"So, about the fugitive black magician Alexander. That's all you can offer about Garfield. ”

It was a cramped, sulphur-smelling room, with all sorts of items piled up in cabinets on either side, all but a few in dusty boxes.

The potted plants that were locked in a glass cover and writhed with purple smoke, the eyes soaked in the jars around them with a cold gaze, the skulls that resembled humans but were more than a dozen times larger than humans, the beehives that constantly buzzed, the magic books that opened and closed to the beat of "Ode to Joy", and, of course, the various colored cauldrons that constantly shimmered with ghostly light - they seemed to be filled with all kinds of potions.

"Well, I'll take this information, your last crime of spraying a boy under the age of ten with the contraband of dangerous goods Boli powder on his head will not be prosecuted because of this special judicial deal of the Ministry of Magic Damn it, why would you throw that thing on a little child, it took us a full three hours to comfort his sensitive and hysterical mother."

Speaking, and putting away a parchment scroll that "cannot be exposed", it was a young Auror.

Of course, it is also relative to this profession that he is in his thirties, perhaps because of this profession dedicated to fighting black magicians, a little white hair can be faintly seen in his steamed black hair, and under the round eyes that are not quite suitable for his age, a hideous cut across his right cheek. Maybe it's because he's at work right now, and his face that is more suitable for a gentle smile is covered with frost, and even in this room that is a little too hot, the guy opposite him can feel a hint of coldness.

Of course, the most striking thing about him was not the seriousness he exuded, not the graying of his hair, not the cut across his cheek, but on his forehead, a long, lightning-like scar across it.

His name is Harry. Potter, who once saved the Legacy (VI) department known as Hogwarts and the Department of Law and Politics (XIII) called the Ministry of Magic, from a certain "terrible black magician", half of the lives of the Hour Tower are linked to him, and even now, more than ten years later, some people still call him the Savior.

Now, the young head of the Auror Command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is having to make what he considers "one of the darkest acts of the Ministry of Magic" for the sake of a fugitive dark magician - gathering the information he needs from someone with a criminal record at the cost of not judicially prosecuting them.

Harry resented this rule, as it meant that he had to spare some of the most dangerous potential prisoners.

Of course, it wasn't actually a human on the other side of Harry.

If it is strictly defined, it should belong to the fantasy species at the top of the heterogeneity.

Fantasy species - fire rats.

"Divine Sutra" cloud: There is a volcano in the south, forty miles long, inexhaustible trees, day and night fire. …… There are rats in the fire, weighing 100 catties, and the hair is more than 2 feet long,...... Take the hair and weave it into cloth, and use it as dirt, and burn it with fire, that is, it is clean. This rat is also known as the fire beast, and its hair is cloth and fire alkane cloth.

The fantasy species from the ancient countries of the East, the age of existence is unknown, but it seems that Diagon Alley came to Europe before it was established, and then it has been causing chaos in European countries until nearly 200 years ago, and Diagon Alley, which has the largest flow of people, the most heterogeneous contacts, and good security management in the whole of England

The next door has very little foot traffic, and the black magician gathering place has the most chaotic security, and every day there are corpses that are pulled into the sewers and open a shop.

"If you could, please don't mention that bear kid again, okay?"

The mouse face with a lush hair was very humanely wrinkled, and put on a depressed expression: "That bear child and that bear master have counted the old collection, and the ugliness of the family is not publicized, and he still doesn't tell you that he poured out the jar of nearly 1,000 years of superb aging in the old treasure house on the spot and then peed in the ancient altar that also has a history of nearly 1,000 years." ”

No, you've already said it

With a wooden face, Harry got up and prepared to leave the shop in Tumbledown Alley.

As a semi-public figure, if someone is found to have come to this street full of black magic shops, it will have more or less some impact.

Especially once Rita Skeeter, who likes to eavesdrop everywhere, and like to make up news blindly, and use misleading words and public opinion to create a momentum, knows that Harry no longer dares to think about that scene, and the Daily Prophet is definitely the rhythm of her own slaughter.

As he stepped out of the sweltering, narrow, sulfur-smelling shop, Harry took a deep breath of fresh outside air

Then, unsurprisingly, I was choked by the smog that filled the air.

"Ahem, no, the air in London is still so bad."

Behind Harry, who was hunched over and coughing, the door of an ancient storefront, clearly in the style of the Tang Dynasty, slowly closed.

Above the creaking door panel, under the eaves hangs a wind chime called "Duo", is a signboard with a small seal of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

【Fire Rat Workshop】

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Boss Barn is very old.

Even if he didn't clearly record his age after the age of one hundred and twenty, he felt from the changes of the times around him that he had accompanied this originally bustling Tumbledown Alley to an inevitable end.

The fluff that used to be like the most vigorous flame began to darken, and it stuck to the body of the increasingly blessed body.

The once strong muscles and exuberant magic power have also become loose, and gradually stained with a hint of decay.

The eyes that once flashed like black beans with cunning eyes cough cough, this one has really become a beanie eye, gray and dull eyes, which means that this terrifying fire rat that used to be a London clock tower has been completely blinded.

Now he is just the owner of this shop [Fire Rat Place].

Immersed in a fluffy 16th-century baroque round chair and watching the "fast catcher" he met more than ten years ago leave, Barnes pondered for a moment and decided on today's itinerary.

"Well, if you count the decay, it is advisable to crown the crown, set up bonds, trade, build, and break ground; Don't marry, pray for blessings, get out of the fire, and enter the house, it's better to go fishing, just don't commit taboos, and trade everything with fate. ”

Stretching out his nimble slender tail, he groped around the pile of goods that could make children cry and was full of all the horror elements, and pulled out a long green bamboo fishing rod.

"There are not many bait, it looks like I have to go back and rematch, I hope I can catch a fish in a while, it's abominable, if it weren't for the fact that every time the bait is eaten by a pigeon raven that flies from nowhere, the old man must have won hundreds of fishermen in a fishing competition in one breath, just like he did in the Tang Dynasty, and let them compete to worship at the feet of the old man, and win the deflated chin Tom who can only wipe the cup in the hotel."

Taking the rod from his tail, Barn checked the rod that had not been used in a few days.

On the one hand, like every old man, he said something that no one could hear, but he was satisfied with.

Barn, the once-vigorous fire rat who was once a fantasy species of one of London's greatest disasters, may really be starting to slow down

"Speaking of which, he seems to be preparing to retire, and the heir he is looking for is called Hannah Abbot, a girl with no characteristics, but the girl's husband, the old man is a little impressed, the inheritance (VI) department is the most popular teacher in Hogwarts, so that the old man thinks of Dumbledore's little ghost who seems to have been loved by the students when he was teaching at Hogwarts, ha, I don't know what kind of expressions those students will show after they know that Dumbledore's little ghost is actually a GAY, Speaking of which, Harry, he was also a student of Dumbledore."

Boss Barn let out a breath of turbidity, got up from the small round chair with difficulty, picked up the green bamboo fishing rod that had accompanied him for two hundred years, and slowly moved towards the door step by step.

Then he heard

"Roar, mouse, we've come to see you, and we've brought your favorite little yellow croaker."

A hearty laugh came from the door that had been suddenly pushed open.

Of course, that's not important, it's important

"Bastard Lynn! Take your left foot back, the scroll you stepped on is the research notes of the great magician Bitguf three hundred years ago, even if it is put now, it is enough to buy half a street and do not put the fish on that cabinet, it is the last group of disappearing cabinets in the world, it is a priceless treasure, you know, the golden retriever and jade-faced mouse are on it, put down the mummy of the cat, that is not something that can be directly touched with your hands, even if it is separated by two layers of bandages, the soul of the civet cat inside will be frightened away, lighter, lighter is not put next to the skull, It's going to explode! ”

Obviously, Boss Barn's words were a step too late, and the reckless visitor casually threw the priceless mummy, which contained the soul of a civet cat capable of crossing the realm of life and death, onto the skull of the apparently giant.

"Boom!"

There was a loud roar, and the giant's skull instantly exploded into countless pieces, and the splattered fragments hit other goods, causing a second disaster.

The potted plant, which was locked in a glass enclosure and writhing, was completely overturned by a large fragment of its front teeth, and in an instant, a layer of purple mist poured out of the potted plant, and the corrosive mist covered the entire floor of the store, and the sound of "snort" came from everywhere.

The eyes soaked in the jar jumped out of it with a cold gaze, something like a nerve stretched out from behind, and the eyeballs were propped up like tentacles, and they jumped into a pile of snail shells scattered on the ground in two or three steps.

First, he was hit into the air by a fragment, and there were countless wasps the thickness of his thumb that burst out of the hive that was hit by two bones one after another, but these wasps rushed back at three times the speed after touching the purple mist on the ground, and even began to seal the nest with beeswax.

"Well, it looks like it's a bit messy, but it's okay, we have this."

The visitor, Lynn, the protagonist of the book, scratched his head a little embarrassed as he looked at the storefront that had become chaotic because of him.

Although I wanted to make a mess and show off the efficacy of the "new toy" I got in front of Boss Barn, it seems that I accidentally went too far.

Lynn held up a half-gold, half-silver orb, and just wanted to say something, but was startled by the shape of Boss Barn at this moment.

The hair that began to darken, and the hair that had been sticking to his body suddenly began to dance like flames, and the color became even more beleasing than the lava in the deepest part of the earth

The loose muscles gradually bulged under the jumping hair, and the fire rat, which was only two-thirds the height of a human being, continued to rise in size until it just surpassed Lynn

The decaying magic pulsed in the body, and just this was enough to trigger the phenomenon of "ignition", and countless fluid-like flames appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the fishing rod that was still held in the hand of the fire rat

"Do you have any last words?"

A dull, thunderous sound came from the body of the fire rat. Now he can't see the decaying old state just now.

Boss Bath said that even if it is an adult dragon, he can now tear one by hand.

"Okay, I made a joke before, I promise I can recover and wait, what are you doing with the fishing rod, waving your tail with a sonic boom will frighten the guests, wait a minute, as long as I open this Supreme Magic Costume [GS Ball] limited by the fifth law, everything will be fine Wow, don't come here~~~"

Lynn's screams resounded through the sky once again.

Outside the store, Lynn's exclusive maid, Balloe, tilted her head and pulled out a small notebook.

"The last person to say goodbye, the fire rat Barn of the [Fire Rat Workshop] in Tumble Alley, has successfully angered the owner so far, and the death rate of the owner's farewell is still 100 percent."

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PS: It's a little late today, sorry

PS2: FFF Jihad Day didn't burn people, just codewords...... How to say it

PS3: Ask for recommendations, ask for collections, and if you can, can anyone write some comments in the book review area, the main tone of the next volume is "The Other Side of the Realm", ,,,of course, it's a hybrid version of animated novels