The bar brews its own beer, which is actually ale, and is the best in town. His stove was burned with firewood. And the boss says you can be generous enough to come to the bar and take your order--- whether it's a steak or a bloody and weird meat. Andrew loved it here.

Attempts to track down the spell were to no avail, and Andrew had more or less lost interest in the case that the beautiful young woman had commissioned. He arrives at Rumor Bar with questions about the Soul Sect--- which have nothing to do with Monica and her poor husband.

After a long day of tossing, Andrew felt the hellscape in his body begin to roar wildly, and his willpower was like steel, guarding the imminent collapse of reason.

Tonight looks like a long one, and Andrew will have to find out who had cast that death spell on John Byrne's thug and his temporary girlfriend --- poor student when he got home.

"Lee. "When sitting at the bar, the bar owner greeted Andrew.

The dim and cozy hall was empty, and the two men playing chess at the table at the back were the ones Andrew knew. The owner of the bar was a tall, slender man, and Andrew couldn't guess his age, but with the maturity he showed in his speech, Andrew was willing to bet he was definitely over fifty. He has a pair of squinting eyes, and he rarely smiles, and if he does, he smiles mischievously. The bar owner never talks much, but as long as he exits, it is absolutely a rule.

"Hi boss. Andrew responded. "It's a little cold today, and I want pasta, chips, fried chicken, and ale, well, honey in it. “

"Well, it's still the same. The bar owner said. He opened a bottle of ale he had made, dripping five drops of honey that Andrew thought was just right, and began to warm it up, then stared into the space behind Andrew. He is like this for everyone, caring about the feelings of his guests. Andrew doesn't blame him, and Andrew doesn't want to risk looking them in the face.

"Have you heard about what happened at the hotel?"

"Hmm. He responded.

"It's a mess. “

This kind of nonsensical comment is, of course, a waste of even snorting instead of answering. The bar owner took Andrew's liquor out, turned his head to face the stove behind the bar, checked and plucked the wood back and forth so that the heat could be evenly distributed.

Andrew picked up a torn newspaper next to him and scanned the headline. "Hey, look at this, another violent incident of over-drugging. Oh my God, this thing is more exaggerated than ephedra*, hehe, and it is still vibrant. “

The story is about two drugged youths who mash a nearby grocery store to shreds, claiming that it is doomed and that they just want to do it one step ahead of their fate.

"Hmm. “

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" the bar owner shook his head.

"They say that kind of thing can give them a full pleasure, which is more refreshing than Zuo Ai. Andrew said as he read the report. Both poisonous insects were taken to the hospital after being unconscious at the scene and are in critical condition. "Is there no end to the world anymore?" Andrew muttered under his breath, ---- low laugh from the picture of hell within.

The bar owner was cooking while looking back at Andrew from the stove.

"I think it's a fool, a. They made up a reason to be able to work magic. Trick these poor kids into buying drugs. The bar owner nodded at Andrew.

"If that thing really taught them how to do magic, there wouldn't be a Squib in this world. The bar owner shrugged, looked back at the stove, and squinted at the blurry image in the mirror behind the bar.

"Lee. He said. "You're being followed. “

Andrew, who had been hovering between chaos and madness all day today, waved his hand indifferently--- many times Andrew felt that those protective spells were not actually used to protect him at all, but to trap the terrible demon inside him.

Andrew put his hands on the wine glass and licked the hops on the side of his mouth with his tongue, there was no smell of ginger, no taste of butter, just a fresh scent--- Andrew liked the taste.

For powerful wizards, instantaneous spells are almost instinctive. For more powerful wizards like Andrew, spells make them up. Even if Andrew didn't do anything, he had a treasure on him at this time, which would be enough to kill everyone in the entire bar.

Andrew saw someone approaching in the blurred figure in the old mirror. The bar owner went back to cooking with considerable composure, and few things could make him flustered.

Andrew caught a familiar smell of perfume before turning his head. "Eh, Sister Tale. Andrew said. "I didn't expect to see you here. “

She stopped abruptly when she was a few steps away from Andrew, who read no surprise or surprise in her expression.

One of the best things about being a wizard is that when people can't find a more plausible explanation at the moment, they attribute a lot of things to magic. For example, the Dark Lord insisted on killing Harry Potter himself for no reason, and for example, the young Albus Dumbledore insisted that he had a chance to resurrect his poor sister.

Tale has always been one of the most influential figures at Hogwarts, he is one level older than Cedric, he was once the president of the schoolgirl council, and Percy Weasley was once her protégé.

"Come on. Andrew told her. "Sit down, meet again after a long absence, whatever your purpose, I will treat you to a drink. “

"Andrew Lee. She protested to Andrew. "You know I'm here for you, and for what purpose?"

She sat on the bar stool next to Andrew. Her face is still bewitching and attractive--- she is considered the kind of top beauty, and I don't know if it's because of her fairy blood, Tale always looks a little sinister---- which is different from Meiwa's blood.

Talai is a beauty, both at Hogwarts School and now, wearing a crisp blazer, skirt, stockings, and loafers.

Her fluffy, undulating hair spread down her neck and swirled around the white neck socket, deepening the beauty of her face studded with languid eyes.

"Senior sister. Andrew gave her a gentle glance. "There is no need to be polite between us, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, I heard that you are working for a family now, how about it?"

Tale is a reporter for the London Owl Post, the second most influential newspaper after the Daily Prophet, which is said to be a very old family business, and Tale is a member of this mysterious wizarding family--- and as far as Andrew knows, Tale is an important young member.

The Owl Post is a not-so-serious newspaper with a variety of magical and supernatural events happening in the wizarding world. Usually they report on topics as follows: "The Giant Leader has confirmed that he will help the Death Eaters", or "The Muggle Prime Minister's Downing Street and the Wizard's Secrets".

But there have been a few times — just a few times — that what the Owl Post reported was true. Let's take the ghost invasion of 1994, for example, when a village on the outskirts of Istanbul disappeared for two hours.

And so it was gone. Government satellite aerial images show trees in the valley, but there is no sign of human beings at all. All communications are lost. Two hours later. The village came back, and no one in the village knew what was going on.

She had been in London a few weeks earlier, and had been inquiring about Andrew's case. She has been pestering Andrew ever since she interviewed him for a feature, shortly after he began his internship at the Ministry of Magic.

Andrew has to admit her strengths, she has instincts for it, and she's good enough to get into a lot of trouble. On her first visit to Andrew, she was designed to make eye contact with Andrew before the end of the day, a young journalist who was eager to learn about her interviewees. She was the witch that Andrew had warned against, the one who fainted after peeking into Andrew's soul.

She smiled at Andrew, Andrew was noncommittal--- he knew women like Talai --- the era of the end of the law, those beautiful snakes who snuggled up to the strong, Andrew was familiar with their weak smiles, as long as you let your guard down a little, they will inject venom into your body without hesitation.

Her lips are already attractive, and when she smiles, they are even more eye-catching. "You should have been with me then, Autumn was just a yellow-haired girl, and it would be ridiculous if it was just because you had the same skin color. And I, can't I give you a lot of things..."Her eyes flashed with a strange light, and the purple lace coat outlined the perfectly seductive curves, and she deliberately leaked out her white neck.

"Don't you like it?" Tale whispered, Andrew could smell her scent.

"Well, although it is indeed very conquering to swallow you, there are too many women like you, and I prefer those special ones. Andrew suppressed the desire to break Tale's neck and tear it open, and said calmly and slowly.

"Am I not special enough?" said Tale in a coquettish tone.

"yes, these of yours.... Skill.... It's so corny, I don't like it. Even if you surrender to me, I can't think of anything else to surprise me other than your body. ”

Tale was angry at Andrew's attitude, and just when Andrew felt like she was going to turn her head away, the angry expression on Tale's face actually disappeared. She has a slender figure and a powerful aura, which is very oppressive for ordinary wizards, but at this time, she bowed her head slightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Andrew, I think I'm going crazy, really, can you... Can you help me?"

Andrew was slightly stunned, and her magic also trembled. Andrew looked at her in silence.

"I really can't stand it. She placed her handbag on the bar and slowly sat down on the stool next to Andrew.

"What?" Andrew stared at her. "What happened?"

"The family has decided to marry a.... A wizard who is more than ten years older than me, that wizard is a prince of Bavaria, his family is very rich, the history of their family is not as bad as any wizard English wizarding family, and even counted, it can be compared with the Black family--- but the Black family is now weak, and his family is still alive. The patriarch wants me to marry the wizard, but he, but he..."

"But he's a madman?" Andrew asked calmly, not at all feeling pity.

"'The Noble Vampire Prince,' the fellow's self-proclaimed name! He was a complete sadist, and I have heard that he had caused so much trouble in his youth that even the church had wanted him, and that he had killed thirteen virgins --- tortured them to death. Talai's voice trembled even more, and she shivered like a delicate rose in the cold wind.

Andrew glanced at her—without any emotion--- she looked into Andrew's eyes without fear, and tears seemed to be brewing in her eyes.

"Help me, Andrew, I'm willing, I'm willing to listen to you, as long as you can free me from the control of the family, I don't like my current life at all, and this paparazzi job of probing other people's secrets, as long as you're willing to help me, I... I'm willing to give you anything. "She's so close to Andrew that it's possible for Andrew to look down and enjoy the wonderful V-shaped curves behind her lace coat.

Facing Andrew's cold gaze, she gave Andrew a pitiful soft and weak smile.

"It seems that you have learned a more effective method of concealment, let me guess, it seems to be a mutated spell of Occlumency, not only to ensure that your mind will not be leaked, but also to deceive others---- unfortunately... It doesn't matter if you are a queen or not, the ambition and strength in your bones ensure that you will not be conquered by any man for the time being--- but then again, you like this gives me a little hope. “

The play couldn't go on, Tale really regained his high-minded appearance, and put his chin towards Andrew's chest, "Hmph, it's good that you didn't become like those disgusting men, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to help but turn you into a pig." ”

Andrew also returned the favor and gave her a smile. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, maybe you're not that beautiful. Andrew told her. "If it was autumn, I couldn't help but pounce on it just now. “

"Say whatever you want, what do you think of my acting skills?" she asked. "Judging from the results, it was a complete failure, but I think it's more than enough to deal with men other than you. “

"Senior sister, I can't judge. Although we haven't been together for a long time, it's a pity that we know each other too well. With your character, don't say that your family lets you marry someone you don't like, even if the whole world persecutes you, you will only feel that it is the world that is wrong, and resist desperately, where can you --- look pitiful like just now. Some people are born with no way to defeat, and they prefer to die. Andrew took a sip of his beer, "Even if you know you're wrong, you're still unwilling to change it, and for the sake of your little pride, you'll do whatever it takes to turn the world upside down, this is you, Sister Tale." “