Chapter 145 The Venom of the Winged Demon (Modified)

"It's none of your business!" Ian raised his eyebrows, and quietly answered Allen fiercely.

Although his voice was low, it was very brutal and powerful. With a sibilant sound that almost came out from between his teeth, every word was clearly heard by Allen who was opposite him.

"I saw it, the glowing liquid in the glass bottle." Allen stared closely at Ian's eyes. Perhaps everyone has a detective instinct in their bones, and Allen is eager to know Ian's purpose.

"You mind your own business!" Ian stared at Allen fiercely.

Allen jumped up from his chair in an instant and rushed towards Jessica's coffee cup. Ian quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at Allen.

But Allen has fully grasped the filled coffee cup.

Alan was not afraid of Ian at all, holding the coffee cup, pretending to be broken, ignoring the wand pointing at himself, and asked again in a deep voice: "What is this?"

"It's the venom of the Winged Demon." Allen thought he would have to waste his time, but he didn't expect that he actually told the truth, perhaps because he was afraid that Allen would ruin his affairs.

"Why didn't you just use the Forgetting Charm?" Allen asked in surprise.

"I can't beat Jessica!" Ian's voice sounded a little stuffy. "I can't point my wand at her either."

"The venom of the Winged Demon can only remove those bad memories. How can you be sure that Simon's matter is a bad memory for her?" The moment he heard the venom of the Winged Demon, Allen understood Yi Grace purpose. Allen was surprised by Ian's impatience and recklessness.

"Is that so? I heard from Leonard that this can erase memories, but I didn't expect it to be directional!" Ian really didn't know the medicinal properties of the Winged Demon's venom.

"In my opinion, you are completely superfluous. Simon is just a passer-by to your sister, and she will soon forget him." Alan couldn't help but think, "But it's too Lannister. Come on...I gotta be careful not to get pushed out of the window and break my leg."

At this age, many things are often magnified, so big that I feel that I can't bear it at all. In fact, what feels like hurting you one week may be completely forgotten the next week.

There was a heel-scratching sound upstairs. It was Jessica, finally getting dressed. Beautiful girls are always dissatisfied with their wardrobe, and always feel that there is one missing piece of clothing that can be matched.

Under Ian's surprised gaze, Allen put the coffee cup back in place. "Do you still want her to drink this cup of coffee with venom?" Allen returned the decision to Ian.

Jessica was dressed up glamorously, wearing a small fragrant woolen skirt, and she even had the mood to change her hairstyle, twisting all the long hair that had been loosened before into a cute bun, with a few round hair embellished on it little pearls.

She returned to her seat and picked up the coffee cup, "Let's finish this cup and continue our actions!" Her eyes were bright and her tone was brisk, as if she no longer cared about Simon.

Allen easily raised his coffee cup and took a sip. Suddenly, there was the crisp sound of glass shattering.

Ian smashed the cup in Jessica's hand.

Jessica looked at Ian in surprise, "Ian, you..."

"Some dirty things fell into the coffee cup just now. I'm afraid I won't have time to remind you." Ian looked innocent. If Alan didn't know the truth for sure, he would have concealed it.

"It's so reckless, you almost made me change my clothes again." Jessica said dissatisfied.

With a wave of his wand, Allen wiped away the coffee stains on the floor and restored the coffee cup to its original state.

Ian graciously brought another clean coffee cup, poured coffee for Jessica again, and handed it to Jessica with a smile.

A dispute disappeared without a trace.

"Where are we going next?" Jessica asked Allen, and Ian looked over harmlessly.

"Is there any place in New York City where you can get away from the crowds and have open plains—trees—waterholes—animals will love them."

Jessica rested her pink cheeks in her pretty hands, thinking deeply.

"Ah—Central Park!" Jessica and Ian said the same address in unison.

"I think about it, I seemed to have seen such a sign when I came yesterday!" Allen tried his best to recall the exact location of Central Park.

Several people put on their coats, Allen drew out his wand, Jessica and Ian took his arms, and disappeared from the room in an instant.

Allen succeeded, and they appeared at the gate of Central Park. Perhaps because of the weekdays and the extremely cold weather, there are very few tourists in Central Park.

The three hurried through the frosty park, crossing a large frozen pond in the middle, and everything in Central Park was business as usual.

When passing the two small zoos in the park, Allen suddenly stopped, "We are late."

"What?" Ian and Jessica asked strangely.

"The Aurors of the Magical Congress of America have already been here before us." Allen's tone was slightly regretful.

"How do you know?" Ian raised his eyebrows and asked unconvinced.

"I happen to know some animal language—if they are willing to speak." Allen said with a smile, his face calm.

A lion in the park was very happy, and a strange beast was captured by a group of strange people. It excitedly narrated what it had seen and heard to its wife.

"You fool, I'm in this cage too! I saw it myself!" The lioness was obviously a little displeased with her husband's stupid behavior...

But from its description, Allen knew that this beast was gray and shaped like a rhinoceros, with a large sharp horn on its nose and a long rope-like tail.

Allen guessed in its narration that this is a poison horned beast, which is very precious. Because its horns, tail and explosive liquid can be used in potions, it is subject to strict trade control.

The focus of the ostriches is different from that of the lions. They are very interested in the sudden appearance of the wizard in robes. Discussing these human beings who can subdue huge weird beasts, what are the wooden sticks in their hands?

Allen not only got this information from the conversations of these curious ostriches, he also learned that not just a wave of people came to Central Park. There is also a group of people who came to find nothing, vented their anger on an unlucky bear in the zoo, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"It's funny, they actually live in the cemetery!" A female ostrich gently shook her wings.

"What about Henry Jones? Could it be the legendary ghost?" Another male ostrich opened its mouth wide and made a "ha" sound, driving away the same sex and preventing them from approaching the female it was talking to.

Allen was sensitive to the fact that what the two ostriches were talking about might have something to do with the jailbreak case in the Magic Congress.

Allen told Jessica and Ian what he had discovered, and the three decided to go back to Leonard's house first, and then send an owl to notify Uncle Leonard and Professor Flitwick.

In a blink of an eye, the three disappeared from the park again.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost again!" The male ostrich gave up his courtship and buried his head in the sand beside him.

The female ostrich made a strange cooing sound and walked away with her head held high.