London, the East End, has long been smog-free and the autumn nights in London are a little chilly. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the East District, where the law and order is not good, there is no one on the street at night. Flickering street lamps are dying, and stray dogs bark at drunken future artists lying on the ground.

Shea, Hermione, and the twins sneaked out of the closed clothing store, the four had changed into jeans and down jackets made in Changzhou, China, and the twins and Xie An were each holding a brand new broomstick. The twins looked very excited and looked at each other. Hermione's face also looked red, I don't know if it was because of the cold wind or some other reason.

"Hey, Andrew, I didn't expect you to have such a good place, can you let us borrow this place from the Screaming House in the future?" Fred tightened his red down jacket tightly, and the whole person looked more energetic.

"Of course not. Andrew held the poplar staff in his hand, and was looking seriously at the parchment map, which was densely marked with names, and these names flickered and flickered, as if they were stars constantly blinking their eyes.

"Man, don't make decisions so quickly, look at how we do tonight, and if you're satisfied, we can talk about the next step of cooperation. George used his wand to change a twinkle pattern on his green puffer jacket, and the green lion's head was very prominent in the night.

"I'll forgive your debt of ten gold coins, just to help me for one night, and I think this kind of cooperation will be as little as possible in the future. Hermione, look at this place, the bookstore owner seems to have slept, he hasn't moved in almost an hour. Xie An said to the twins as he pointed to a name on the thick map.

"I don't know, but for the sake of caution, I think it's best to go to the Blotted Bookstore in Diagon Alley. Maybe the bookstore owner is actually a master of anti-positioning spells. Hermione and Shayne stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the dense names seriously.

"Well, maybe you're right, George Fred, take your wands and remember my words, and in case of danger, be your batsman and protect Hermione Granger as you did on the Quidditch pitch, understand?"

"Don't call us that, Andrew, as if we were one, you can call me..."

"The name is just a code name, isn't it? The important thing is what I said, did you hear it? If Hermione was injured or killed even worse, I would make you not even qualified to have this code name, understand?" Xie An said coldly.

"Cold-blooded capitalists. Hermione, don't you believe us, we're the most reliable batsmen in Gryffindor, and we'll protect you as we protect Angelina!" The twins stopped laughing, and instead stood beside Hermione on the left and right, reassuring Hermione.

"That's fine, we can't go too far and change the color of your hair as well, Hermione, do you know there is a spell for dyeing your hair?" Xie An looked at the twins' fiery red hair and thought it was better to be cautious.

"I don't think we're as well-known as fans can tell who we are by the color of our hair, what do you think of Fred? If one day, I think I'd be like Gilderoy to endorse shampoos or wigs!" George said.

"I wish there would be a day when people would think of red-haired children and I would be the first thing that comes to mind!" said Fred, feigning longing and intoxication.

"Alright, time is tight, it's time! we need to get back to Hogwarts before dawn. Hermione, you just record and direct, I'll take the lead, after the twins, let's go. ”

The twins looked at the neon billboard on the tall building opposite, and suddenly shouted in unison: "Tonightmakealittlemagic withyourman..."

Xie An shrugged his shoulders indifferently, rode the flying broomstick that had been prepared a long time ago, and after confirming that Hermione, who was in good spirits, also sat down, the three brooms rose into the sky and headed straight for the brightly lit city of London.

Came to the outside of the cauldron bar at a gallop, and after storing the broom, Xie An entered the bar by himself. Even though it was close to midnight, the Leaky Cauldron looked like it was at its busiest of the night.

The low singing voice flows slowly in the dark and comfortable atmosphere, the old gramophone in the wooden cabinet plays soft background music, and a ghost-looking middle-aged man in a tuxedo is sitting next to the gramophone, listening to the music quietly.

Most of them were wizards dressed in ordinary clothes, and it was impossible to tell which one was a Death Eater and which one was an Auror. Occasionally, there were a few high-pitched talkers, and soon the voice turned into a low whisper. A couple of over-drinking wizards staggered out of their seats and walked across the bar to the crowd. The crowd was surrounding a small stage on the other side, and as Xie An passed by, he suddenly heard rumbling and booming music. After understanding that a little soundproofing magic had created two different styles of space in the bar, Xie An was secretly excited.

"A ghost DJ! Bill never said there was a DJ at the Leaky Cauldron! I thought it was a bunch of old men and women listening to jazz music and drinking red wine together!"

In the center of the stage was a milky white true soul singer, holding three wands wrapped around different colored ribbons in each hand, waving them unleashing terrifying melodies under his command.

"Let's go, we still have a lot of things to do!" Xie An, who found that the twins hadn't followed, had to return to the sound barrier and drag out the two who were swaying along with the song.

From the frantic dance on the walls and floors that filled the graffiti-pop stage with lipstick, cigarettes, and candle wax, the twins muttered discontent to a bar decorated with stained glass, wrought iron, mosaics, and yellowed tiles, and even the mottled walls drenched in medieval wizard literature.

"Four glasses of ginger-flavored soda and a plate of chicken rolls. Shayne said to Tom, the barkeeper who looked amiable.

"Hey, Andrew, we're not here for some ginger-flavored soda, even if we don't have vodka red, at least some butterbeer!" protested in unison.

In the quiet atmosphere of the bar, the protest of the twins suddenly attracted three or five wizards who couldn't tell their faces to look at them. Xie An glanced at the twins coldly, and the two of them suddenly wilted.

After the bar owner determined who was the leader of the four, he wisely served four glasses of ginger-flavored soda and a plate of chicken wraps. Each of the four took a glass and began to drink it slowly. The twins looked around curiously, Xie An was quietly eating chicken rolls, and Hermione seemed to be in a daze while drinking a soda.

Half an hour later, the somewhat stiff body that was blown by the cold wind of the autumn night finally fully regained its flexibility, and after Xie An checked out, the four of them walked through the backyard of the bar and entered Diagon Alley.

It was almost midnight. There are no people in Diagon Alley. Several wizards hurried down the road wrapped in thick cloaks, and a wizard who looked like he was floating entered Tumbledown Alley.

"How are we going to get in? and go straight through the gate?" the four of them came to the door of the already closed Blotted bookstore, and Fred couldn't help but ask.

Xie An took out the poplar staff, and found something that looked like a compass from the wizard's robe, which was engraved with scales and complex symbols, and many thin silver horizontal lines of different lengths floating on it. Xie An tapped the strange instrument three times with the poplar staff, and then pulled out a few of those horizontal lines of different lengths, forming six horizontal lines that were either one or two broken.

"What is this? It looks complicated?" the twins looked curiously at what Xie An was holding in his hand.

"Yi Pan, a more complex wizarding speculum studied by Chinese wizards. Legend can peek into the future. Xie An replied simply.

"Can you peek into the future? do you mean this thing can not only monitor the malice of the wizards around you now, but also see future anomalies?" Fred asked in surprise.

"No, that's just a legend, and I can only use this spell to detect what is hidden around this house. Xie An watched carefully as the horizontal lines continued to move on the scales and symbols, and after a while, he pointed to the alley next to the bookstore and whispered, "We have to go in from the back, there is a loophole there, I can crack it secretly." ”

The four of them quietly detoured to the back of the Ritted Dots Bookstore, Xie An used the poplar staff to disarm the alarm spell in a corner, and before the four entered, Xie An whispered again: "We only need to come to inquire about the news, not to fight, if something happens accidentally, protect Hermione!" The twins nodded nervously, and George suddenly said, "It seems that we are breaking the wizarding law now?" Fred glanced at his twin brother, followed Hermione without saying a word, and jumped into the backyard of the Blotchy Blotts.