While Maca was being interviewed by reporters in the minister's office at the top of the Ministry of Magic, a slightly rickety figure suddenly appeared near the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, the old phone booth in front of an abandoned car park in London.

To be honest, it's a relatively remote corner of the city, but it's not like no one ever passes by. But even so, the seemingly eye-catching phone booth seems to be non-existent, and few people will turn their heads to look at it when they pass by.

Obviously, there was magic there, and Muggles couldn't see it.

But today, a man dressed as a Muggle, also in front of the phone booth, paused in front of the phone booth, and seemed to hesitate to look at his appearance of stopping and glancing at the place.

"Tsk."

A moment later, the man in his coat and felt hat smacked his tongue slightly, as if he were pacing unpleasantly in front of the telephone booth. Then, he pressed the brim of his hat again, lowered his head slightly and passed the phone booth, and slowly left the other end of the abandoned parking lot.

After a short time, the man walked into an alley across the parking lot and disappeared without anyone nearby.

To say that this man's intentions are obvious, he came for the phone booth, and of course, he is going to the Ministry of Magic building buried deep in London.

It's just a pity that the other party seems to know very well that the Ministry of Magic has entered a state of martial law for twenty-four hours, and it is really not easy to sneak in.

And it took about ten minutes, at the entrance of the black market, which was also located underground in London but had long been different from the past, the man's slightly depressed figure suddenly appeared in the sparse crowd of people.

It has to be said that the confrontation between Maca and Helbo here almost turned this underground town that has lasted for hundreds of years into a dead city.

However, even though many people have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light under a series of arrangements from the Ministry of Magic to settle down in a new settlement, there are still wizards who do not want to leave and return afterwards.

For example, the elf organization Dark Spirit Pavilion, which has established itself in the black market since a long, long time ago.

I remember that after the entrance to the underground black market was destroyed by Helbo, the main force that transferred the people trapped in the black market and urgently needed to escape from the black market was these goblins in the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

And after that catastrophe was over, the elves of the Dark Spirit Pavilion simply opened a new entrance for those who needed to enter and exit.

Of course, since this passage is opened by a goblin known as the "miser", needless to say, it naturally has to be charged.

But fortunately, those goblins seem to have taken into account that the flow of people in and out of the black market is much smaller now, and in order to earn more popularity, the fees they set are not too high.

"Three west can be a certificate, only for one in and one out; One Galleon, one weekly card, unlimited times for seven days! ”

Even if the goblins in the Dark Spirit Pavilion have already been rich in their savings over the years, these little guys are still very picky, and even the ticket money likes to add a little marketing acumen to it.

But seriously, this little trick really works.

You know, one gold galleon is equal to seventeen silver sicos. On the surface, it seems that there is a big discount for buying a weekly card, after all, if you buy a one-time certificate every day, you may need twenty-one sicos in a week.

So, the words "unlimited" are really appealing.

But many people who buy weekly passes forget that they often don't come to the black market every day, and even two or three times a week is too much.

And for those who want to use it hard and use enough money after buying a weekly card, those goblins in the Dark Spirit Pavilion will naturally be even happier, because it will naturally bring a great boost to their other businesses.

Therefore, it must be said that these goblins are really geniuses in trading.

By the way, this man in the felt hat mixed in with the queue at the entrance of the passage is one of those "poor people" who were fooled by the tricks of the goblins into buying a weekly card.

"Oh, welcome to the black market, my wizard friend...... Thank you, please take your weekly card, there is still a full three-day expiration date, please pay attention to repurchase when it expires! ”

The goblin who was standing at the exit of the passage on the black market side and stamped the entry card took the card and checked it, and quickly handed it back to the man. And as he passed, the elf shouted in his sharp voice:

"Those who repurchase with expired weekly cards will have a value-for-money card discount of one Xike!"

In the team, there were some wizards who were more sensible in consumption and couldn't help but pull the corners of their mouths when they heard the sound - these damn goblins are really good at making money!

But even if they know it, they won't be full enough to remind others.

Not to mention the proverb that says, "A trade that obstructs a person is the same as a brother who kills a person" - this is a black market, who would have the bluster to let others be deceived?

The man listened to the screams of "Welcome to the Black Market" coming from behind him, and didn't stop at the Dark Spirit Pavilion for long. When they got out of the hall and came out into the street, they went straight to the alleyway on the side of the street.

In fact, from this moment on, it is obvious that the underground black water has indeed bid farewell to the prosperity of the past. Not only are there fewer pedestrians on the streets, but even many of the shops on the streets have not reopened after they were closed.

However, perhaps because the underground black market is no longer as secret as it used to be, there are many more wizards dressed in ordinary clothes among the sporadic passers-by walking the streets.

I remember that in the past, the people who would come to the black market were basically some guys who covered their heads and faces, and many of them were engaged in shady jobs.

Hopefully, in many years, it will be completely connected to the wizarding world on the surface, so that the black market will no longer be a gray area that can only thrive in the shadows.

Unfortunately, I don't know how long it will be before it happens.

It didn't take long for the lone man in the felt hat to walk down a certain alley to the deepest part of the alley. And when he drew his wand and tapped a few times on a section of the brick wall at the bottom of the alley, he saw that the brick wall had suddenly sunken down, revealing a thick wooden door.

It can be seen that there are still a few crooked words written on the old wooden door - "Sleeping Dragon Bar".

Seeing this, the man immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the wooden door open. And as soon as he stepped through the door of the bar, he was immediately drowned out by the overwhelming noise.

It's a bar that used to be quite popular, especially for young people, who often come here to vent their excess energy.

But now, there are obviously fewer people here, and only the deafening restless dance music still echoes in the ears.

When the man entered, he first glanced subconsciously towards the dance floor.

I remember that when I came here yesterday, there was only one Meiwa dancer working here. Presumably, the bar owner thought that it was too cold to have only one girl, so he went through a lot of effort to find another one.

Looking at the graceful posture of the two beautiful babies in the dim light, the man couldn't help but take off the felt hat on his head and flick the hair that was flattened by the hat.

It was only then that it was discovered that the man was actually Martin who had been hiding in Tumbledown Alley before, and it seemed that Kingsley had fully recovered from his injuries.

"A clergyman's stout, hurry!"

Martin walked over to the bar and yelled at the bar, and immediately saw a house-elf on the stool inside, and quickly placed a jar filled with black liquor in front of him.

When he craned his neck, he poured the cold liquor into his throat, and in a few moments he had already put the whole beer into his empty stomach pouch.

Then, accompanied by a wine burp, Martin exhaled as if he was about to vent his inner boredom.

"Bang!"

The sound of wine glasses on the bar is almost inaudible in the boisterous dance music.

"Muriel...... The one who rescued that little witch from the Ministry of Magic dungeon should have been Pansy Parkinson, right? He frowned and growled in exasperation, "Parkinson...... Why don't you rescue Muriel by the way! ”

As Maca expected, Martin could easily guess what was going on with the disappearance of the suspect from the Ministry of Magic, and it was clear that he was quite angry right now.

Pansy's half-successful secret rescue operation has led to a state of martial law for the Ministry of Magic, making it difficult for Martin to save Muriel these days.

"Damn it!"

Slamming the glass again, Martin pushed it in and shouted in a louder voice than before:

"One more drink!"

Truth be told, this noisy bar is a great place to vent, and it's hard to hear what you're saying, even when you're yelling.

However, the underground black market is no longer what it used to be, and even the Sleeping Dragon Bar, which used to be overcrowded in the past, is now a little deserted.

So, no one could hear what Martin was saying, but his large movements and angry demeanor were clearly visible in the eyes of some of the customers who were looking at him.

And among them, there happened to be a short figure in a black cloak who seemed to care about him very much, and looked here several times in a row.

After a while, I didn't know what the other party was thinking, so I suddenly stood up and walked slowly in the direction of the bar where Martin was.

"Hmm...... Sure enough, is this guy also one of the teacher's students? ”

The short wizard walked slowly behind Martin and stared at his back for a long time before whispering to himself.

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