Chapter 1129: Step into a depressed black market

? While Maca was being interviewed by a reporter in the Ministry's top-level Minister's Office, a slightly hesitant figure suddenly appeared near the Ministry's guest entrance.
Yes, it is the old telephone box in front of an abandoned parking lot in London.
Honestly, this is indeed a relatively remote corner in London, but it is not that no one has ever bypassed it. But even so, the seemingly striking phone booth seemed as if it didn't exist. Few people turned their heads and glanced at them as they passed.
Obviously, magic had been applied there and the Muggles were invisible.
But just today, a man dressed like Muggle paused in front of the phone booth, and seemed to hesitate to look at his constant glance as he stood still.
"Well."
After a while, I heard the man in the overcoat and felt hat twitching his tongue, as if pacing in front of the telephone booth. Followed by, he pressed the eaves again, lowered his head and brushed the phone booth, and slowly left the other side of the abandoned parking lot.
After a while, the man walked into an alley opposite the parking lot and disappeared without anyone nearby.
It is obvious that this man's intention is obvious. He came for the telephone booth, and of course he was going to the Ministry of Magic building buried deep in London.
It's just a pity that the other party seems to know very well that the Ministry of Magic has entered a state of martial law for twenty-four hours. It is not easy to mix in.
And Jo Mo is more than ten minutes of effort. At the entrance to the black market, which is also located underground in London, the man's slightly Xiao Suo figure suddenly appeared in the sparse crowd of crowds.
It must be said that the original confrontation between Maca and Haierbo almost turned this underground town, which has been going on for hundreds of years, into a dead city.
However, even if many people have abandoned the dark and turned the light under a series of arrangements of the Ministry of Magic, and settled in a new settlement, they still have a wizard who does not want to leave to return afterwards.
For example, the goblin organization Dark Spirit Pavilion has been standing in the black market for a long time.
I remember that after the entrance of the underground black market was destroyed by Haierbo, the main force that transferred the people who were desperately fleeing the trapped black market from the black market was these fairies in the Dark Pavilion.
After the disaster, the Fairy in the Dark Spirit Pavilion simply opened a new entrance for those who needed to go in and out.
Of course, since this channel is opened by a fairy called a "shoulder", needless to say, it is naturally charged.
Fortunately, those fairies seem to take into account that the flow of people entering and leaving the black market is now much less. In order to earn more popularity, the fees they set are not high.
"Three West can be one certificate, only one in and one out; one gallon and one week card, unlimited times within seven days!"
Even if the ghosts of the Dark Spirit Pavilion have been rich in oil for so many years, these little guys are still very digging, and even the ticket money likes to add a little marketing mind.
But really, this little trick really works.
You know, one golden gallon is equal to seventeen silver siccos. On the surface, it seems that there are no small discounts when purchasing a weekly card. After all, if you buy a one-time certificate every day, you may need 21 Xike in a week.
So, the word "unlimited times" is really appealing.
However, many people who purchase weekly cards forget that they often do not come to the black market every day, even two or three times a week.
And for those who want to work hard and use enough books after buying a weekly card, the fairies of the Dark Spirit Pavilion will naturally be happier, because this will of course greatly promote their other businesses. effect.
So it must be said that these fairies are really geniuses for doing business.
Incidentally, this felt hat man mixed in the channel entrance team is one of those "poor people" who have been fooled by the fairies' tricks to purchase Zhou Card.
"Oh, welcome to the black market, my wizard friend ... Thank you, please take your weekly card, and there is a full three-day period of use, please pay attention to repurchase!"
Standing at the exit of the aisle on the black market side, the leprechaun who gave the stamp of proof of entry took the card and checked it, and then handed it back to the man. And as he passed, the goblin shouted in his sharp voice:
"People who re-purchase an expired weekly card will receive a discount of one Xike for the value card!"
In the team, there are some wise wizards who are wise to spend, and they can't help but rip their lips-these fairies are really making money!
But even if they have something in mind, they will not be full enough to remind others.
Not to mention a proverb saying "Hindering a person's trade is the same as killing a brother"-this is a black market. Who would have the care to be deceived by others?
The man listened to the shriek of "Welcome to the black market" coming from behind, and did not stop at the side of the Dark Pavilion. When he got out of the hall and came to the outside street, he went straight to a certain side street.
In fact, it is obvious from this moment that the underground black water has indeed said goodbye to the past prosperity. Not only are there fewer pedestrians on the streets, but there are also many shops on the streets that are not reopened after they are closed.
However, perhaps because today's underground black market is no longer as secretive as in previous years, among the sporadic passers-by walking on the street, there are many more ordinary wizards.
I remember that in the past, the people who would come to the black market were basically some guys covering their heads and hiding their heads, and many of them had engaged in unseen jobs.
Perhaps after many years, here will be completely interconnected with the magic world on the bright side, so that the black market will no longer be a gray area that can only flourish in the shadows.
Unfortunately, I don't know how long it will happen.
It didn't take long for the solitary man with a felt hat to walk down an alley and walked to the deepest part of the alley. And when he pulled out his wand, and tapped a few times on a certain brick wall at the bottom of the alley, he saw that the brick wall was slumped and a thick wooden door was exposed.
It can be seen that there are still a few crooked words-"Sleeping Dragon Bar" written on the old wooden door.
Seeing this, the man immediately reached out and pulled the wooden door open. As soon as he stepped into the bar's door, he was drowned out by the loud noise.
This is a bar that has been quite popular in the past, especially those young people who often come here to vent their excess energy.
But now, there are much fewer people coming here. Only the deafening restless dance is still echoing in my ears.
After the man came in, he first glanced subconsciously into the dance floor.
I remember when I came here yesterday, there was only one girl dancer working here. It must be that the bar owner thought it was too shabby to have one Meiwa, so he took the time to find another one.
Watching the two Meiwas twisting their graceful posture in the dim light, the man could not help taking off the felt hat on his head, and flung the hair squashed by the hat.
Until this time, it can be found that the man was actually the injury that Martin Kingsley had previously hidden in the overturned lane, and it seemed that he had fully recovered.
"A glass of priest stout, hurry up!"
Martin walked to the bar and shouted at him with a throat, and then saw that there was a house-elf on the high stool inside, and quickly put a mug filled with black wine in front of him. .
Waiting until he lifted his neck, he slammed the cold liquor and swallowed the cold liquor into his throat, and within a short time he had already included the whole glass of beer into the empty stomach pocket.
Then, accompanied by a wine goblet, Martin seemed to spit out his inner boredom, and often exhaled.
"boom!"
The sound of the wine glass on the bar was barely audible in the noise of the dancing dance music.
"Murill ... It was the Pansy Parkinson who rescued the little child witch from the Ministry dungeon?" He frowned, and growled angrily, "Parkinson ... Why not Mu? Lil was rescued together! "
As Maca expected, Martin easily guessed what happened to the Ministry of Suspect's disappearance, and it was obvious that he was quite angry now.
Pansy's secret rescue operation, which was only half successful, caused the Ministry of Martial Arts to enter a state of martial law, so that it is difficult for Martin to rescue Muriel now.
"damn it!"
Throwing the wine glass again, Martin pushed it inward, yelling louder than before:
"Continued Cup!"
To be honest ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This noisy bar is indeed a good vent. Even if you yell, it is difficult for others to hear what you are talking about.
However, today's underground black market is no longer longer than ever, and even this formerly crowded Sleepy Dragon Bar seems a bit deserted now.
Therefore, although Martin's words were not understood clearly, his large-scale movements and annoyed expressions were clearly visible in the eyes of some customers looking to this side.
And in it, there was just a short figure in a black cape that seemed to care about him, and looked a few more times in this direction.
After a while, I didn't know what the other party thought about, and suddenly he got up and walked slowly towards Martin's bar.
"Well ... Sure enough, is this guy one of the teachers' students?"
The short wizard walked slowly behind Martin and stared at his back for a long time before whispering to himself.
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