Chapter 1106 Leaky Cauldron Night

? As an important place with the responsibility of connecting the Muggle world and the wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron Bar is open for business almost 24 hours a day.

But of course old Tom, the pub owner, would not have cut the bar's hours, even if he didn't think the job was a great one.

After all, it is precisely because many people will pass by him, staying, dining, or providing tourists with afternoon tea or something. He would not be willing to close the shop even if it was just for the sake of getting more Galleons into the account.

Right now, Pansy, who had just got off the bus, pushed open the black wooden door of the bar and walked in with the elf-hybrid Iluli.

Probably because the wound on the back shoulder would be affected from time to time, her brows were involuntarily frowned all the time, which made people look unhappy.

"Boom!"

"Carl, are there any rooms left upstairs?"

Pansy reached out and knocked on the table of the bar counter, waking up the middle-aged wizard who was dozing inside - Old Tom, the owner of the Shrew Bar, was usually in charge of serving guests during the day, but in the middle of the night, he was in charge of waiting. The night shift is usually replaced by this Karl.

However, compared to the clumsy but always enthusiastic old Tom, this guy in front of him is somewhat absent-minded.

"Well?"

I saw the middle-aged wizard opened his eyes in a daze, sat behind the bar with dull eyes and shook his head, then nodded and said:

"Oh, yes. There are five more rooms upstairs... No, no, four, I think? Ah, do you want to open one for you? How many days are you going to stay here?"

"One night is enough," Pan Xi didn't talk nonsense, and directly paid for the accommodation, "I'm going out for a while, just give me the key."

"I don't need to help you with your luggage... Oh, both of you seem to be alone, so it will save you trouble!"

Carl hummed rather vaguely, took the coins with one hand, and immediately took out a bunch of keys from the drawer under the bar with the other hand and handed them over.

"The third room on the right hand side when you go up the stairs...ah no, it seems to be the second room? Anyway, you will find out by yourself when the time comes!" He was talking with drooping eyelids, when he suddenly added as if remembering something, " By the way, there is still some bean soup cooked by old Tom in the kitchen, I will send it to you two to warm up later..."

Before he finished speaking, Karl's heavy eyelids finally couldn't open anymore,

Then fell asleep again.

"Go up first!"

Seeing this, Panxi curled her lips slightly unhappily, and then handed the key to Iluli.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

"Oh, no! How can this be?" Iluli said in a sharp voice, "You are because of me... If I hadn't dragged you down, you would definitely not have to suffer this crime! Buying...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 Yi Luli didn't dare to speak too clearly.

And after she volunteered to buy medicine for Pan Xi, she added cautiously:

"And...Miss Parkinson, although you have cleaned the blood stains off your clothes, you can still smell a bit of blood if you smell it carefully. I think it's not safe to move in Knockturn Alley at night. .”

"Then you'll be safe if you go?" Pansy couldn't help but said, "You lost your wand in the church long ago, and now you're kind of like a Squib, aren't you?"

But regarding this, Yi Luli shook her head silently, and then turned the hood back.

"You see . . . very few people have trouble with a goblin, do they?"

Like house-elves, goblins are gifted with the ability to cast powerful enough spells without relying on wands, and they have a very different temper than house-elves.

Therefore, although most wizards think that goblins are inferior creatures, they are unwilling to provoke them casually. After all, no one would want a vengeful goblin to stare at him for the rest of his life.

It's a pity, if only Iluli could be more proud when she said this sentence - looking at her lack of confidence, people will always feel that she might as well inherit the character of the goblin directly .

At the very least, the goblin's unreasonable arrogance and contempt are very similar to those pretentious purebloods among wizards.

However, for Yi Luli to say this, she undoubtedly wanted to win the opportunity to repay Pan Xi. Thinking that this might deepen the friendship between the two, Pan Xi finally agreed to her request.

"Okay!" Miss Parkinson smiled and said, "Well...then you take my wand first! Although it may be a bit inappropriate, it's better than nothing...I'll wait for you in the room first. "

Seeing Yiluli hurried towards the back door with small steps until she was out of sight, Pansy finally let out a long breath as if she had been holding it in for a long time.

To be honest, she was really not used to the seemingly gentle tone before.

Not to mention, she grew up under the standard pure blood education since she was a child. Regarding the hybrid descendants of humans and magical creatures like Iluli, although her views are not as extreme as those of her parents, she still somewhat looks down on them.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, Pansy stretched out his hand again and knocked on the bar table as loud as a drum.

"Carl, a Belgian raspberry beer with ice!"

"Huh? Oh... more ice in this weather? Miss... are you serious?"

This wet spring night in London, England, may be colder than people think.

...

Not to mention Pansy's plan to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron with his wounds in order to clear up his slightly bored heart with the cold and frothy wine. On the other side, Draco, who had completed the task, had already returned to Hogwarts, and stood in front of Maca's room with some reluctance.

In fact, he had been standing here for more than three minutes, every time he wanted to reach out and knock on the door, but at the last moment he couldn't help but put his arm down again.

In the room, Maca was watching the flame that kept licking the bottom of the flask, and didn't show much concern to Mr. Malfoy standing outside the door.

In the condenser tube connected to the flask, thick steam rolled through the thin serpentine tube, turning into drops of clear water and flowing into another closed flask next to it.

As long as it goes through a few more rounds of distillation and purification, the concentration of the ingredients in the veritaserum may be several times higher than that of the medicine refined in the crucible. I believe that even with the resistance of the basilisk, it will be tricked.

Of course, the repurification of veritaserum in this way requires very high temperature control. Even with his ability to perceive magic power, it takes full concentration to maintain the firepower under the beaker.

Right now, Draco was in a daze outside the door, because even if the other party knocked on the door, Maca didn't have the time to open the door to let him in.

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

"Parkinson's woman... Didn't she say that McLean could spot people in the corridor through the wall? Why hasn't the door been opened yet... Do I have to knock on the door?"

Yes, out of his rather inexplicable self-esteem, he had to have some inconspicuous struggles even over such trivial matters as whether to knock on the door or not.

But then again, just because he couldn't compete with Maca in major matters, he could only seek some satisfaction in such details first.

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

"Mr. Malfoy, please come in!"

For Draco's little thoughts, Maca can still understand a little bit, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

In fact, apart from the biased values ​​that the other party had cultivated in childhood, Draco still admired Draco's perseverance in sticking to his own ideas.

Today's Draco Malfoy is at least a lot stronger than his father who doesn't appear on the stage very much.

"McLean," Draco said as he walked into the room with a deadpan expression, "Parkinson has escaped with that wizard named Martin. Also, I saw her in front of me and my father." During the operation, I helped a 'companion' who was relatively short, so the two of them must still be together now..."

After explaining Pansy's situation first, he turned and said:

"As for the underground church, my father is still conducting inspections there with other people. If there is a possibility of detection, I believe my father will secretly interfere with the test results."

"Oh, really?" Maca nodded immediately when she heard the words, "Thanks to you, it seems that the plan is progressing very smoothly... Well, there is also Miss Parkinson, she is doing pretty well!"

"Her?" Draco snorted softly, "My father and I teamed up to deal with that Martin in order to create opportunities for her to intervene, but she chose an insignificant person to help! Can you say 'good'?"

"Oh, it's actually not bad," Maca waved his hand and said with a smile, "If you start directly from that Martin, it will seem too abrupt... Don't worry, it's good to just go step by step like this. Believe me You can also understand, after all, standing behind the opponent is that 'despicable Hai Erbo', it is better to be more cautious."

After all, he didn't care about Draco's awkward expression, he raised his hand and waved it lightly.

Immediately, a letter placed on the table automatically flew up, twirled in mid-air, and slid leisurely in front of the other party.

"You can pick a time to hand over the agreed reward to your father... In this way, your Malfoy family can restore good relations with the Ministry of Magic at any time."

Draco took the envelope casually, but there was a complicated expression on his face.