Chapter 752: Montongus Intelligence

In Britain, bar culture has been deeply rooted since ancient times.
In a certain area of ​​the town, the bar is often the place where the public meets in that area, and people from all walks of life will find their own leisure moments.
Speaking of the close connection between the bar and this land, it is difficult to go through the history books.
And just because there were times when wizards and Muggles lived in the past, the bar culture also continued into the magical world today, allowing wizards to continue to enjoy this rare leisure time.
Today, Maca rarely stayed at the pig's head bar for a while, and enjoyed here a meal of "salt mashed potato with unknown vegetables" provided by Aberforth.
To be honest, Maca wanted to know what all those leaves were. But unfortunately, while Aberforth didn't want to explain it, he also couldn't taste anything because the vegetables were overseasoned.
Well, but in general ...
"It tastes good."
As Maca lowered her fork and wiped her mouth, she picked up the butter beer and rinsed her mouth.
It can be felt that the thick salty taste in the mouth is diluted by the smooth liquor, and then there is a sweetness of potatoes. This time, I really feel a little bit back to home.
Of course, that is the original taste of the potato, and it has nothing to do with the copper Nat.
When Aberforth put away the dinner plate and took it to the pool, Maca turned around on the high stool while holding a cup, leaning back against the bar and looking out at the bar.
Even though the business of the pig's head bar is far less popular than the three brooms, when the night is approaching, the number of customers in the shop will increase.
The customers who come here on weekdays are still the same as before.
Everyone drinks alone, and some only whisper with the acquaintances they met ... The alchemy contest is over, and there is no longer the hustle and bustle of outsiders here. Treasure land.
Maca enjoys this feeling, especially in recent times, he needs a realm that can truly relax him without any worry.
"Let's go and see Delphi another day ..."
He was more concerned about Voldemort's daughter.
In fact, he now understands Dumbledore's feelings a little bit. For the black boy who appeared in the orphanage, Dumbledore has also been half-hearted.
Now, Maca doesn't really believe in the influence of heredity on her personality, but she can't help but pay more attention to it.
After all, Delphi's child is different from other troubles. At least half of the decision to keep her there was made by him.
After arranging for himself the next time when he wanted to relax, Maca took another sip of the drink and recalled a little what he had said to Aberforth before.
Yes, he said he was a bit "bored", which is naturally a big truth.
However, Aberforth is not the kind of person who is good at comforting others, and he himself knows until this point. So, instead of expressing his own remarks, he refilled him with a bottle of butter beer.
Seriously, Maca was glad that Aberforth hadn't held much account of his rare negative performance. Because what he needed was not persuasion or comfort, but only a brief listen.
As for those upsets and depressions, most of them have to be resolved by himself. Then, what he should do, he will still go silently and step by step.
To this day, those disturbances have become entangled with everything around him.
To compare him to a thriving tree, the soil on which he takes root is Hogwarts. The more densely the branches and leaves on the ground grow, the more the rhizomes beneath the ground become intertwined.
It was impossible for him to get away halfway.
"... a lot of things, I'm afraid it's already doomed from the beginning," Maca sighed carelessly, holding the cup. "Maybe this is actually one of the characteristics of the time rule?"
"Brother, what's the matter? At this young age, you start to care about your life?"
Just as Maka laughed at herself secretly, not forgetting to get involved in some magic theory conjectures, Leng Buding, a witch covered with black gauze, came over and sat beside him.
"Would you like your sister to teach you some real" life truths "? Early tomorrow morning, you will surely thank my sister for me ..."
Listening to the sweet and greasy voice, Maca's mouth could not help but twitched.
"Montongues," he had no interest in just glancing next to him, justified, "Don't you resell your second-hand crucible, come to me and load up what's an" experienced "big sister? With all this spare time, would you go and find a wife before playing this set? "
When it comes to the least tuned fellow among the members of the Order of the Phoenix, this is the Montonguez Fletcher. The perennial confusion is at the bottom of the magic world, tossing various inconspicuous transactions, and it is also a fairly solid "basic skill" news trafficker.
"Well?" The black gauze witch lowered her voice immediately. "Maca, how did you recognize me? I think my voice has already mimicked it?"
To be honest, Montonguez does have a lot of camouflage, there is no magical element from head to toe. Even his female voice was practiced by his own voice, and Maca did not sense any related magic fluctuations.
But just like Muggles can distinguish each one according to the DNA map, sorcerers themselves have roughly similar but different individual differences.
If you want to camouflage in front of Maca, it is meaningless if you don't have the ability to change even magic fluctuations.
However, how to say this can be regarded as a big secret of him, and there is nothing to say about Monton Gus.
"Do you think that the witch dressed like this will take the initiative to come and find a boy who is still young?" Maca said angrily.
"Hey!" Mondonguez said with a smile, "The surface is cold and the heart is hot, isn't this the most wonderful drop? Um ... seriously, have you been a little bit emotional? Just so Tiny ... "
"No." Maca replied decisively, and then she turned, "Since you are here, tell me about the recent movements in the British magic world! It also saves Lupin to send you over when he arrives Picking in the news-that's weird! "
Hearing Marka's words, Montonguez couldn't help but be more serious.
In the hearts of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca's status is higher than anyone today. Because in the past in a slightly darker period, his decision made the Order of the Phoenix almost no attrition, and even the highly effective treatment that he left in the old home of Black saved more than one life.
Now, when Voldemort has become a thing of the past, the existence of Maca will be able to connect the members who have returned to ordinary life without any trace.
"Well recently ... Of course it ’s okay to say something big, thanks to your credit ..." Montonguez first complimented it, and then said, "If you have something worth mentioning, you should It's south-I came here to tell you about it. "
He thought about it, and quickly sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "There are areas for wizards on both sides of the Dover Strait. You know that ... we have more foreign wizards here in Britain. From them, From the perspective of the things brought, it should be from the French magical community opposite the strait ... "
Maca nodded.
"Did you dump it under the ground?"
What he said was naturally a black market under the ground in London. Almost every day, a group of foreign wizards ran over with private goods, which also contributed to the circulation of materials in the British magic world.
And Montongues understood that when Marka said this, she was actually asking him: Isn't this normal? What's wrong inside?
Recognizing this, Mondonguez moved closer.
"There are some restocks, but it seems that their main purpose is not this ..." He whispered, "Someone told me that the gang had entered the Lingling Pavilion twice, and each time there were more in the team personal."
At this point, he paused and said, "I think they should go to the Dark Pavilion to find someone!"
It is not cheap for groups and individuals listed in the Dark Spirit Court to accept employment, but correspondingly, with the Dark Spirit Court as an intermediary, the employment agreement and service standards will be much more reliable.
At first, even when Voldemort lacked combat power under his hands, he also "borrowed" people. It can be seen that the dark area of ​​the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still notorious.
"Then what?" Maca thought about the matter, and then asked, "If you don't notice any critical anomalies, wouldn't you mention it on my side?"
"Hey, it's you," Montonguez laughed muffled across the black veil. "Did you pack a group of people at the Hogwarts campus during the alchemy contest, didn't they? The records on Ping's side are very similar-they are all in black robes, and the style seems to be similar. "
"That bald head?"
Maca followed by a frown—he didn't expect ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the small incident at that time might actually lead to some follow-up.
"Is there more information? Even less accurate," he asked, "for example, their movements and general rules in the British magic world?"
"That's not true," Mondonguez replied without thinking about it. "It's difficult for the group to follow ... some of my old friends just watched that they were wrong and wanted to catch up and get some information before changing hands. , But ended up missing in the same lane. "
When Maca heard this, she couldn't help thinking about it, and then waved her hand slightly after a while.
"Say to 'home', this one may be dangerous without sending yourself in for investigation."

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