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"Leaky Cauldron Bar".

Old Tom, wrapped in what looked like a mummy, sat at the back of the counter, gasping for breath without a mouthful, and from time to time looked at the busy guy behind the counter with a strange gaze.

A few days ago, poor old Tom was caught in a brawl and was hit by a petrification spell in the chaos, but fortunately he survived after timely healing, but this time the petrification spell was a little different from what the wizards usually used, and contained terrible dark magic and curses. In short, Tom Sr. sold the Leaky Cauldron to get enough medical bills, and you know, there is no such thing as an insurance company in the wizarding world.

Although the "benevolent" new owner still let old Tom continue to run his own bar, but watching the bar he has opened all his life change owners when he is old, it always makes him not very happy, especially this injury has left him with a lot of sequelae, until now, he feels that the joint is not very strong, as long as he moves, it is like sandpaper rubbing, fortunately he can still speak, so this has become his best pastime at the moment.

As for the guy who was busy at the counter, to be honest, he was also shocked when he saw this thing for the first time--------- an alchemy puppet!

This human-looking thing has the same nimble hands and feet as a normal person, but it doesn't have the self-consciousness that humans should have, and as long as it has enough magic, it doesn't need to rest, and of course, it doesn't need to be paid.

In fact, old Tom did not want to get such a fellow, but the high price discouraged him many times, and the knowledge contained in it was even more unattainable, and this new master was undoubtedly a great power in this regard, in fact, this puppet should be the handiwork of that master. Simple and functional, stripped of the useless bells and whistles, but sturdy as a cow.

"Ah, Mr. Bogin, and Mr. Goldmine, how do you have time to come?"

While Old Tom was enjoying his afternoon leisure, the two of them who came in were like the wind with ice chips, blowing away his sleepiness.

The two people, one tall and one short, the head that was so oily that even a fly could not stand, the black robe, and the faint condescending coercion, clearly told him the identity of the person who came.

"Hehe, old Tom, I've been so busy lately, I forgot to talk to you about it, and find another time." Mr. Borgin said.

He took something out of the pocket of his robe, put it on the counter, and said, "I think you're no stranger to it." ”

"Well, of course, Mr. Borgin, this is Mr. Dracula's, and I'll take them over." Old Tom said respectfully.

With the creaking of joints, Old Tom and the two of them pushed open a door behind the counter, revealing the room behind.

It was a walled patio on all sides, where the gateway to the Muggle world was located.

"Gentlemen, I think you're in need of some dress-up, especially Mr. Goldmine." Old Tom said.

"Oh, I know." Mr. Bogin waved the stick of civilization in his hand, and with a thud, his robe turned into an old-fashioned suit, and then he grabbed it, and a wide-brimmed top hat appeared in his hand. Wearing politeness, he looked like a standard English gentleman with some old-fashioned attitudes.

As for Mr. Goldmine, he directly took out a bottle of compound medicine and drank it, and immediately turned into a well-dressed bald old man, uh, the kind that looked very rich.

"Uh, Mr. Goldmine, I don't want you to use this disguise." Old Tom exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Churchill, the former Muggle Prime Minister, had returned to the arms of God in 1965, more than 3o years ago."

"Oh, damn it." "The person who sold me this potion promised me that it would make me a big man in the Muggle world. ”

"Alright, we're running out of time." Chen Ping frowned, took out a small bottle of potion, and handed it to Mr. Goldmine.

This time, a handsome young man with an incomparably evil charm stood in front of the two.

"Merlin is on top." Tom gasped, and the older people had a deep enough impression of the face in front of them.

"Tom Riddle ......"

Exiting the door of the Leaky Cauldron in the Muggle world, Bogin and Goldmine appeared at the door of a large bookstore, and between this bookstore and a nearby record store was the entrance to the wizarding world of Britain.

Take out the arrow-like marker, which is glowing with a faint red light.

While the gold mine was still looking around, an elongated Lincoln sedan drove up from behind and stopped beside the two men, the window slowly lowered, revealing the face of a young man.

It was a young and handsome face, with pale skin and bright red lips, with that traditional aristocratic nobility and pride.

"Is it Mr. Borgin, and is this gentleman?"

"That's right, it's us." Mr. Borgin nodded.

The young man smiled and said, "My name is A1ucard, and I am here to wait for the two of you and welcome them to the meeting place. ”

"Alucardo?" Mr. Borgin was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Who is Count Vlad Dracula?" ”

"That's the great-grandfather, but he's a duke now." The young man replied shyly and proudly.

"Oh, is Mr. Vlad still alive?" Mr. Borgin said with some surprise.

"Yes, 8o years ago, the great-grandfather of the family was awakened from his slumber by Prince Fanzhuo, and then we were incorporated into Fanzhuo, and then, we went to the Americas, and it was not until more than a year ago that we returned to Europe." Young man.

"Mr. Alucardo, where is the meeting taking place, or is it in London?" Gold Mine asked.

"Ah, no, because there are a lot of customers and a lot of good things this time, in order to avoid accidents, the venue of this trade fair is Paris. In order to make your trip comfortable, we have prepared a special plane for you at the London airport.

The extended version of Lincoln drove exceptionally smoothly, and during the conversation, the three of them had arrived at the London airport, different from the usual security procedures, Alucado took the two of them to push open a door directly, and walked directly in from a walkway, and when they came out, it was already a tarmac.

"Although it would be faster to fly directly across the strait with a broom, mount or something, but over the years, as we have become more and more connected with the mortal world, some mortal things have also been adopted and absorbed by us, and this plane is a representative, as long as we sit still, do not need to consume any magic power, and do not need to endure the cold wind in our faces, it will send us to Paris, which is easy and will not be troublesome." Alucado said with some pride.

"Oh, what's the trouble you're talking about?" Mr. Borgin said.

"Hehe, in many ways." "When I was younger, I thought that mortals were just lowly and animal-like food, but it was only after I went to the universities of the Americas that I realized that this view was incorrect, or at least incomplete. Among these mortals, there are also individuals with very outstanding intelligence, who have learned and mastered a powerful power called science, and use this power to change the world. This kind of thinking has a lot of market in our generation, so we chose to work with them and provide them with enough money in exchange for their results. As it turned out, we made the right decision. ”

"However, there are also those who have this power in their possession, and although the Holy See and the Demon Hunters are not as powerful as before, they still have considerable influence among mortals. And because of the existence of such a powerful force as science, the power gap between mortals and us has been narrowed, and with the help of the power of science, those guys can even harm some of the powerful beings among us. So, in general, we try to avoid revealing the difference between us and them as much as possible, so as not to lose unnecessarily. ”

"I really didn't expect that there were such depraved people among your arrogant blood clan, I thought this phenomenon only existed among those degenerate wizards."

A voice full of contempt and disdain rang out from the cabin in front of you.

"That's because his mother was a lowly mudblood, hehe, I'm getting more and more fond of it." Another young voice said.

Alucardo's pale face flushed with anger: "Bicester Bruch, I don't mind pulling your tongue out of your mouth if you don't want it anymore." ”

"And before I do, I'll break your neck." A young man with the same pale face stood up from his seat, he was half a head taller than Alucardo, and he was also wearing a suit, Alucado gave people the impression of a polite boy, while Bicester was a bit like the black-clad bodyguard of those big families, with a fierce and bloody aura all over his body.

But the altercation didn't turn into a real brawl, as the three men around Bicester saw Mr. Borgin.

"Bogin, my old fellow, I didn't expect to see you here." A tall middle-aged silver man in the middle was a little reserved.

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