Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 812: Order and chaos

If you look at it from the surface, the black market under the Thames is by no means a good place. As for the people who mingled in it, most of them were wizards who wandered on the edge of the "Secrecy Act."

However, there will never be a black and white place in this world, so we might call them "gray wizards".

Maca doesn't know what other people think, but at least that's what he thinks.

After all, even he himself sells some non-sale potions on the black market, doesn't he?

Therefore, perhaps a long time ago, the underground space of the black market belonged to Helbo. But now, if Helbo still regards it as his private domain, Maca will be the first to disagree!

"McLean, are you sure about these houses...oh, I mean, can these elves do what you say?"

Even the knowledgeable old wizard Akinbad was shocked when he saw such a large group of unique elves.

For so many years, how can there be wild elves in the magic world? At least Akinbad, a man who has worked in the International Wizarding Federation for half his life, has never even heard of it.

"Oh, of course!" Maca nodded, "I have reached an agreement with them. Trust me, their performance will surprise you."

It's getting into the night right now, and Helbo doesn't know what he will tinker with in that piece of space underneath.

In addition, Maca didn't know that the Werther family actually didn't have the volume of "Abatel", so he had to hurry up.

"In short, while I was trying to enter the black market with the elves, the patrols on the ground have to ask you all... Mr. Scrimgeour, I have reminded them to assemble and stand by in the Auror office first. Go back and give orders!"

Like Helbo, a wizard who has experienced the age of magical warfare, Maca is not sure what the other party will do.

If Helbo gets into the Muggle world with a brain twitch, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Well, think about it carefully, this possibility is really not small!

After explaining a simple plan, Maca turned around again and beckoned to the old Luck in the pile of elves.

"I have a space here. Since the magic of our wizard was targeted by the other party, I have to rely on you to help me through."

"'Location in space'?" Old Luck scratched his big ears and looked a little confused, "What is that?"

"Um..."

Maca shook his head, and found that words like this, for a while, I really couldn't figure out how to explain it to the elf. After all, such words exist in ancient languages, but the elves never use them.

After a moment of stunned, he simply took out a door key and let Old Luck hold it with him.

"Can you feel it? It's that place..."

He tried to activate the magic in the door key. Although he couldn't make it through, he could also help Old Ruck to sense the spatial coordinates in the black market.

"I want to go there, but I don't go there myself--but I think you elves should be okay."

As for the elves, this ethnic group was already under the control of wizards as early as the era when Helbo was born. In fact, the way the wizarding community viewed elves at that time was no better than modern wizards.

When wars frequently arise, those elves who are quite good at talented magic and whose values ​​are always not right in their minds at that time naturally become the best "allies" of wizards.

So, Maca is somewhat certain—Halper's contempt for the elf is probably a little bit stronger than Voldemort.

After Maca guided Lak to perceive the specific location, Lak nodded his head immediately.

"Where are you going to the ground?" He said clearly, "No problem."

But Maca waved his hand immediately.

"It's not'me', but'we'," Maca said to the little elves behind Old Luck. "You pick your tribe and join me to complete what your Lord Ferry gave us. Mission-this time we are likely to enter the battle."

Said it was a battle, but in fact, it is impossible for the elf to fight Shanghai Erbo. To put it bluntly, what Maca wants is only the kind of "cannon-like" group attack that the elves used to block the fire dragon group back then.

If there is a close battle with the Werther family, the elf can hardly cope with it.

"Oh! Are there any enemies of Lord Ferre? The elves are always ready!"

When I heard the name "Your Excellency Ferrie", Old Ruck seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood. This kind of ancestor worship thought was as if it were deeply planted in their blood.

After shouting a slogan that resembled a sworn oath, Old Rack immediately turned his head and went to select and organize his "Lord Ferre Pioneer Corps".

When Maca turned around again and faced Akinbard and the others again, he was not surprised to see the faces filled with blankness.

"They have been isolated from the world for too long, so they still use an ancient language, and it is a variant that has been distorted for generations," he explained casually, "In fact, I don't understand all of them."

I just hurriedly answered the doubts in everyone's hearts, and Maca no longer talked about anything, but directly indicated that everyone can take action.

"I just hope things haven't gotten too bad..."

……

Located in the underground black market in London, it is still so groggy. It's just that compared to the busy and orderly scenes in the past, there is obviously a lot more chaos tonight.

Many people already know that the exits of the black market have been destroyed.

Shops and stalls on several streets have begun to close, and most wizards who seek life here have also begun to find ways to find a way out.

If you look closely, you can find that the people who are frequently walking in the streets at this time are almost all scattered people who act alone in the black market on weekdays.

Actually, after so many years of evolution, the black market tends to be more organized than people think.

Take one of the biggest examples as an example-such as the Dark Spirit Pavilion. After discovering that wizards were unable to leave the black market for the first time, the goblins with their heads full of ways to make money immediately emptied the hall. The largest publicity board.

Soon, the wizards who ran around like flies without their heads heard that the Dark Spirit Pavilion was providing temporary "give-off service", and the price was surprisingly fair.

Yes, the wizard can't get out, but the magic talents of the fairies are not affected at all. Although they don't have the elves' ability to send a bunch of people out at once, the "one-to-one service" obviously makes the wizards feel the sincerity of the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

When doing business, you pay attention to reputation. Those fairies obviously want to take advantage of this opportunity to earn a good reputation.

Of course, there are those who are well-informed and knew very early that they could not leave the black market, and naturally there will be no abnormalities at all.

Speaking of, the black market is really not a small place, so it has spawned a group of guys who choose to live here for one reason or another.

Some are to avoid being wanted, and some are merchants who have fixed supply channels-like the old couple of Maca's classmates, they belong to the latter.

At this time, Maca and Old Ruck appeared in the potions shop of his old classmate in a space distortion.

"Luck, you wait here first, I'll go out to investigate the situation. If someone comes in here, you don't have to be polite, just stun the other person."

As he spoke, he looked around.

When I was taking Christine and Charles away, due to time constraints, there was almost no cleaning up here. But before going out, Christine locked the store door somehow.

Maca looked around and found that there was no sign of being entered.

But when he separated from Old Luck and came to the street outside, he was immediately surprised by what he saw.

"This is...what's the situation?"

It has been a long time since the black market was isolated from the outside world, but most of the shops on this street are still open.

Even the pedestrians on the street are just a bit less than in the past~IndoMTL.com~ Although it is not close to the main road with the most traffic, it is still unmoved like this. Maca couldn't help but wonder.

"The news is stagnant? It doesn't make sense..."

The state of the black market seems to be quite different from what Maca had previously thought.

Without thinking any more, he walked along the street again. It wasn't until he met two groups of wizards in uniform on the way that he had some guesses.

It seems that there is a force to maintain order in the black market in an organized manner-Maca is not here too many times, and many things are left to others to deal with, so that he subconsciously ignores it. The existence of "managers" in this black market.

"Recently, I have lived so comfortably, I have forgotten the previous days."

He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, then laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"It's just that, this may not be good news for me..."

For the time being, letting go of his doubts, Maca went through several streets in succession, and finally came to the middle avenue.

The situation here is obviously going to be more chaotic. A large number of witches and wizards are gathered here, and Maca can't help but feel the sense of surprise that "there are so many people in the black market" in Maca's heart.

When there are many times more people in chaos than people maintaining order, the effect of the latter is quite limited.

"Well...in any case, let's go back to the Witt family mansion and take a look!"

Observing the status in the black market first can provide more convenience for follow-up actions, and after getting a general understanding, he will do what he should do.

Along the way, Maca passed low above the main street in an invisible state, but finally felt a panic from the heart.

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