Chapter 289: Fraud Market (Part 2)

"Sold out." Until the entire pipe was exhausted, the old man dragged his hoarse voice weakly and answered weakly.
"Isn't that what it is?" Malfoy picked up a book at random, and then sandwiched a few shiny golden coins into it and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the book and seemed to inadvertently weigh the weight, and then the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, revealing a fairly satisfied smile.
"Okay, come in. It's the door on the left, keep walking straight, slippery visitors." The old man's gaze flicked past Furong and Malfoy, and soon returned to the lazy, decadent Looks like, smashed his mouth, and then sucked the pipe that had been exhausted.
"Remember to converge, these days are not very peaceful," he reminded.
"Okay, sir." Malfoy walked into the rundown newsstand, and Furong followed.
The speculative "creaking" sound did not come. The contact between the iron door and the door frame was quite smooth, without any rust. After both of them entered the door, the door was automatically closed.
Behind the narrow door, it seems to be connected to another world. It seems to engrave the prosperity of the Champs Elysees outside, and add a magical and strange atmosphere.
What was presented to the two at this moment was a wide, stone-paved long street, which at a glance could not see the end.
A polished silver street sign reads-"Frauder's Bazaar", and the following is written in small letters: "Only stupid people will be deceived, and greed makes people stupid, intelligent, and restrained wizards." Will fulfill their desires here."
Of course, even if it is a black area that is not very protected by law, it looks like an orderly place compared to the dirty and messy upturned alley. The road is covered with green vines, and it is more than a name. The flowers are dancing with the breeze, occasionally the petals are scattered and the floral fragrance is diffused.
In front of many potted plants, there are a few squat old wizards, with old-fashioned lenses, reading thick books with the help of sunlight, it seems to have no temperament that a wizard should have, it is better to say that it is a Muggle society Professor and old scholar in China.
The communication between wizards and Muggles looks deeper in France, and the philosophical thinking about the ultimate pole of life and death should be the same for both wizards and ordinary people. It should be said that the stronger the wizard, the more philosophical should be studied It is more thorough and clear, which is also an important reason for the strong artistic atmosphere here.
Very similar to the Champs Elysées outside, there are also many wandering artists here, who are wearing ragged wizard robes, holding various strange instruments in their hands, and playing different styles of beautiful music. .
One of the most eye-catching is a wanderer who plays the horn. The wand in his hand is turned into a hollow horn, and the body of the wand is completely hollowed out into a hollow, which is flexible and curved, sending out intoxicating natural sounds.
The player beside him did not want to be outdone. He used his wand as a drum stick and struck the white-skinned drumhead set up in front of him in an unforgettable way, sending out exciting music.
Muggle musical instruments reached the hands of this group of French wizards, and many new and interesting usages were developed.
As you walk towards the end of the street, you will find many booths with strange and magical props, full of artistry and ornamental.
For example, a dancing music box is made into a human figure. With the high-pitched and rhythmic music dancing on the carpet, with the curse of the stall owner, the dance stopped, and it seems to be an ordinary doll. .
Another example is a miniature flying broom made of corn stalks. I don’t know if it’s a little dwarf or an elf creature. It is in the middle of the sky and is bargaining with customers.
"I have lived here for so long, and I never knew there was such a place." Furong was very surprised and looked at everything around him curiously.
She squatted down and stopped curiously in front of a stall.
The stall owner is an old lady who looks very kind.
"Beautiful lady, are you willing to spend two silver knots to buy this magical yarrow? Test your fate with this gentleman?" The old witch saw Furong interested in her merchandise and couldn't help selling it. .
"This is the most rare type of yarrow. Ordinary yarrow can be used for divination love and marriage. Astrologers often drink a cup of yarrow tea before observing the astrology to enhance their perception. The witch helped her. The black pointed cap said attentively, "And for this strand of yarrow, once you cut its stem, the first letter of your future partner's surname will appear on it. "She tempted.
Furong looked at the seemingly ordinary yarrow in front of her with some heart, but she was not sure what she said.
"Wife, you are slandering again. You don't know how many hallucinogenic potions added by you in the yarrow. Once cut, the smell is sucked in by the girl. What is the first letter?" Just as Furong was excited, the merchants in the rest of the booth shouted loudly, debunking her scam.
Furong's enthusiasm immediately cooled down, quickly stood up and left in disgust.
"Draco?" She discovered that Malfoy was still waiting for her, and hurried over immediately.
"If you don't mind, you can just continue to hang out outside. I may need some time." Malfoy stood in front of a dusty facade, with lush green potted plants on the left and right~ EbookFREE.me ~Strong vines even wrapped around a silver linden plaque hanging directly above the facade, engraved with several crooked French letters.
"There's nothing beautiful here." Furong shook his head and felt quite disgusted with the fair now.
"Sefalopus Wand Shop?" Furong raised his head and chanted the name of the shop on the plaque with Zhuyuan Yurun's voice.
The two looked at the store, and a tall, muscular middle-aged man was holding a feather blanket to clean the glass cabinet in it. He did not use magic and seemed to enjoy the fun of cleaning.
"Few people come to me to buy a magic wand. It's a rare guest." The man laughed heartily.
He took the initiative to go out to greet the two guests Malfoy and Furong.
"Oh? The foreigners, sure enough, the local people generally know the reputation in my shop and are not willing to come." The men started chattering at the sight of the two men's hair color, as if they saw something new.
"I can understand why the business in his shop is so bad." Furong muttered at Malfoy in a low voice.