Chapter 735 The Owlman and the Bizarre Murder

"Mrs. Maxim, you are a rare visitor. Welcome, welcome, come in!" Just as the carriage stopped, the bar owner, Barr, an old man in his sixties with a wrinkled face, came out to welcome him. He said with a smile , "Why are you free to come to Dijon?"

"We're just passing by, and we'll be leaving tomorrow morning!" Madame Maxime said, stepping down from the carriage, "Please prepare dinner for us and open four rooms."

"There are so many rooms. Under the circumstances, not many people dare to come to Dijon." Old Barr said, sighing.

"Did something happen?" Madame Maxime asked, and stopped at the entrance of the bar. "Why do you look sad? I remember that when I came last time, the business of your tavern was very prosperous."

"Don't mention it, the recent situation is terrible. It's all caused by the terrible owl man. People are panicking. Not to mention foreign tourists, even local wizards don't go out very often!" Barr said, waving his hand helplessly. .

"Owl man, what is that?!" Ivan asked, looking at the bar owner in surprise.

"To be honest, I don't know what kind of monster it is. I have never seen it. But according to eyewitnesses, it is a thing about the size of a human woman. Its half body is covered with feathers, with pointed ears and long hands. With black pincer-like claws. The color of the feathers is silver-gray, and the eyes are bloodshot. It looks like a terrible owl turned into a human..."

Listening to the other party's description, a monster appeared in Ivan's mind.

"This guy is said to have escaped from the Owl Fortress. That castle is very famous and attracts many wizards to visit Dijon every year. At first, everyone thought it was a joke or a gimmick for publicity, but they didn't take it seriously. Come on." Barr continued, "It wasn't until that incident happened that no one realized how serious it was."

"There's a witch dead, poor Mary, the last of the oldest pure-blood family of Dijon, that family is thought to be the only surviving descendant of the Dukes of Burgundy, and even the Owl Fort is their family property. She was found dead in her family's mansion, and was not discovered until a few weeks later." Barr sighed heavily again, and continued, "The Aurors who went to the scene to investigate saw a scene like hell. The skin was ripped off abruptly, leaving only the bloody corpse, which seemed to be a pile of rotten meat. The window of her room was open, and there were owl feathers everywhere on the ground, as witnesses swear by claiming that the Owlman killed her..."

There was a moment of silence, Ivan and the others did not expect to hear such a bizarre and sensational murder just as they got off the carriage.

"To be honest, Old Mary's popularity is not very good. If she dies in a more normal way, this matter may be a good after-dinner conversation. By the way, let's discuss the huge family wealth she left behind. Allocation." Barr said, "Hey, but in this situation, especially the owl man that more and more people see later, Dijon is completely finished, useless Ministry of Magic and those useless Aurors There is no hope at all, they are hiding far away in Paris, regardless of our life or death."

"I will write to the Ministry to report this situation!" Madam Maxim said, "I'm sorry, Barr, but I can't help you."

"Seeing what you said, I'm already very happy that you and your friends can come!" Barr bowed, raised his head and looked curiously at Ivan, Sirius and Hagrid behind Mrs. Maxim, " Before supper is ready in twenty minutes, what would you and your companions like to drink, beer or brandy?"

"Three glasses of brandy, and a glass of juice, that child can't drink!" Madame Maxime said, pausing, "If it's convenient, I'll bring some single malt whiskey to my horses, and put them in their fodder. good."

"Leave it to me, Orim, I'll take care of them." Hagrid said, leading the rune horse towards the backyard of the bar.

Ivan, Sirius and Mrs. Maxim followed the boss into the tavern and passed through the narrow and dark passage. The picture in front of them was similar to that of the Leaky Cauldron, and even the decoration style was roughly the same. resemblance.

The living room was gloomy and the space was very small, as if centuries of dust had accumulated on the ground.

Aiwen didn't understand why the taverns and hotels run by wizards seemed to stay in the ancient Middle Ages. If he could choose, he would prefer to stay in a hotel or hotel run by Muggles, but the other three would definitely not go.

As the bar owner said, there was no one in there except them.

The thought of the terrible murder inevitably made the atmosphere a little dull, and everyone actively avoided talking about it.

On the recommendation of Mrs. Maxime, Ivan tried three French specialties from the Dijon region, namely boiled eggs in red wine, miscellaneous fish soup and beef stew, for dinner. They tasted very good.

After he finished eating, he left the dining table and went back to the room. Sirius, Hagrid and Madam Maxime seemed to be still wanting to have a few drinks.

Ivan is going to hurry up and take a look at the information about giants and the maelstrom of Charybdis that Hermione helped him collect.

He didn't know much about this aspect before, so he had to hurry up and master it.

The tavern room was located on the third floor, not very large, with a comfortable-looking bed, some pieces of shiny oak furniture, a small desk, and a crackling fire in the fireplace.

Ai Wen nodded. Compared with the following, this place has obviously been carefully cleaned up, and it looks much cleaner!

He walked to the window and looked outside. The backyard of the bar was outside, and their huge carriage was parked in the middle of the yard.

Ivan drew the curtains, took out his wand and cast a few protection spells, and then lay down to look at what Hermione had collected for him.

As we all know, a giant is a powerful humanoid magical creature, usually of huge size and unparalleled brute force, generally reaching a height of thirty to fifty feet, with strong magic resistance and the ability to use weapons.

Because of this, giants have been considered a terrifying tool of war since ancient times.

A giant can fight more than ten well-trained wizards, who are cruel by nature and hate magic very much.

In ancient times, they were killing machines on the battlefield, and in modern history, there have been several appalling incidents of giants massacring Muggles.