Phoenix, who was the last to find nothing, left with a large stack of books that would be used as gifts for various holidays. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At the checkout, the clerk reminded him that the book "Twenty-Four Poems That Melt the Witches" was useless.

A few steps away from the bookstore is the center of the bazaar, the statue of the Three Sages. The nameplate on the pedestal reads: In 969 BC, three sorcerers met in the prophesied place and exchanged objects and knowledge with each other.

The three wizards came from the Mediterranean, East Asia, and North Africa. Although it is no secret among the prophets of each other's societies, this fateful encounter is still exciting. The wizards once again exchanged knowledge and learned about each other's magic and culture, laying the foundation for the future international wizarding society.

A sorcerer from East Asia holds a bundle of bamboo slips in his hand, a North African sorcerer carries a cauldron, and a Mediterranean sorcerer holds a large roll of parchment. At sunset, pale pink cloaks covered them, and many wizards posed in front of the statues, and the purple smoke from the camera created clouds that drifted under people's feet.

"Are they really persistent, the statue was not destroyed in the war?" said Phoenix, looking up at the bronze statue.

"The ancestor of the shopkeeper hid the statue, although I doubt his claims. Little Watson pointed to a stall not far away, and from time to time a small blanket flew out of the tent next to it, it was a restaurant, "But they have a famous dish, do you want to try it?"

"Okay, but I don't want to eat Arabic food, you know. Nini: They do it every weekend. ”

They passed by an Al Hassan photo studio, which was crowded with tourists because they were attracted by the store's camera rental service.

"Honestly, that dish is illegal, you'll find out later. Little Watson took him here, a roadside stall that was so full that some people had to eat on the second floor with a flying carpet.

"Abdullah, it's me, come out quickly. He shouted into a small tent that was spewing black smoke.

"Who?" said an Arab wizard dragging several large plates, "Ah, your meal." Serving a good meal to a few guests, he turned his head and saw little Watson, and immediately raised his big black hand.

"Old friend, why are you here?" he warmly beckoned Phoenix into the tent.

"Hey! We've been standing in line for half an hour. "The wizards who lined up honestly were naturally unwilling, and some people cut in line.

"Less nonsense, either in line, or out of the way. Abdullah said rudely. Unceremoniously stretched out his hand and flicked the two wizards who were about to come forward to theorize.

Phoenix understood that the food was so delicious and unique that he dared to be so tough. A small wooden sign hung crookedly in the small tent: Aziz - Yi Shu.

As soon as you enter, it is an entrance. Hanging on it are portraits of an East Asian shaman and an Arab shaman, both of whom are sleeping.

"My ancestors and a wizard from the East opened this restaurant, Abdullah Aziz. Welcome—" Abdullah motioned for them to come in.

"This is my good friend, Louis von Battenberg. Watson Jr. was careful not to use Phoenix's real name, but his maternal grandfather's name.

"Hello. Phoenix reached out, but Aziz came straight over and hugged him.

"Hello, Abdullah Aziz, my full name is very long, so I won't delay your time. "Going around the hallway, there are a few small tables.

"Sit, sit, something?"

"Dragon's beard. After Aziz left, Watson Jr. continued, "We traveled to China together and stole a Chinese fireball dragon. ”

"You're wanted?" Phoenix looked at him in surprise, something he'd never heard of.

"Originally, Yi Heng spent a lot of money bribing the Ministry of Magic before we got out. I didn't see him," Watson Jr. looked around, "it's weird. ”

"Why steal dragons?"

"Yi Heng felt that dragon meat was a very high-grade ingredient, but he never had the chance. After getting to know me, he hired me with Abdullah to go hunting. Later on, they became good friends, and the noodles were so delicious that I never figured out how to make them. ”

"Made of dragon meat?" Phoenix asked incredulously.

"Yes, so that dish can't be sold outside, except for the rest of Wanbang City that is disgusted by the practice of eating magical creatures. ”

The two wizards debated whether the Chinese team would qualify for the Quidditch World Cup, and their voices kept rising, duffling the conversation around them.

The two witches eavesdropped on with interest, noticing that Phoenix was watching them, and the younger one was immediately veiled, like a frightened bunny. Only his eyes were exposed, staring at the table in panic.

"It doesn't matter if we're veiled or not. After saying that, he turned his head and smiled at Phoenix, with a pair of beautiful big eyes and a hint of teasing.

Phoenix turned his head with a smile, considering his deformed appearance, which was more appropriate to understand as a polite smile. After the noodles were served, Abdullah chatted with little Watson for a while, and after telling him that Yi Heng went out to continue looking for ingredients, he continued to greet guests.

Out of an abundance of caution, Phoenix rolls a small ball of noodles with chopsticks. The taste is unexpectedly refreshing. After the two of them finished eating, sparks appeared from their nostrils from time to time, as if they had severe dragon pox.

Phoenix wiped his sweaty forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's good, it's just a little spicy. ”

"But we're going to have diarrhea in the next few days. Little Watson said embarrassedly, "I can't say exactly why, but Yi Heng said that it was better to pull it out." ”

"The price of good food. Phoenix took the wooden bowl and drank the soup in one gulp.

Saying goodbye to Abdullah, Watson Jr. takes him to the dark magic booth in the Southside. As night fell, the torches on the roadside fluttered in the evening breeze, and the temperature dropped sharply, so they clinged to the torches and walked all the way.

After turning into this main road, the style of the stalls is noticeably different.

Most of the things on the stalls are not good, but the stall owners are very enthusiastic, and when they see them walking slowly and leisurely, they think they are somewhere else, coming here to buy contraband.

"Do you want to see - just entered today - the tea from this teapot can cause irreversible damage to the skin," a one-eyed dragon wizard held up a beautiful set of enamel tea, "take revenge on some people—"

Phoenix didn't bother at all, and if it wasn't a regular customer to buy something in such a place, the vendors would be scrambling to fool people and boast about their products to unbridled heights.

"This is the best companion for the glorious hand, thieves and robbers. Put a candle in it, and only the person holding it will see the light—"

There are all kinds of things on the stalls, and most of them rarely have anything he can see.

Little Watson led him to a tent with a slightly larger façade and two unusually showy pythons tethered to the door. One of them was spitting out letters to the black spider in the bunk next door. (To be continued.) )