Chapter 1129 Entering the Depressed Black Market

When Maca was being interviewed by reporters in the minister's office on the top floor of the Ministry of Magic, a slightly hunched figure suddenly appeared near the entrance of the Ministry of Magic's guests.

Yep, that old phone box in front of a disused car park in London.

To be honest, this place is indeed a relatively remote corner in the city of London, but it is not so that no one has ever passed by. But even so, the seemingly eye-catching phone booth seemed to not exist, and few people would turn their heads to take a look when they passed by.

Apparently, it was enchanted, and Muggles couldn't see it.

But just today, a man who was also dressed as a Muggle stopped in front of the phone booth, and he seemed to be hesitant when he stopped and glanced at him.

"Tsk."

After a while, the man in the overcoat and the felt hat clicked his tongue lightly, as if he was pacing in front of the telephone booth very unhappy. Immediately afterwards, he pressed down on the brim of his hat again, lowered his head slightly, passed the phone booth, and walked slowly towards 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 without anyone nearby.

This person's intentions were obviously obvious, he came here for the telephone booth, and he was going to, of course, the Ministry of Magic building buried deep underground in London.

It's just a pity that the other party seems to be very aware that the Ministry of Magic has entered a 24-hour state of martial law, and it is really not easy to get in.

And in about ten minutes, at the entrance of the black market, which is also located in London's underground, but has long been different from the past, the slightly desolate figure of the man suddenly appeared in the sparse crowd.

It has to be said that the confrontation between Maca and Haierbo here almost turned this underground town that had lasted for hundreds of years into a dead city.

However, even though many people have turned their backs on the dark under a series of arrangements by the Ministry of Magic, and went to new settlements to resettle, there are still wizards who do not want to leave and return afterwards.

For example, the goblin organization Dark Souls Pavilion has gained a firm foothold in the black market since a long, long time ago.

I remember that after the entrance of the underground black market was destroyed by Haierbo, the goblins in the Dark Spirit Pavilion were the main force to transfer the people who were trapped in the black market and urgently needed to escape from the black market.

And after that disaster,

The goblins of the Dark Spirit Pavilion simply opened a new entrance for those who need to enter and exit.

Of course, since this channel was opened by a goblin known as a "miser", needless to say, there is a fee.

But fortunately, those goblins seem to have taken into account that the flow of people entering and leaving the black market has decreased a lot. In order to earn more popularity, the fees they set are not too high.

"Three Sickles and one certificate, only for one entry and one exit; one Galleon, one weekly card, unlimited times within seven days!"

Even though the goblins of the Dark Spirit Pavilion have already accumulated a lot of money over the years, these little guys are still very picky, and even like to add some marketing savvy to the ticket price.

But really, this little trick really works.

You know, one Galleon is equal to seventeen Sickles of silver. On the surface, buying a weekly card seems to have a lot of discounts. After all, if you buy a one-time certificate every day, you may need twenty-one Sickles for a week.

Therefore, the words "unlimited times" are indeed very attractive.

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

And for those who bought a weekly card and wanted to use it hard and spend enough money, those fairies in the Dark Spirit Pavilion will naturally be happier, because it will naturally bring a great boost to their other businesses effect.

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

By the way, this man in a felt hat who was in the queue at the passage entrance was one of those "poor people" who were fooled into buying a weekly card by the goblin tricks.

"Oh, welcome to the black market, my wizard friend... Thank you, please take your weekly card, there are still three full days of use, please pay attention to repurchase!"

The goblin who was standing by the exit of the passage on the black market side and stamped the entry certificate took the card, checked it, and quickly handed it back to the man. And as he passed, the goblin cried out in his shrill voice:

"Those who repurchase with an expired weekly card will all have a discount of 1 Sike!"

In the team, some wizards who spent more wisely couldn't help but twitched their mouths when they heard this—these damned fairies are really good at making money!

But even if they know it well, they won't be full enough to remind others.

Not to mention that there is a proverb that says "Hindering one's business is equivalent to killing one's brother"-this is a black market, who would have the leisure to let others be deceived?

The man heard the scream of "Welcome to the black market" coming from behind him again, so he didn't stop at the Dark Spirit Pavilion. After leaving the hall and coming to the street outside, he went straight to the laneway of a certain street.

In fact, it can be clearly seen from this time that the underground black water has indeed bid farewell to the prosperity of the past. Not only are there fewer pedestrians on the street, but even many shops on the street have never reopened after they were closed.

However, perhaps because today's underground black market is no longer as secretive as it used to be, among the scattered passers-by walking on the streets, there are many wizards dressed in ordinary clothes.

I remember that in the past, those who came to the black market were basically guys who covered their heads and concealed their faces, and many of them had worked in shady jobs.

Maybe after many years, this place will be completely connected with the magic world on the bright side, so that the black market will no longer be a gray area that can only thrive in the shadows.

It's a pity that I don't know how long it will take for that to happen.

Not long after, the lonely man in the felt hat walked along a certain alley and walked to the deepest part of the alley familiarly. And when he took out his wand and tapped a few times on a certain section of the brick wall at the bottom of the alley, 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-"Sleeping Dragon Bar".

Seeing this, the man stretched out his hand and pulled the wooden door open. And when he stepped into the door of the bar, the overwhelming noise immediately drowned him out.

This is a bar that was quite popular in the past, especially those young people, who often came here to vent their excess energy.

But now, there are obviously a lot fewer people coming here, only the deafening restless dance music is still echoing in my ears.

After the man entered, he subconsciously glanced at the dance floor.

I remember that when I came here yesterday, there was only one veela dancer working here. Presumably the bar owner felt that it was too shabby to have only one veela, so he went out of his way to find another one.

Looking at the two Veevas writhing gracefully under the dim light, the man couldn't help but took off the felt hat on his head, and flicked his hair that was flattened by the hat.

It wasn't until now that it was discovered that this man was actually Martin who had been hiding in Knockturn Alley before—the injury Kingsley had inflicted on him seemed to have fully recovered.

"A priest's stout, hurry up!"

Martin walked to the bar, roared at the top of his voice, and immediately saw a house elf on the high stool inside, and quickly put a pricked cup filled with black liquor in front of him .

When he raised his neck, he gulped down the cold wine gulp down his throat, and within a short while had absorbed the entire glass of beer into his empty stomach.

Then, accompanied by a belch, Martin let out a sigh of relief frequently, as if he was about to let out the boredom in his heart.

"boom!"

The sound of wine glasses clinking on the bar was almost inaudible amidst the noisy dance music.

"Muriel...the one who rescued that little witch from the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic must be that Pansy Parkinson?" He frowned and growled angrily, "Parkinson...why didn't you take Mu Lil was also rescued together!"

As Maca expected, Martin had an easy guess as to what had happened to the Ministry of Magic's suspect disappearance, and it was clear that he was quite angry now.

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

"damn it!"

After slamming the wine glass again, Martin then pushed it in and roared louder than before:

"Continued Cup!"

To be honest, this extremely loud bar is indeed a good place to vent, even if you shout, it is difficult for others to hear what you are saying.

However, the current underground black market is no longer what it used to be. Even the Sleeping Dragon Bar, which was often overcrowded in the past, seems a little deserted now.

Therefore, although no one could hear what Martin said, his large movements and angry expression could be clearly seen in the eyes of some customers who looked at this side.

And among them, there happened to be a short figure in a black cloak who seemed to be very concerned about him, and looked this way several times in a row.

Not long after, I didn't know what the other party was thinking, and suddenly stood up and walked slowly towards the bar where Martin was.

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

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

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