Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 130

c129 Meet Florin again

For the magic world, the Ministry of Magic represents the positive and orderly world.

But there are always some people who can only live in the dark side.

So there are places like the dark world and the black market.

The Banshee Bar is such a place. All the guys who are wanted by the Ministry of Magic or hunted by others finally gather here.

The land of America is barbaric. The first batch of people who arrived here saved their first pot of gold by blood debt in the initial capital accumulation.

The history of the Banshee Bar can be traced back to the days of the great development of gold in America.

But at that time, the Banshee Bar was not called this name, and the Banshee Bar at that time was not a gathering place for the dark world.

Or at that time, the whole America was a dark mass, and the Banshee Bar would naturally not be illegal.

However, later the order in America gradually stabilized, and the positioning of the Banshee Bar also changed accordingly.

Now, just like the black market in England, it can only live in the shadows.

One thing that is different from Europe is that America has its own national conditions. The Banshee Bar is not a completely illegal organization. As long as they do not leave their own small piece of land, basically no one will come to them to cause trouble.

This also makes the black market business in America develop in full swing.

Rather than saying that the Banshee Bar is located in the center of the black market street, it is better to say that the entire black market street is developed around the Banshee Bar.

No matter how eagerly the black market in America develops to this day, each state has its own magic black market.

The Banshee Bar Black Market Street has firmly established its top spot with its long history.

Speaking of the Banshee Bar, its previous name is difficult to study, and that batch of old guys also went to the kingdom of death early.

Its current name has been studied by some people. It was changed when the Muggle government of America built the capital.

It is said that it was renamed the Banshee Bar because the proprietress of the bar is a powerful banshee.

It has its current status, firstly because of its long history, and secondly because of the current bar owner, the mysterious Banshee.

If there is no such a powerful existence protecting this place, Grete really does not believe that such a domineering country as America will allow a group of guys who dig for food in the gutter to live here safely.

The way to enter Black Market Street is simple but effective. A rusty big lock is locked on a dilapidated building overgrown with weeds.

This kind of shabby place is not rare in this part of America.

Coupled with the Muggle Expulsion Spell, it is very good to prevent Muggles from entering by mistake.

The way wizards enter is to open the Alaho hole. The spell unlocks the big lock, and the dilapidated building will crack on the spot, revealing the Banshee Bar Black Market Street hidden behind it.

Grete drove in, and it was not conspicuous at all.

Because compared with the conservative old England, the people here are more open-minded.

Muggle cars are no longer a rare object.

Cars modified by magic can be seen parked on the roadside everywhere on the street.

An off-road vehicle with its hood open is trying to swallow the wheels of the family sedan in front of it.

On the other side, two grumpy magic-created cars are staring at each other fiercely, and the roar of the engine echoes in this street.

Several drunk wizards on the roadside, holding bottles of wine that they are unwilling to let go, laughed and urged the two cars to crash into each other.

“Well, it’s really ‘free’.” Gret drove slowly and sighed.

“Hey, that guy over there, fresh fish, do you want to store your car? One Galleon per hour, I guarantee it’s worth it.”

Gret looked over and saw a man leaning under a capital P parking sign, waving at him.

On the big parking sign, in addition to the parking sign, a dynamic picture of reversing into the garage was drawn with magic.

Grete stepped on the brake and thought for a while. After all, this car was Ganel’s private property, so he had to protect it for him.

Anyway, he was going to inquire about the news here, so it was really unnecessary to drive.

With this thought, Grete drove the car to the stop sign.

“A sensible newcomer, rest assured, Old Jim will definitely take good care of your car, come with me.”

After saying that, he turned around and pulled open the shutter door behind him, and the traceless extension spell expanded a huge parking lot in a small store.

And now there are quite a few cars parked in.

There is also a small pavilion next to the parking lot, and a white-haired, skinny black old man is leaning against the wall and taking a nap.

“Hey, Old Jim, I’m here to bring you business.”

His voice was loud, but Old Jim was already very old. After several times, he woke up, touched a pair of glasses, and slowly put them on.

But he didn’t look at the parking boy who was close at hand, but instead passed him and cast his eyes on Grete.

“Guest, one gold galleon per hour, less than an hour will be counted as one hour.”

Grete had no point. First, he was new here and didn’t know the rules here. Second, he didn’t need money.

Seeing that Grete didn’t refuse, the old man’s eyes lit up, and he wrote out a bill and threw it to Grete.

“Park and pick up the car. We only look at the bill, not the person.”

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“Interesting.”

The rolling shutter closed again, and the parking boy leaned back against the huge parking sign again. Grete folded the parking ticket and put it in his pocket.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a high level of puppet technology in America.

If he had not seen the magic line connecting the parking boy and Old Jim, he would not have realized that the parking boy was actually a magic puppet made of a corpse.

However, Grete did not come here to hang out. He came here to deal with important things.

Before leaving the Fairy International Bank, Fred told him a piece of news.

Recently, people from the “Dawn” have often appeared in the Black Market Street of the Banshee Bar, and they are recruiting people openly.

There is just one strange thing, that is, although they all claim to be “Dawn”, they are somewhat hostile to each other and often fight over recruiting.

Everyone says that they are the real Dawn.

Grete came here for this matter.

He doesn’t know anything else, but he knows everything about Dawn.

America has not been in Dawn’s development plan in recent years.

Even now, they have no plan to establish a branch here.

All members of the American branch are fighting on their own, and many people don’t even have the task of collecting intelligence.

Therefore, after hearing the news from Fred, Gret decided to come here.

After nightfall, many wizards will come to Black Market Street to seek excitement. At that time, Dawn will advertise and recruit people in Black Market Street.

Gret looked at the time and the sky, and decided to check in at the landmark of Black Market Street, the Banshee Bar.

After all, he was marked when he crossed the street and successfully entered Black Market Street.

…

The Banshee Bar is located in the center of Black Market Street.

This is also the most prosperous area of ​​the whole street.

Unlike other places on this street, the Banshee Bar looks much cleaner.

There are not even a few fallen leaves or gravel at the door.

The old wooden tavern still has traces of being burned and chiseled.

A copper bell worn out by time hung high on the doorpost. Whenever someone entered, a crisp knocking sound was heard.

Time here seemed to have stopped in the past, but it had reached a strange harmony with the surrounding modern buildings.

Gret observed for a while and pushed the door open and walked in.

At this time, the atmosphere in the bar had not become very warm.

But many people had already sat down inside.

Before Gret could observe carefully, he saw a familiar figure at the bar.

Florin.

The owner of Florin’s Cold Drink Shop, the most mysterious in Diagon Alley.

A few days after the news of Voldemort’s resurrection spread, Florin’s Cold Drink Shop, not far from the communication store, closed in a hurry, and there was no sign of reopening.

Gret knew that he was from Kunlun, but he didn’t expect to meet him in America now.

And he became a bartender. Tsk tsk tsk, the shop owner Florin became the bartender Florin.

Grete dared to bet that Florin must have appeared here under Kunlun’s orders, but he didn’t know what the mysterious Kunlun wanted to do by sending Florin here.

Is there any connection between him and those recruiting “Dawn”? Or is there any shadow of Kunlun behind this matter?

Grete could recognize him because Grete had planted a beacon on him early on. He originally planned to find time to explore the existence of Kunlun from Florin.

Grete knew that Florin would move away, but he didn’t expect it to be so fast.

Before he finished the things at hand, the news of the closure of the cold drink shop came from Diagon Alley.

Florin appeared here with his identity hidden, and so did Grete, but it was obvious that Florin did not recognize Grete.

“Guest, come and see what you want to drink. We have drinks from all over the world, including those from the mysterious East. As long as you want to drink, we have everything here.”

Florin skillfully wiped the glass in his hand and greeted Grete with a smile on his face.

Grete was stunned. To be honest, after being neighbors with Florin’s ice cream shop for a long time, this was the first time he saw Florin showing such a warm smile to an adult.

In the past, only children who came to the shop to consume could receive Florin’s warm reception.

When adults came to the ice cream shop, they were greeted by hired staff.

“Just a glass of ice water.” Grete sat down at the bar and crossed his hands on the counter.

“Sincerely, two silver Sickles.”

It seems that there are indeed many weirdos in the bar. When Florin heard that Grete only wanted ice water, he didn’t even fluctuate his emotions and quickly handed Grete’s ice water out.

Grete stopped talking, was silent for a while, and put it back.

Should we say that the water glasses in this bar are soaked in alcohol? A glass of ice water can smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

Of course, Grete is not afraid that the residual alcohol will make him drunk, he just simply doesn’t like the taste of alcohol.

Besides, at his level, he can quickly evaporate a little alcohol through his pores.

Grete patted his dizzy forehead and rubbed his gradually reddening cheeks, “Excuse me, is the owner, Madam Vera, in the bar? I want to visit her.”

Florin took a look at him. He had a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a beard, a gray leather jacket, spiked boots and jeans.

I haven’t seen him before. He seems to be a newcomer.

However, are the newcomers so brave now?

When did such people dare to disturb Madam Vera?

Before he came to the bar, he didn’t even ask why this black market street was called the Banshee Bar Black Market Street?

But he didn’t have any obligation to advise. He just pointed to a narrow wooden ladder next to the bar and said in a muffled voice.

“Madam Vera is upstairs. Feel free to go up if you want.”

Grete shrugged and stepped up indifferently.

However, seeing Grete stepping on the wooden ladder, the whispered conversation in the whole bar disappeared instantly.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, watching the newcomer looking for death.

The Banshee has the most charming appearance in the world. Since the day Vera took over the tavern, this bar has been full of people looking for opportunities to chat up every day.

Many people wanted to have a profound exchange with the witch that would last a lifetime.

That was the case at the time. Madam Vera had been living alone on the second floor of the bar.

Anyone could go up the wooden ladder, but not everyone could bear the consequences.

In those years, people who went upstairs had their limbs broken at best, and died on the spot at worst. No one had ever really walked up to the second floor.

With so many deaths, no one was willing to try again.

No matter how beautiful a beauty is, it is not as good as one’s own life.

The newcomer, Gret, naturally didn’t know the news.

But the other people in the bar, who started drinking at this time, were all old customers of the bar.

When they saw Gret really stepped up, they exchanged glances and completed a bet.

They didn’t bet on whether Gret could walk up, because that was impossible. No one had succeeded in all these years.

The last person who stepped on the stairs was 20 years ago, and the consequence for that person was “destroyed”.

So they bet on whether Gret could save his life.

One step~

Two steps~

Three steps~

When Grete’s figure completely disappeared from everyone’s sight, everyone took a breath of cold air.

In a flash, he took out his mobile phone, contacted his friends, and went to the Banshee Bar to watch the fun.

Others were just a little shocked, but Florin was a little dazed.

Others didn’t know, but he really knew.

Even with Kunlun’s back, he came in as a bartender and experienced a lot of difficulties.

To be honest, if someone else came, he would probably be killed by Madam Vera.

That extremely beautiful and powerful banshee really hated others intruding into her private area.

You know, he just accidentally fell on the stairs at that time.

From the stairs to the second floor where no one had been, all were counted by Vera in her private area.

ps: On the fifth day of Yang, new symptoms were added, loss of smell, 6