Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 131

c130 mysterious vera

The people in the lobby on the first floor were still waiting to watch the show, but Grete had already stepped onto the second floor leisurely.

The strange thing was that he had clearly come to the Banshee Bar following the scent of the mark in his senses, but when he went up to the second floor, he did not see the figure of Madam Vera.

The huge second floor seemed extremely empty, with only a round table and a matching backrest chair in the middle.

Apart from that, there was no other sign that someone had lived there.

Walking to the table, a folded piece of paper was placed neatly in the middle of the table.

“Madam Vera?” Grete asked tentatively, but received no reply.

Standing there and thinking for a moment, he was about to leave first and go downstairs to ask Florin what happened.

But just as he turned around, his mind was in a trance for no reason.

When he came to his senses, he was already sitting at the round table.

There was also a cup of fragrant tea in front of him.

Is Madam Vera an oriental?

Such a thought came to Grete’s mind. There was no way. He couldn’t think of anyone else who would drink tea this way except in the East.

But it was obvious that Vera didn’t intend to explain his doubts to him. After pulling him back, she ignored him.

Grete tried to stand up, but after struggling for several times, he found that his body seemed to be fixed. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t leave.

The tea in front of him exuded a faint fragrance. Grete rolled his eyes helplessly. Madam Vera was still a passionate person!

It was estimated that Madam Vera would never let him leave until he finished the tea. Grete helplessly picked up the cup and put it to his mouth.

Originally, he was determined not to drink it. When he went out, he had to be cautious in everything, especially this kind of food.

Without knowing Vera’s attitude, how could Grete sip it with confidence in this situation where the enemy and us were unclear?

However, the situation was stronger than people. Grete had tried several times and had already used all the means he could.

He also activated the magic particles, but even so, the chair under him was like a solid rock, and no matter how the wind and rain blew, it could not be shaken.

When the tea was brought to his lips, a wisp of fragrance quietly drifted to Gret’s nose, and then Gret’s eyes lit up.

The fragrance of the tea alone instantly lifted his spirits.

For a moment, Gret couldn’t help but praise the hospitable Lady Vera in his heart.

Looking at the tea soup that looked like glass and gradually turned into amber, Gret’s mouth became dry for a rare time.

He didn’t know why his body became so thirsty at this time, just like a traveler who had lost all his baggage and walked alone in the desert for a long time.

Walking alone under the endless scorching sun, struggling on the edge of life and death, he saw an oasis full of springs in the distance.

This was the feeling his body gave him.

Resisting the desire to drink like a cow, he slowly put the tea soup into his mouth and drank it all.

At this moment, the surging energy instantly burst out from his abdomen, and Grete became round like a balloon that was blown up.

There was a bang in his mind, and the whole person instantly became drowsy.

“It’s over, I’m going to be blown up.” There was only this thought left in Grete’s mind, and then the whole person became dazed.

He wanted to struggle to vent this energy, but the chair under him not only bound his body, but also bound the channel for his body’s energy to leak out.

Just when Grete felt that he was going to explode into a ball of fireworks, he heard a suppressed cry.

Then a graceful figure appeared behind him, and a pair of soft hands were placed on his head with tension.

——

When Grete woke up, the little light of the sunset outside the window had dissipated.

Only the pale street lights shone through the window, showing him the passage of time.

Grete rubbed his head in distress, feeling that he had an indissoluble bond with coma.

The panel buttons in his field of vision kept flashing on and off, attracting Gret’s attention.

At his current level, the panel rarely moves anymore, unlike when he was still weak, when one or two spell levels would break through every few days.

The current panel would not have any extra movement for at least a year or two.

But this situation also made Gret know that once the panel moves, it must be a big change in him.

Sure enough, the [Wizard] entry that appeared with the panel since the day of activation changed its expression, just like [Gift].

[Wizard: Magic Affinity] became [Wizard: Magic Control].

But at this time, Gret had no time to study how much improvement this magic control could bring him.

Because he didn’t remember until this time that before he fainted, he seemed to vaguely feel that someone came to his side.

Helped him who was about to explode to dissolve the swelling magic.

After thinking about it, he knew that it must be the owner of the Banshee Bar, the mysterious Lady Vera.

Everyone knows that Madam Vera is the owner of the Banshee Bar, but if you think about it carefully, the magic world only has her story.

No one has ever seen her true body.

There are only rumors about her appearance, strength, experience, and everything else.

However, there is no need to guess about her strength.

After all, whether it is Grete who was imprisoned in the chair or those wizards who wasted their lives in history, they can prove that Madam Vera’s strength is not a rumor.

But if her temperament, appearance, and experience are really discussed, no one can come up with evidence.

Everyone knows that Madam Vera is powerful, but no one knows who Madam Vera is.

They don’t even know if Vera is her real name.

That is, she didn’t kill people because of the name of Madam Vera, which made people determine her gender.

Feeling the magic power filling his whole body, Grete tried to fight against the power that bound him on the chair, and finally found helplessly that he still couldn’t break free.

This is when Grete confirmed that Madam Vera’s strength was definitely not something he could fight against.

For a while, Grete was a little skeptical. Does the current magic world really still have such a powerful and unmatched power?

After all, according to the results of his research with Dawn and Grindelwald, the current magic power has been weakened to a certain extent.

The ability to change the world by personal power should no longer exist.

If the whole world is constantly degrading now, it is hard to imagine how powerful Lady Vera’s ability was many years ago.

Perhaps, she alone can change the entire century.

But this is inconsistent with the current social situation.

If Lady Vera is really a banshee, then why doesn’t she save the banshee race that has long been declining.

With her ability, ruling the magic world, or even sweeping the entire world, shouldn’t it be a simple thing?

After thinking about it, Grete couldn’t figure it out.

If it were him, if he had such strength, he would have already started to prepare for the great integration of the magic world and the Muggle century.

After all, he can come and go freely in the magic world and the Muggle world with his own strength, and Lady Vera can’t do it.

But she didn’t do so, and even willingly huddled here to open such a small bar.

In addition, why did such a powerful person treat him with favor?

Not only did she prepare tea for him to improve his strength, but she also nervously helped him digest the surge in magic power.

Without the cold magic rushing into his body, Grete was sure that he would have exploded into fireworks.

After thinking for a long time, he could not get any results. Grete had to temporarily give up the exploration of Mrs. Vera. Anyway, Mrs. Vera’s attitude was here.

He was sure that Vera was a friend, not an enemy.

At this time, Grete turned his attention to the white paper on the table in front of him.

Since he was tied to the chair and tea was prepared for him, this paper must be given to him.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why he didn’t meet him and let him go.

‘I’ve been waiting for you. ‘

Grete looked at the unreasonable message on the paper and was a little confused for a while.

He was sure that before today, he had never even heard of the name of Mrs. Vera.

It was this name that he learned from Fred.

So, he was sure that today was the first time he met Mrs. Vera.

But why did she say that she had been waiting for him?

Have they met before?

Grete thought about it seriously and was sure that no one around him had such strength.

However, at this time, he felt that the force that had been restraining him and preventing him from standing up finally disappeared.

Then Grete left the empty second floor with a puzzled look.

When Grete’s puzzled figure appeared step by step in the sight of everyone on the first floor.

The atmosphere on the first floor of the bar was instantly ignited.

“Come out, give me money~”

“He went up to the second floor and he was able to leave alive?”

“You are wrong, he is not only alive, but also has no injuries on his body?”

“Why is this man? Could it be that Mrs. Vera likes this look?”

“Quick, spread the news…”

For a while, the whole first floor was full of words, and Grete looked at them in surprise.

What’s going on?

Before he could react, Florin behind the bar greeted him enthusiastically.

“Guest, this way, I’ll treat you to a drink.”

His expression was extremely eager, and he was also very curious about how the man in front of him could leave the private area of ​​the violent female devil alive.

He was even more curious about what the second floor of Madam Vera, which was never approached by anyone, looked like.

In addition, he also wanted to find out from Grete what Madam Vera looked like.

This was a mystery that was difficult to solve in Kunlun.

When Florin greeted Grete, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, tilting his ears, as if listening to some news.

In a flash, he looked at Grete who was approaching him with complicated eyes, and reluctantly began to grope inside the bar.

“Guest, your ice water.”

But this time, he did not slide the cup of ice water along the smooth table to Grete as he did before.

Instead, he ‘enthusiastically’ pulled Grete’s hand, blocked everyone’s view, and stuffed a cold object into Grete’s hand.

Grete raised his eyes silently and put the thing Florin stuffed into his sleeve.

Leaning against the bar, Grete held the water cup and scanned the people around him.

He didn’t forget the purpose of coming here today, to find out what the fake Dawn was.

He just looked around, but he didn’t find anyone with the unique sense of upwardness of the Dawn members.

“Bartender, I want to ask you a piece of information.”

Grete waved to Florin, and when he came over, he whispered.

For some reason, after taking the thing from Florin, Grete noticed that Florin’s eyes looked more and more resentful.

“Guest, just say it, we also buy and sell intelligence here.”

Trying to ignore his eyes, Grete calmly used the water stains to draw the word Dawn on the table.

“Sorry, guest, we don’t sell this information here.” Florin said quickly.

But then he changed his words urgently as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis.

“We sell it here at a high price…”

Looking at his pinching posture, Grete felt that if he was faster, he would suffocate himself to death.

“Money is not a problem, just tell me how much it is.”

Grete raised his eyebrows indifferently.

The money in the Moldava headquarters is almost too much to save, and the treasury that stores gold galleons has to be expanded every month.

“One galleon!” Florin’s face was already aggrieved, and his eyes were full of “why”.

Grete was a little surprised, but then he thought of something, and took out a galleon from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

“The information the guests need will be given to you when you leave the store. Don’t worry, no one can touch the guests of the Banshee Bar in the black market street.”

Grete nodded, put down the water cup in his hand, and walked straight out of the bar.

As for those eyes staring at him, to be honest, Grete didn’t feel any threat.

Even without Madam Vera’s protection, he could kill seven in and seven out at will.

You know, before he improved his strength because of that cup of tea, he could fight back and forth with Dumbledore.

Are there many people in the magic world who can face Dumbledore head-on?

Even though he is old now, there are only two Dark Lords who can touch his beard.

Others are just chickens and dogs when they fight Dumbledore one-on-one.

It is even more so for Gretel. Even if they fight together, Gretel will only give them a rubbish evaluation.

The moment he left the bar, Gretel’s pocket sank and a bottle of wine fell into his pocket.

There was a note on the bottle, “The Banshee Bar, Intelligence Specialty”.

Behind him, the sound of rustling followed him out.