Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

? 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 the bar owner Tom doesn’t think this duty is so great, he probably won’t reduce the bar’s business hours.

After all, it is precisely because many people will pass by him for lodging, 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.

Right now, Pansy, who had just got off the bus, and Eluli, who was mixed with the fairy, 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 frowned involuntarily, making people look unhappy.

"Boom!"

"Carl, are there any remaining rooms upstairs?"

Pansy stretched out his hand and knocked on the table top of the bar, waking up the middle-aged wizard who was sitting there dozing off. The old Tom, the owner of the Vixen Bar, was generally responsible for hospitality during the day, but in the middle of the night. 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 was somewhat absent-minded.

"Well?"

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? Are you planning to stay here for a few days?"

"One night will do," Pansy didn't talk nonsense, and directly paid for the cost of accommodation, "I'm going out soon, so you can 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 one on the right hand up the stairs...Ah no, it seems to be the second? Anyway, you will know if you try it yourself!" He drooped his eyelids and said, suddenly adding as if he was thinking of something. By the way, there is still some bean soup cooked by old Tom in the kitchen. I will send you two to warm up your body..."

Before he could finish his words, Carl's heavy eyelids could no longer hold back, and he fell asleep again.

"You go up first!"

When Pansy saw this, he curled his lips slightly unhappily before handing 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... the thing about buying 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 cautiously:

"And...Miss Parkinson, although you have cleaned up the blood stains on your clothes, you can still smell a little blood if you smell it carefully. I think it would be unsafe to move in Knockdown Alley at night. ."

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

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

"Look... Few people can't get through 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.

Therefore, although most wizards think that fairies are inferior creatures, they do not 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 that if Eluli could be more proud when she said these words-looking at her lack of self-confidence, people will always feel that she might as well inherit the character of a fairy. .

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

However, if Eluli could say that, she undoubtedly wanted to gain a chance 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, "Well...then hold my wand first! Although it may be a little unsuitable, it's better than nothing...I'll go to the room and wait for you. "

Seeing Iluli hurriedly walk towards the back door with small steps until she was no longer visible, Pansy finally let out a long sigh as if she had been holding back for a long time.

To be honest, she was really not used to the seemingly mild 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!"

Suddenly, 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 that Pansy intends to drink a drink with the wounds at the Broken Cauldron Bar, so as to clean up the slightly depressed 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 slightly 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 flames licking the bottom of the flask, and didn't show much care 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 the other 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 the resistance of the basilisk will be caught.

Of course, to re-purify 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.

Right now, Draco was just right outside the door, because even if the opponent knocked on the door as soon as he came, Maca didn't have the time to open the door and let him in.

However, at this time, Mr. Malfoy outside the door was almost impatient.

"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... Must I knock on the door?"

Yes, because of that somewhat inexplicable self-esteem, he has to do some inconspicuous struggles even in such trivial matters as knocking or not.

But then again, it is precisely because he hasn't been able to be the same as Maca in major events, so he can only seek some satisfaction in such details.

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

"Mr. Malfoy, please come in!"

Regarding Draco's careful thoughts, Maca still understood a little bit, and he didn't think it was bad.

In fact, apart from the other party's biased values, Draco still admired 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.

"McLean," Draco entered the room expressionlessly, speaking as equal as possible, "Parkinson has escaped with the wizard named Martin. In addition, I saw her in my father During the action, he helped a small'companion' of each other. It must be said that 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 test results."

"Oh, isn't it?" Maca nodded when he heard the words, "Thanks to you, it seems that the plan is progressing smoothly... Well, Miss Parkinson, she is also doing well!"

"She?" Draco snorted softly. "My father and I joined forces to deal with that Martin. It was to give her a chance to intervene, but she chose an insignificant person to help! Can it 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 would be too abrupt... Don't worry, it's good to go step by step. Believe You can understand, after all, it is the'despicable Helbo' who is standing behind the other party. It is better to be more cautious."

With that said, he didn't care about Draco's awkward look, and raised his hand with a light wave.

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

"Say a good payment, you can choose 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.