Chapter 984: 1 bottle of wine

Time is passing by unconsciously.
Speaking of which, although the streets of London seem to have caused some unknown accidents, after the incident, there were no abnormalities.
The mysterious wizard in the trench coat disappeared silently, as he did when he came.
As this Christmas holiday comes to an end, the impact of the London disaster seems to be fading away even in the minds of the wizarding people who live in the British magic world.
A large part of St. Mangory's injuries have been discharged from the hospital under Maca's treatment. Even Kingsley returned to the Ministry of Magic the day before yesterday and re-entered the work.
Watching the ward in the hospital slowly vacating a lot of beds, Maca knew that this free "specially-appointed therapist" was about to come to an end.
"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the Burrow."
Towards the evening, Maca did regular checks on the remaining patients as usual. After seeing Harry and two men picking up the trolley skillfully and preparing to go back downstairs, he finally spoke and announced that their "punishment" had ended.
But the moment they wanted to cheer for it, Maca smiled slightly slightly:
"There are only a few days left, and I think it's probably enough for you to finish your homework-don't try to find a reason not to write it! Especially Professor Binz's thesis on the history of magic, complete it well!"
"Oh, Maca, are you a demon?" Ron said bitterly. "You can't make me happy for a while!"
"Okay," Maca patted him on the shoulder, reminding him kindly, "Let's go! I'll take you to the door ... If you want to have a richer evening, then go back now! Your mother doesn't know you today Go home, and if it's late, there will be something to eat for dinner. "
"Ah! That would be faster--" Ron patted his thigh immediately. "Harry, let's go quickly!"
Putting the cart back into the storeroom, Maca accompanied them through the front glass and came to the outside street.
The weather has been pretty good in recent days, just like today, even the London where daily weather is stormy is covered with golden sunset. Harry and Ron couldn't help but breathe a deep breath as he watched the pavement reflecting the glory of the street.
To be honest, although they are also taking care of patients these days, they have deeply realized many life truths. But the harvest is quite rich, and it will inevitably be infected with all kinds of pain and gloom.
Now they are taking a step out of the environment full of life and death, and they can't help but relax under the sun.
"What do you think, wait till the evening to think!"
Maca glanced and saw what they thought. But just as he was urging the two to leave, a flutter of flapping wings suddenly sounded from above his head, even when an owl fell on his shoulder.
"Coo."
He took the envelope in which the owl was carrying it.
"Who wrote to you?" Harry asked subconsciously.
"Don't worry about it," Marka pulled out the stationery, unrolled it, and glanced casually, looking at it. "It's Montongues, he asked me to sit at the bar tonight."
"Montongues?" Ron said, "Isn't he in charge of intelligence, did something happen?"
From the reaction of the two people, we can see that now everyone is a little sensitive to some small movements, including Hermione and others who went home one step first.
Maca shook her head and said:
"Even if something really happens, it's just a small thing--maybe bigger than your dinner today, but it's bigger than the work you two haven't done yet!"
After bombarding Harry and Ron, he unrolled the stationery and read it before receiving it in his waist bag.
Yes, that letter was really just an invitation to a bar in Montongues, and the information passed in this undue manner would not be very important.
only……
Turning his head slightly, Ma Kafu looked at the gorgeous sunset again today. Muggles are coming and going on the street in gold, and the traffic on the road is interlaced-and now this normal street scene can be reproduced as usual, and it must be said that he also contributed.
Think of it this way, even the smallest anomaly is worth paying attention to, isn't it?
...
At night, when the work was over, Maca finally put down her quill.
Seeing that he carefully picked up the potion bottle on the table and closed it more cautiously. The bottle contained the source of the calamity he had extracted from Willie.
In fact, since Heilbo left San Mungo, he began research on this particular object.
Compared with other "sin" similar to it, it is indeed very special-this is the first time that Maca knows that the power of rules can actually be retained in this form in the body and passed down from generation to generation. .
So the more he researched, the more he couldn't help but want to figure out whether the power of other rules could also be stored in the wizard.
It's a pity that he had some eyebrows about the rule runes, but the red liquid substance like blood, he still can't do anything about it.
Whenever he cannot place the power of the rules elsewhere, he cannot begin to analyze the mystery of the substance itself.
Of course, today's research is over for the time being, and he will not think about it for the time being.
Research is never anxious.
After clearing the table a bit, Maca left San Mungo and quickly went upstairs to Hogsmeade's Pig's Head Bar through the door key.
When he went down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw Aberforth, who was wiping his glass behind the bar.
As for Montongues ... it seemed that Maca was one step ahead.
"Hey, a bottle of butter beer."
"Ok?"
Aberforth paused to wipe his glass.
"Why, are you idle?"
"Almost!" Maca sat down at the bar, looking at the bartender in the bar. "I came to see Dunge. I have this bottle on his account ... Recently, it ’s almost OK for San Mungo. Need me, obviously, everyone is just as good as you. "
"Huh," Aberforth shook his lips, and the large white beard on his chest shook slightly. "I want to see, there are not many dead people ... Here, butter beer! And "Montongues is forbidden to keep accounts with me. If you want to drink now, pay for it yourself."
"Then you can just pick it up and remember it! Anyone I know will do-" Maca sighed. "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter. I don't want to touch it today. Money. "
Hearing that Aberforth could not help but glance at him lightly.
"A story?"
Maca reclined at the bar and shrugged with a chuckle.
"There is a story," he said slightly, "but still, I'll wait for the future ..."
Getting used to the character of Dumbledore's younger brother, he could hear the other's kindness. He knew that Aberforth wanted him to speak out, and it would be much easier for him to share the words with more people than to put them all in his own heart.
Honestly, Maca is very grateful to Aberforth for listening, but he still feels that it is obviously not a story to drink and chat in a bar.
At least, that's what happened until something finally came to fruition.
"Just say whatever you want," Aberforth seemed indifferent, but then said, "The bottle of butter beer is on Severus' account."
When Maca heard it, she gave a stupid nod, and then nodded at him.
"Thank you."
Snape had been caught by Aberforth because he had overheard Trelawney's prediction in his early years, and he was listed on the blacklist forever.
Now Aberforth said that the butter beer was recorded in Snape's account, and it was obvious that he had found an excuse to treat himself.
When Maca, who happened to know this matter, was warming up, he and Aberforth both looked up at the same time and looked towards the door.
"he came."
This sentence was said by Aberforth.
Of course, Maca knew that the wizard who came in from the door was Mondonguez. Even if the disguise of the guy had always been clever, it was impossible to hide his magical perception.
However, Maca often wondered, where did Aberforth distinguish from?
He beckoned casually over there, and he set aside this irrelevant question first.
"A glass of fiery whiskey."
Mondonguez, who dressed himself as a quaint priest, took a seat near Maca. He turned around after ordering a glass of wine and placing the coins directly on the bar.
"Ah, it's been a long time!" He whispered, "To say that the British magic world has been really scary these days, we have been hiding in the horns and horns all day long. Only recently did we dare to show our heads-St. Mungo How is it over there? "
"Is it you or me who is running the intelligence?" Marka glared blankly, carelessly.
With Montonguez's eyesight, when he heard Maca's tone, he knew that he was in a state of uneasiness, and immediately laughed with a smile:
"Hi! This is also no way ~ EbookFREE.me ~ St. Mungo is with you now, our brother can't get in at all ... I just say that, don't care."
"Come on!" Maca shook her head and said, "Is there no way to get in, but aren't the patients all out? If you want to be nice, just be more attentive-or serious, call me here, Is there any new gossip? "
If the goods are accurate, they will not be put in the bar to talk directly to the face, it must be written in cipher text and sent to Lupin. As is the case now, this guy is always suspicious, but on the surface it is not a major event.
"Well, actually, this time it's about Muggle ..."
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