Chapter 320 Georgy's Bar

( ) Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime's trip this time was originally to find a group of giants for negotiation, and Maca forcibly took the time to come here this time, precisely because of this most important purpose.

So after taking a short rest, everyone decided to act according to the original plan as soon as possible.

As for Quirrell, after he had a general discussion with Maca, Maca brought him along.

Quirrell originally planned to use the troll to form a self-protection force. Of course, in his original plan, he even planned to go back and make trouble when Voldemort and Dumbledore were actually fighting.

But he didn't expect that his condition has been deteriorating continuously, and his plan has long since come to an end. As far as the current situation is concerned, it is obviously the best choice for him to follow Maca.

Of course, since Maca has already run over, it is obviously impossible to just go back like this.

Although Dumbledore gave the scope of the search at the beginning, but in this case, it still takes a lot of effort to find the giants who are far away from wizards and Muggles.

At this time, the more people there are, the faster the progress will be.

After entering the border of Belarus, several people decided that it would be better to go to the local magic world for a while. Mrs. Maxim also had to buy a new wand as a spare, didn't she?

"...The wizards in Belarus are now mostly concentrated in Minsk. After the Muggle World War II, there has been a lot of reconstruction there, and now it has completely settled down."

Mrs. Maxim seemed to be quite familiar with the situation here. Of course, she was the headmaster of Beauxbatons, so it was only natural for her to be more knowledgeable.

Because Quirrell was really not suitable to be with him, after "moving" him into a Muggle hostel and settling down, Maca and Hagrid followed Madam Maxime to a small gallery near Victory Square.

Probably because the whole city has just been rebuilt in recent years. Most of the buildings are very clean. In addition, the architectural style here is simple and clear, which makes everyone feel more open.

However, I don't know if wizards like to make the entrance of wizard settlements mysterious. The gallery looks very old.

Moreover, compared with the bright sunshine outside, not only does the light in the gallery seem a little lacking, but even the space in some aisles is too small, which makes people feel a bit depressed.

"Oh, is it here?"

Because Madame Maxime's wand was broken,

Now Maca is leading the way, after all, a wand is still needed to open the entrance.

When he walked into a gallery with blank picture frames piled up on both sides, he immediately felt a relatively obscure wave of magic power.

"...Well, is it here?"

Before Maxim could answer, Maca stretched out his wand and shook it at a pure white oil painting hanging on the wall, then, as if he had discovered something, he tapped lightly on the corner of the picture frame. point.

Immediately, a wonderful off-white fluctuation gradually spread from the canvas of the oil painting, soaking a large area of ​​the wall, as if it was white paint that was overturned, and even faintly felt a sense of fluctuations on the water surface .

"This is it," Madam Maxim said, and asked curiously, "McLean, have you been here before?"

Maca didn't answer, he just turned his head and smiled, and walked in first.

The cold feeling is deeply familiar, because it is also the feeling through the wall pillars at the entrance to platform nine and three quarters at King's Cross Station.

When Maca stepped in, he only felt his vision blurred for a while, and then he felt a sense of enlightenment.

After passing through the entrance, there is a brick paved road that can drive two carriages side by side. On both sides of the road, there are rows of buildings that are completely different from the British wizarding world.

Although it doesn't look too big here, it is probably because most of the buildings are square and square, and the colors are all red tops and white walls, but it makes people feel quite grand.

And the place where Maca and the others appeared was a gray-white wall on the side of this street.

"Then I'll go to the wand shop first. You guys go there. I remember that there is a bar that also serves as accommodation... Well, if I remember correctly, it should be called 'Georgy'."

Madame Maxime was still so elegant, after she saluted calmly, she walked along the road to the right.

"Maka, I said... Is it okay to leave that guy in the Muggle hostel?" After separating from Mrs. Maxim, Hagrid asked slightly worried.

Maca waved his hands nonchalantly when he heard this, and said, "It's okay, Quirrell can still have a good relationship with the troll in that state, which shows that he is really capable... besides, the food is prepared for him Well, nothing to worry about."

"Oh...well, well..." Hagrid nodded hesitantly.

"Rather than worrying about him, we'd better worry about ourselves first!" Maca said, "Hagrid, do you speak Russian?"

But even so, since they are all here, if you don't ask someone to inquire about it, you must be reluctant. It is obviously more efficient to ask the local wizards than to search everywhere.

However, when they found the bar named "Georgy", they found that there were unexpectedly many wizards who could speak English. At least compared to the Muggle world outside, the situation they encountered was actually much better.

By the time Maca and Hagrid had booked a room together and were going to hang out in the bar, the sun had gradually set in the west.

"Troka, I want to say...yes, thanks...that doesn't sound too hard to find..."

In the corner of the bar, Maca and Hagrid were sitting around the same small round table with another strange wizard, and Hagrid was happily thanking them.

Because Hagrid was indeed a little too big, the stool tucked under his ass looked a little pathetic.

And he can't move around, otherwise the stool will make a lot of creaking noises, making people wonder if it will fall apart in the next moment.

The wizard he called "Troka" was just acquainted with him. The reason why he was able to talk to Troca was actually thanks to Hagrid.

It was precisely because his height was a little different from ordinary people, when Maca and Hagrid first entered, all eyes in the bar were on Hagrid.

Accompanied by a few subconscious exclamations, Troka's English was mixed with the series of Russian words, which Maca listened to seriously.

Troca is a wizard who loves to travel, and he often wanders around the world. Believe me, traveling around the world is really not that difficult for a wizard.

"No, you don't need to thank me..." Troka smiled cheerfully, "If you buy me a drink, I can talk about anything—but then again, what are you doing with the giant?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer to Hagrid and said, "To be honest, they are all a group of violent elements. If there is no need, it's better not to approach them rashly!"

"Actually, this is a school topic..." Maca interjected, holding a cup of hot cocoa, "I'm a student of Durmstrang, you see—I'm graduating soon, right?"

Maca has really grown a lot recently, at least he said that he is a graduate now, and there will be no doubts about it.

"Oh, Durmstrang? That's how it is..." Troka showed a dazed expression, "If you ask me, your school's style of work has always been too tough. Graduates insist on traveling and writing graduation thesis —It's not easy!"

"It's okay!" Maca shrugged, "No, if I can put the subject of my graduation thesis on giants, it will obviously have a higher evaluation. In this case, it will also be beneficial to find a job after graduation." Less benefits!"

He paused, then said with a smile: "Besides, it's actually quite nice to be able to come out for some excitement, isn't it?"

"That's right," Troka agreed. "I also like to wander around. If I stay in the same place all the time, I won't be able to bear it! Hahaha..."

At this moment, the door of the bar creaked again and was opened.

During this period of time, there will be more people in the bar one after another. Everyone is used to the creaking door being opened and then automatically closed, so generally speaking, customers will not take a special look. who came in.

But this time, when everyone noticed that the room was not brighter because of the opening of the door, they realized that another big man had entered.

That was Madame Maxime. Her big body, which was not inferior to that of Hagrid, blocked all the light from the outside behind her, and even the wind didn't let in much.

"Orim, this way! We're here!" Hagrid turned around, and the stool under him creaked again.

Actually, Hagrid didn't need to say hello, because who could ignore him? When Madame Maxime was not here, he was the most eye-catching person in this bar.

"Oh, yes." Madam Maxim nodded implicitly, then turned and walked over.

It can be seen that when she moves in the bar that is slowly becoming crowded, she seems to be struggling. But even so, she did not lose the elegance that originated from France.

"careful!"

Maca, who was turning her head to look at Mrs. Maxim, suddenly yelled, but it was obviously too late.

Although she was paying attention all the way here, trying to avoid collisions with others as much as possible, but when she was about to walk to the round table where Maca and Hagrid were, she bumped into a witch at the next table.

And the most embarrassing thing is, because the witch happened to turn her head, Mrs. Maxim, who squeezed sideways, used her "huge" PP to have the closest contact with the pretty face of the witch. .