Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Maca was interviewing reporters in the top ministerial office of the Ministry of Magic, a slightly rickety figure suddenly appeared near the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, it is the old telephone 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 had been applied there long ago, and the Muggles were invisible.

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 opposite the parking lot on his own, and disappeared suddenly when there were no others nearby.

Naturally, this man's intentions were 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 that the other party seems to know very well that the Ministry of Magic has entered a state of martial law for 24 hours, and it is really not easy to get in.

And about more than 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.

It has to be said that the original confrontation between Maca and Helbo here almost turned this underground town that had 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.

Take, for example, the Dark Ling Pavilion, a fairy organization that has established a foothold in the black market a long time ago.

I remember that after the entrance of the underground black market was destroyed by Haier Bo, 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 goblin in the Dark Spirit Pavilion simply reopened 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," needless to say, it is naturally charged.

But 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 Cikes and one certificate are only for one entry and one exit; one Galleon and one weekly card, unlimited times within seven days!"

Even if the elves of the Dark Ling Pavilion have already 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.

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

Therefore, the words "unlimited" are really attractive.

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

And 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 great promotion to their other businesses. effect.

Therefore, it must be said that these fairies are really geniuses in business.

By the way, the man in the felt hat mixed in the channel entrance team is one of those "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 by 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 consumption, and they can't help but twitch their lips-these damn fairies are really good at making money!

But even if they know it in their hearts, they won't be able to remind others when they are full.

Not to mention that there is a proverb that "interfering with a person's transaction is equivalent to harming a person's brother"-here is the black market, who would be so careless 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 Ling 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 can be clearly seen 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 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 those scattered people walking on the streets.

I remember that in the past, the people who came to the black market were basically those 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 magical 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 to happen.

Before long, the man in felt hat walked along a certain alley to the deepest part of the alley.And when he took 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.

It can be seen that there are still a few crooked words written on the old wooden door-"Mianlong Bar".

Upon seeing this, the man immediately 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 bar that was very popular 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 still reverberates in the ears.

After the man entered, he glanced at 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 shabby to have only one Veeva, so he took the trouble to find another one.

Seeing 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 this time, it was discovered that this man was actually Martin who had been hiding in Knockout Alley before-the injuries Kingsley brought to him seemed to have fully recovered.

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

Martin walked to the bar and yelled inwardly. Then he saw a house elf on the high stool inside, and quickly put a stick filled with black liquor in front of him. .

When he raised 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 alcoholic hiccup, Martin sighed frequently as if he was about to vent his inner depression.

"boom!"

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

"Muriel...it should be Pansy Parkinson who rescued the little child witch from the Ministry of Magic dungeon?" He frowned and shouted angrily, "Parkinson... Lil was also rescued!"

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.

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

"damn it!"

After slamming the wine glass again, Martin pushed it in and shouted with a louder voice than before:

"Continued Cup!"

To be honest, this noisy bar is indeed a good place to vent, even if you yell, 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 Long Sleeping Bar, which was often overcrowded in the past, seems a little deserted now.

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

And among them, there happened to be a short figure wearing a black cloak that seemed to care about him, and he glanced at this side several times.

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.

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

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

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