Chapter 225: Sneaking Into the Wolf Den

As Lena said, in the middle of a street not far away, on the side of a shop, there is a concrete step leading to the ground.

Maca landed in the aisle between the buildings, he turned left and right quickly, and soon came to the entrance of the staircase.

Looking down the passage, you can vaguely see lights flickering non-stop. He looked up, and the sign of the speakeasy was hanging on one side of the wall.

"Bloody Mary?"

It's normal for a bar to name a cocktail after it, but if it's hiding a bunch of furry creatures, it's a bit of a no-brainer.

"It's not bad to be called 'Bloody Laney', at least it won't be as bad as it is now..."

Speaking of which, among the pair of wolf and girl sisters, the younger sister, Leni, has always talked about her name to be cute, but she doesn't know what her older sister's name is Maca!

Thinking of the last sentence left behind, Maca couldn't help but chuckled, then raised his legs and walked towards the steps leading to the ground.

Talking about killing people, of course, is just casually scaring people.

Although Maca is not afraid of werewolves at all now, it would be a bad thing if there were too many of them. His purpose for coming this time is only two points, one is to catch a werewolf to go back to work with, and the other is to find out the whereabouts of Fenrir Greyback.

Of course, as far as he is concerned, the latter is naturally more important.

The reason why the werewolf suddenly became active was nothing more than an order from Voldemort's side, which was an obvious thing. Dumbledore wanted to confirm, and by the way, solve the frequent werewolf attacks. This was Dumbledore's idea.

And Maca is just helping out, his goal has always been Voldemort, the root of evil that disturbed his life.

As for other riots, leave it to the Ministry of Magic and others in the Order of the Phoenix to deal with. They have the ability to settle events, and they also have the belief in love and peace, but Maca has never had such noble and great ideas.

As I said before, Maca has always believed that he is just an ordinary person who wants to live a peaceful life.

"...But sometimes, people can't help themselves."

Maca obviously remembered the shitty incident in "Book of Sin", and suddenly his mood couldn't get better.

Turn right at the end of the stairs and you will see the entrance to this speakeasy. Maca didn't intend to pretend to be anything, because he looked like an ordinary Muggle now.

For the sake of concealment of the werewolves, the bar did not refuse the entry of ordinary Muggles. Or put it the other way around, the reason why those werewolves have always maintained the external operation of this Muggle bar is to hide their werewolf identities.

Of course, in the past, they would occasionally pick a few among the guests as snacks, but now that the limelight is on the rise, they don't dare to do anything casually in the hiding place.

Pushing open the door of the bar, Maca didn't even hear the bell hanging on the door, and was immediately overwhelmed by a burst of powerful hard rock.

Hey! Is the sound insulation here good?

This is a lively bar full of people. A large number of London citizens have left behind the baggage of the day, frantically swinging their arms and waists on the dance floor, venting their emotions to their heart's content.

At the end of the bar, on the opposite side of the dance floor, a trendy band is playing music wildly. The hoarse and powerful voice of the lead singer is conveyed to everyone's ears without reservation through microphones and high-power speakers.

On the other side, there is the bar counter. The number of people there is slightly smaller, but there is still not much room to squeeze.

Maca swayed her body to the rhythm familiarly, and staggered towards the bar.

In this kind of place, even shouting at the top of your voice is inaudible. So either there is a waiter to receive it, or a clear price list has been posted on the bar counter.

And this bar is obviously the latter.

For ordinary customers,

Of course, I ordered according to my own preferences, but Maca didn't come here to drink and have fun today.

After walking casually, he chose a target by relying on the convenience of being able to perceive magic power.

Leaving an empty seat not far away, Maca forced out a purple pound, stuffed it into the hand of the man next to the target, and then waved him away.

Who has trouble with money?

After a moment of dissatisfaction, the man walked away cheerfully.

Maca sat on the high stool, beckoned to the bartender, and then pointed to the wine glass of the person next to him, making a "2" gesture.

Immediately afterwards, another pound was pushed out.

The target he chose was a short-haired woman with crossed legs and a lazy expression. She looks plain but doesn't wear makeup, just leaning half on the bar, staring at the wine cabinet in the bar, as if in a daze.

She saw Maca's movements and gestures, but she didn't respond to him at all.

The music in my ears was restless, and the surroundings were in chaos. For Maca, this is really not a good place to chat and test out information.

Although there were more werewolves venting to the music on the dance floor, the environment there was obviously even more unsuitable. After all, we still had to start here.

After a little thought, Maca decided to spend more effort on the target in front of him.

When the wine came, he pushed one of the glasses in front of the woman, and smiled casually at her.

The other party was also rude, her wine glass had already been emptied, and now she picked up the wine pushed by Maca and took a big sip, but then she turned her eyes elsewhere.

Well! When the wine is drunk, people are not interested-does that mean?

Maca shook his head secretly. He had seen countless strike-ups in Torpoint in the past, but he had never practiced it himself.

No way, even now, he is still not suitable for this job at his age!

Maca, who has always been smooth sailing when it comes to fooling people, was inadvertently deflated this time. To be honest, he was a little depressed.

This was the first time he felt that it would be great if he could grow up in a hurry.

However, he didn't expect that the other party was actually more aggrieved than he was - it was rare to meet a young guy who would take the initiative to strike up a conversation in this kind of place, but recently the boss has repeatedly declared that he is not allowed to attack the stronghold!

Seeing a piece of tender meat that melts in the mouth but can't eat it, the old lady is so uncomfortable!

On the other hand, Maca thought about it again: Since the hint is useless, why not express it to see the effect?

As soon as he thought of it, he simply reached out and patted the woman's shoulder. Seeing her turn her head, he stretched out his thumb and pointed at the door. That movement is clean and neat, and anyone can see it clearly.

The woman was overjoyed: Boss, this is me who was seduced by others, so it's okay to attack in another place, right?

But sometimes, things will always develop in an unexpected direction, which makes you feel unprepared.

Just as the woman stood up and leaned towards Maca's shoulder, she staggered and almost knocked on the back of the bald middle-aged man next door!

For nothing else, it was precisely because Maca found another more valuable target, and then he decisively dodged into the dance floor.

Moving in a crowded place is something he is very skilled in. He patted a few people on the shoulder along the way, and when they turned around, he rushed to the opposite side of the dance floor along the gap in a blink of an eye.

Just beside the high platform where the band was, near the entrance to the backstage preparation room, a strong man who was very similar to Lena's description was standing there, whispering something to several other people.

Soon, the other people quickly left again, and the strong man walked towards the passage of the preparation room again.

That must be the current leader "Logan" mentioned in Tarino's intelligence.

Maca shook his head behind a pillar, and when he came out again, he had already poured himself a sip of Immortal Concealment Potion.

Seeing that the other party was almost out of sight, Maca quickly followed up. Although there were two werewolves guarding the entrance of the passage, they didn't find Maca who was already invisible.

The invisibility effect of Immortal Hidden Potion is different from other invisibility potions. The characteristic of eliminating the sense of presence makes it impossible for a werewolf with a more sensitive sense of smell than a dog to notice his passing.

As long as Maca doesn't take the initiative to do anything to enhance the sense of presence of others, it is very difficult to find him.

It can be said that his special discovery of fairy wings back then was even more valuable than many of his current potion research results.

Following the strong man Logan all the way in, after passing the makeup area and the staff rest area, Maca found that there was actually a passage leading to the second basement floor behind.

Following closely behind Logan, he soon came to a basement that was half smaller than the bar on the upper floor.

This second basement is divided into two areas.

The front area is a spacious rest area, and the back is a two-meter-wide corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there are quite a few independent bedrooms. Some doors are open, and the simple furnishings inside can be seen.

At this time, there were not many people here on the second basement floor, probably they were either having fun and relaxing on it, or they were hunting for prey outside like Sister Lainey, right?

But Logan's destination was the room at the end of the corridor.

When the other party opened the door and was about to close the door, Maca dodged and followed.

"boom"

At the moment when the door was taken by Logan, Maca made a decisive move, casting the Unloading Curse and the Body Binding Curse consecutively, catching the opponent by surprise.

But he didn't expect that even though he had used a little more strength just to be on the safe side, even if Logan was only in human form, his ability to resist magic was still astonishingly strong.

This level of resistance to magic is comparable to the full form of ordinary werewolves at the full moon, which even surprised Maca.

"who?"

Logan reacted quickly. Although he was caught off guard, as he staggered back, a large number of dark gray wolf hairs rushed out from his skin.