In the UK, pub culture has been ingrained since ancient times.

In an area of town, a bar is often a gathering place for the public, and people from all walks of life find a place to relax.

When it comes to the close connection between the bar and the land, it is difficult to describe it in the history books.

And because there was a time when wizards and Muggles lived together, the pub culture has continued to the wizarding world today, allowing wizards to continue to enjoy this rare leisure time.

Today, Maca made a rare stay at the Pig's Head Bar and enjoyed a "salted mashed potatoes with unknown vegetables" at Aberforth.

Truth be told, Maca wanted to know what those miscellaneous leaves were. Unfortunately, while Aberforth didn't want to explain it, he couldn't taste what the vegetables were because they were overseasoned.

Well, but in general......

"It tastes pretty good."

Maca put down her fork and wiped her mouth, then picked up the butterbeer and rinsed herself.

You can feel that the heavy salty taste in your mouth is diluted by the smooth liquor, and then there is a burst of potato sweetness. This time, it really feels like it's back to basics.

Of course, that was the original taste of the potato, and it had nothing to do with Aberforth's craftsmanship.

As Aberforth put away his plate and took it to the sink, Maca turned around on the stool with her cup in her hand, leaning back against the bar and looking at the bar.

Even though the business of the pig's head bar is nowhere near as popular as the three broomsticks, by the time it gets dark, the number of customers in the store increases.

On weekdays, the customers who come here are still the same as before, and most of them are hidden heads.

Some of us drank alone, and some only whispered to acquaintances who came together...... The alchemy contest is over, and the hustle and bustle of outsiders is soon gone, and the gray tones have once again occupied this small piece of dirty treasure.

Maca has enjoyed the feeling, especially in recent times, when he needs a realm where he can truly relax without any worries.

"Let's go see Delphi another day......"

For Voldemort's daughter, he is still more concerned.

In fact, he now understands Dumbledore's feelings a little, for the black-haired boy found in the orphanage, Dumbledore can be regarded as having half his life.

Now, Maca doesn't really believe in the influence of genetics on personality, but she can't help but want to pay more attention to it herself.

After all, Delphi's kid was different from other troubles, and at least half of the decision to keep her there was also his hand.

After setting an itinerary for herself when she wanted to relax, Maca took another sip of the drink in her glass, remembering for a moment what she had said to Aberforth.

Yes, he said that he was a little "bored", which is naturally a big truth.

However, Aberforth is not the kind of character who is good at comforting others, and he himself knows that until this point. So, he didn't say anything about it, but refilled him with another bottle of butterbeer.

Seriously, Maca was glad that Aberforth didn't pursue his rare negative behavior. Because what he needed was not persuasion or comfort, but a brief listening.

As for the troubles and depressions in his heart, most of them had to be relieved by himself. Then, what should be done, he will still do it silently step by step.

By now, all those disturbances had become entangled with everything around him.

If he were to be a thriving tree, the soil in which he took root was Hogwarts, and the denser the foliage on the ground, the more intertwined the rhizomes beneath it.

If he wants to get out halfway, it is already impossible for him.

“…… A lot of things are predestined from the beginning," Maca sighed casually as she held her glass, "Maybe it's actually one of the characteristics of the rules of time, right?" ”

"Little brother, what's the matter? At such a young age, you are starting to feel nostalgic for life? ”

Just as Maca was secretly laughing at herself, not even forgetting to engage in some magical theories and conjectures, a witch covered in black veils came over and sat beside him.

"Do you want my sister to teach you some real 'life lessons'? Early tomorrow morning, little brother, you will definitely thank my sister for my ......"

Listening to the sweet and greasy voice, the corners of Maca's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Mundungus," he said without even glancing to his side, "why don't you go and resell your second-hand crucible, and come to me with some 'experienced' big sister?" With this spare time, you can find a wife first and then play this set, okay? ”

If you want to talk about the most unobtrusive of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, it is this Mundungus Fledge. Perennial at the bottom of the wizarding world, tossing all kinds of inconspicuous business, but also a "basic skills" quite solid news dealer.

"Huh?" The black gauze witch immediately lowered her voice and said, "Maca, how did you recognize me?" I feel like I'm already mimicking the same voice, huh? ”

To be honest, Mundungus does have a knack for disguise, and there is no element of magic from head to toe. Even his female voice was practiced by his own voice, and Maca didn't sense any associated magic fluctuations.

But just as Muggles can distinguish each individual according to their DNA profile, wizards have similar, but distinct, individual differences in their own magic.

If you want to disguise yourself in front of Maca, if you don't have the ability to even manage to change the magic fluctuations, it will be meaningless.

It's just that this is one of his big secrets, and there is nothing to say about Mondongues.

"Do you think a witch dressed like this would come and talk to a boy who is not yet an adult?" Maca said angrily.

"Hey!" When Montungus heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "The surface is cold, the heart is hot, isn't this the most wonderful gap?" Well...... Seriously, are you the slightest bit excited? It's just a little bit ......."

"Nope." Maca replied decisively, and then turned around, "Since you're here, tell me about the recent movements in the British wizarding world!" It also saves Lupin from having to pick and choose from the messages you send you - that's a lot of trouble! ”

Hearing Maca say this, Montungus couldn't help but be a little more serious.

In the hearts of the Order of the Phoenix, Maca has a higher status than anyone else today. Because in the darker period of the past, his decisions have made the Order of the Phoenix almost not lose its personnel, and even the highly effective healing potion he left in Black's old mansion has saved more than one life.

Now, when Voldemort has become a thing of the past, it is the presence of Maca that can connect the members who have returned to ordinary life without a trace.

"Lately...... Of course, it's not a big deal, thanks to you......" Mundungus said with his usual compliment, and then, "if there's anything worth mentioning, it's the south—that's what I came to tell you about." ”

He thought for a moment, quickly gathered his thoughts, and continued: "There is a gathering area of wizards on both sides of the Strait of Dover, you know that...... We have more foreign wizards on our side of the UK, and judging from what they have brought, they must have come from the French wizarding world across the Channel......"

Maca nodded.

"Did you go underground to dump the goods?"

Naturally, he said that it was the black market located under London, and almost every day, a group of foreign wizards would come running over with private goods, which could be regarded as contributing to the circulation of goods in the British wizarding world.

And Mundungus also understood that when Maca said this, he was actually asking him: Isn't this a normal thing? What's wrong with that?

Realizing this, Mundungus immediately moved closer.

"There are restockings, but it seems that their main purpose is not this...... he whispered, "I was told that the gang had entered the Dark Spirit Pavilion twice, and each time there were a few more people in the team. ”

At this point, he paused before saying, "I think, they should go to the Dark Spirit Pavilion to find someone!" ”

The groups and individuals listed for employment in the Dark Spirit Pavilion are not cheap, but correspondingly, with the Dark Spirit Pavilion as an intermediary, the employment agreement and service level will be much more reliable.

At the beginning, even Voldemort went to "borrow" people when he lacked combat power under his hands, which shows that the Dark Spirit Pavilion is still famous in the gray area of the wizarding world.

"And then?" Maca pondered the matter for a moment, and then asked, "If I hadn't noticed any critical anomalies, you wouldn't have mentioned it on my side, would you?" ”

"Hey, that's you," Mundungus chuckled through the black veil, "You cleaned up a group of people at the gates of Hogwarts during the Alchemy Tournament, didn't you?" The men's outfits were very similar to those recorded on Lupin's side - they were all black robes, and they seemed to be similar in style. ”

"The bald head?"

Maca frowned - he didn't expect that the small and small thing at that time might lead to something to follow.

"Any more information? Even if it's not accurate," he asked, "for example, what their movements and patterns are in the British wizarding world?" ”

"Not really," replied Mundungus without thinking, "the men are hard to follow...... A few of my old friends just saw that something was wrong with them and wanted to follow them to get some information before changing hands, but in the end they were all chased and lost in the same alley area. ”

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help but think about it carefully, and after a while, she waved her hand gently.

"Tell the 'family', don't send your own people to investigate this matter first, it may be dangerous."

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