looking here.

Among them, there happened to be a short figure in a black cloak that seemed to care about him, and he looked a few more times in a row.

Not long after, I didn't know what the other party was thinking of, and suddenly stood up and walked slowly towards the bar where Martin was.

"Um... sure enough, is this guy also one of the teacher's students?"

The short wizard walked slowly behind Martin, stared at his back for a long time, and then whispered to himself softly.

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