Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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 for 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 piece of land, it is difficult to describe in history books.

And just 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 be honest, Maca would like to know what those mixed 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...

"It tastes good."

Maca put down his fork and wiped his mouth, and picked up the butter beer to rinse himself.

It can be felt that the strong saltiness in the 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, that was the original taste of potatoes, and it had nothing to do with Aberforth's craftsmanship.

When Aberforth put away the dinner plate and took it to the sink, Maca turned around on the tall stool with a cup, leaning back against the bar and looking at the scene in the bar.

Even though 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 increase.

The customers who come here on weekdays are still the same as before.

Some people drink alone, and some only whisper to acquaintances they met... The alchemy contest is over, and the noise of outsiders will soon disappear here, and the gray tones once again occupy this little dirty patch Treasure land.

Maca enjoys this feeling, especially during the recent period, he needs a place where he can truly relax without any worries.

"Go and see Delphi another day..."

He was still more concerned about Voldemort's daughter.

In fact, he now understands Dumbledore's feelings a little bit now. Dumbledore has been fucking for half of his life for the black boy who was 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 by him.

After setting up the schedule for the next time he wanted 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 little "bored and 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 gave him another bottle of Butterbeer.

To be honest, Maca is happy that Aberforth has not pursued 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 himself.Then, what should be done, he will still complete step by step in silence.

By now, those disturbances were already entangled with everything around him.

If he is to be compared to a tree that grows sturdily, the soil he roots is Hogwarts. The more dense the branches and leaves on the ground, the more densely rooted the roots under the ground.

It was 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, why? You start to feel life at such a young age?"

Just as Maca laughed at herself secretly, not forgetting some magic theory conjectures when she was blindly grinning, suddenly a witch covered in black gauze 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..."

Hearing the sweet and greasy voice, Maca 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, what kind of'experienced' big sister came to me? With this spare time, you can find a wife before you play this set, okay?"

Speaking of the most inconspicuous 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 the year round, tossing all kinds of inconspicuous transactions, and is also a fairly solid "basic skills" news dealer.

"Huh?" The black silk witch 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, from head to toe there is no magic at all.Even his female voice was practiced by his own voice, and Maca did not sense any related magical fluctuations.

But just as 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 in front of Maca, if you don't have the ability to even manage to change the magical fluctuations, it is totally meaningless.

It's just that this can be regarded as one of his secrets, and Mondungus has nothing to say.

"Do you think that the witch dressed in this look will take the initiative to come and find a boy who is still under adulthood to strike up a conversation?" Maca said in an angry manner.

"Hey!" Mondonguez said with a smile when he heard it, "The surface is deserted and the heart is hot. Isn't this the most beautiful gap? Um...seriously, do you have that little heartbeat? Just that. Tiny..."

"No." Maca replied decisively, and then turned, "Since you are here, tell me about the recent movement in the British magical world! It will save Lupin from sending you there. Pick and choose from the news-that's really bothersome!"

Hearing 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 during the slightly gloomy period in the past, his decision made the Order of the Phoenix almost no downsizing, and even the highly effective 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 life without a trace.

"Recently... Of course it is nothing to say about major events, thanks to your credit..." Montongues first complimented him habitually, and then said, "If you have to say something worth mentioning, it should be It’s the south side—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. The things brought should come from the French magic world across the strait..."

Maca then nodded.

"Did you dump goods underground?"

What he was talking about was naturally a black market located in the underground of London. Almost every day, a group of foreign wizards came over with private goods, which could be regarded as contributing to the circulation of materials in the British magic world.

And Mondungus also understood that when Maca said so, he was actually asking him: Isn't this normal?What's wrong in it?

Mondungus realized this, and then moved closer.

"There is dumping, 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 each time there were a few more in the team. personal."

At this point, he paused and said, "I think they should have gone to the Dark Spirit Pavilion to find someone!"

The Dark Ling Pavilion is not cheap for groups and individuals that accept employment. However, correspondingly, with the Dark Ling Pavilion as an intermediary, the employment agreement and service standards will be much more reliable.

At the beginning, even Voldemort had “borrowed” people when he was lacking combat power under his hands. 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 to me?"

"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 school, didn't you? That group of people dressed up, and Lu The file records on Ping's side are very similar-they are all black robes, and the styles seem to be similar.

"That bald head?"

Maca frowned—he didn't expect that the minor incident at the time might actually lead to some follow-up.

"Is there any more information? It's okay if it's not very accurate," he asked. "For example, what are their movements and general rules in the British magic world?"

"That's not true," Mondungus replied without thinking about it this time. "That group is very difficult to follow... Some of my old friends just saw that they were not right, and wanted to follow up to get some information and then change hands. , But they were all chased and lost in the same lane in the end."

When Maca heard this, she couldn't help but think about it, and after a short 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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