Chapter 752 Information About Mundungus

In the UK, bar culture has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people since ancient times.

In a certain area of ​​the town, the bar is often the public gathering place in that area, and people from all walks of life will find their own leisure time in it.

To talk about the close connection between the bar and this land, it is difficult to describe in the history books.

And just because there was an era when wizards and Muggles lived together in the past, the bar culture has also continued into the current wizarding world, allowing wizards to continue to enjoy this rare leisure time.

Today, Maca stayed in the Pig's Head Bar for a while, and enjoyed a meal of "Salt Baked Mashed Potatoes with Unknown Vegetables" provided by Aberforth.

To be honest, Maca wanted to know what those miscellaneous vegetable leaves were. But unfortunately, while Aberforth didn't want to explain, he also couldn't taste what it was because the vegetables were over seasoned.

Well, but in general...

"The taste is not bad."

Maca put down the fork and wiped her mouth, and then picked up the butter beer to rinse her mouth.

It can be felt that the strong salty taste in the mouth is diluted by the smooth wine, and then there is a burst of sweetness of potatoes. Looking back on it this time, it really feels a bit back to basics.

Of course, that's the original taste of potatoes, and it has nothing to do with Aberforth's craftsmanship.

When Aberforth put away the dinner plate and took it to the sink, Maca turned around on the high stool with the cup in hand, and leaned against the bar counter to look at the scene inside the bar.

Even though the business of the Pig's Head Bar is far less popular than the Three Broomsticks, when it's almost nightfall,

The number of customers in the store also increased.

The customers who come here on weekdays are still the same as before, most of them hide their heads and show their tails.

Some of them drank alone, and some only whispered with acquaintances who came by appointment... The alchemy competition was over, and the hustle and bustle of outsiders soon disappeared here, and the gray tone once again occupied this small dirty area. Treasure land.

Maca enjoys this feeling very much, especially in the recent period, he needs a place where he can really relax without any worries.

"Go and see Delphi another day..."

For Voldemort's daughter, he is still more concerned.

In fact, he now understands Dumbledore's feelings a little bit. For the black boy who found in the orphanage, Dumbledore has spent half his life worrying about it.

But now, Maca doesn't really believe in the influence of genetics on personality, but he can't help but want to pay more attention to it himself.

After all, Delphi's child was different from other troubles. At least half of the decision to keep her there was also made by him.

After planning the itinerary for himself when he wanted to relax next time, Maca took another sip of the drink in his glass, and slightly recalled what he had said to Aberforth before.

Yes, he said he was a little "tired and bored", which is of course true.

However, Aberforth is not the type to comfort others, and he is well aware of it. So, instead of saying anything of his own, he refills another bottle of butterbeer.

Truth be told, Maca was glad Aberforth didn't dwell on his rare display of passivity. Because what he needs is not persuasion or comfort, but just a brief listening.

As for those troubles and depressions in his heart, most of them had to be relieved by himself. Then, what should be done, he will still do it step by step and silently.

Up to now, those disturbances have been entangled with everything around him.

If you want to compare him to a thriving tree, then the soil where he takes root is Hogwarts. The denser the branches and leaves on the ground, the more intertwined the roots underground.

It was already impossible for him to escape halfway.

"...A lot of things, I'm afraid they were doomed from the very beginning," Maca sighed casually while holding the cup, "Maybe this is actually one of the characteristics of the time rule?"

"Brother, what's the matter? Are you starting to appreciate life at such a young age?"

Just when Maca was laughing at himself secretly, even when he was lying about talking about some magic theories, a witch covered in black veil came over and sat beside him.

"Do you want my sister to teach you some real 'principles of life'? Tomorrow morning, little brother, you will definitely thank my sister..."

Hearing that sweet and greasy voice, the corners of Maca's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Mundungus," he said indifferently without even turning a glance to his side, "you don't want to resell your second-hand crucible, what kind of 'experienced' big sister are you to come to me for? If you have this spare time, why don't you find a wife first and then play this game?"

When it comes to the most out-of-the-ordinary guy in the Order of the Phoenix, it's Mundungus Fletcher. He has been at the bottom of the magic world all year round, tossing about all kinds of inconspicuous business, and is also a news dealer with a solid "basic skills".

"Huh?" The black veil witch immediately lowered her voice, "Maka, how did you recognize me? I feel like my voice has already imitated me?"

To be honest, Mundungus is really good at disguising, there is no magical element from head to toe. Even his female voice was practiced with his own voice, and Maca didn't sense any related magic power fluctuations.

But just like Muggles can distinguish each person according to the DNA map, wizards' own magic powers also have roughly similar but distinct individual differences.

If you want to pretend to be in front of Maca, if you don't have the ability to even try to change the fluctuation of magic power, then it is completely meaningless.

However, this can be regarded as one of his big secrets, and it has nothing to say to Mundungus.

"Do you think that a witch dressed like this would take the initiative to come and strike up a conversation with an underage boy?" Maca said angrily.

"Hi!" Mundungus said with a smile when he heard it, "Isn't this the most wonderful gap between being cold on the outside and hot on the inside? Umm... Seriously, do you have a little heartbeat? Just like that A little bit..."

"No." Maca replied resolutely, and then turned to say, "Since you are here, tell me about the latest developments in the British magic world! It will also save Lupine from having to send you over at that time." Picking and picking among the news--what a waste of time!"

Hearing what Maca said, Mundungus couldn't help being more serious.

In the hearts of members of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca holds a higher status than anyone else today. Because in the slightly gloomy period in the past, his decision made the Order of the Phoenix hardly reduce its staff, and even the highly effective healing potion he left in Black's old house saved more than one life.

Now, when Voldemort has become a thing of the past, only the existence of Maca can connect the members who have returned to their ordinary lives without trace.

"Recently...it's nothing to talk about big things, thanks to your contribution..." Mundungus first gave a compliment before saying, "If you have to say something worth mentioning, you should It’s the south—I’m here to talk to you about it.”

He thought for a while, quickly organized his thoughts, and continued: "There are wizarding areas on both sides of the Strait of Dover, as you know... There are more foreign wizards on our side of the UK. From them Judging from the things they brought, they should have come from the French magic world across the strait..."

Maca then nodded.

"Did you go underground to dump the goods?"

Naturally, he was talking about the black market located in the underground of London. Almost every day, a group of foreign wizards would run over with their private goods, which could be regarded as contributing to the circulation of materials in the British magic world.

And Mundungus also understood that when Maca said this, he was actually asking him: Isn't this a normal thing? What's wrong with it?

Aware of this, Mundungus immediately moved closer.

"There are indeed dumping goods, but it seems that their main purpose is not this..." He whispered, "Someone told me that that group of people entered the Dark Spirit Pavilion twice, and each time there were a few more people in the team. personal."

At this point, he paused before saying: "I think they should go to the Dark Spirit Pavilion to find someone!"

It is not cheap for groups and individuals to be hired by the Dark Spirit Pavilion, but correspondingly, with the Dark Spirit Pavilion as an intermediary, the employment agreement and service level will be much more reliable.

At the beginning, even Voldemort "borrowed" others when he was short of combat power. It can be seen that the Dark Spirit Pavilion still has a good reputation in the gray area of ​​the magic world.

"And then?" Maca thought about the matter for a while, and then asked, "If you didn't notice any critical abnormalities, you wouldn't mention it to me, would you?"

"Hey, it's really you," Mundungus said with a muffled laugh through the black veil, "During the alchemy competition, you had to clean up a group of people at the gate of Hogwarts, didn't you? The file records over there are very similar—they are all dressed in black robes, and the styles seem to be similar."

"That bald head?"

Maca frowned afterward—he never expected that the trivial incident at that time might lead to some follow-up.

"Is there any more information? It's okay to be inaccurate," he asked, "For example, their trends and general rules in the British magic world?"

"That's not true," Mundungus replied without thinking about it this time, "That group of people is difficult to follow... A few of my old friends just saw that something was wrong with them, and wanted to follow them to get some information and then sell them , but in the end they were all lost in the same alley.”

When Maca heard this, he couldn't help but think carefully, and after a while, he waved his hand lightly.

"Tell 'Family', don't send your own people to inquire about this matter, it may be dangerous."

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