As an important place with a mission to connect the Muggle world with the wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron is open almost 24 hours a day.

But of course, even if the bar's owner, Tom Sr., didn't think the duty was great, he probably wouldn't have curtailed the bar's opening hours.

After all, it is precisely because many people will pass by him, lodging, dining, or providing afternoon tea to travelers. Even if it was just for more gold gallons, he wouldn't be willing to close the store.

Right now, Pansy, who had just goblung off the bus, pushed open the black wooden door of the bar and walked in softly with Elully, who was half-blooded.

Probably because the wound on her back shoulder was pulled from time to time, her brow was always involuntarily slightly frowned, making people look unhappy.

"Knock knock!"

"Carl, is there any room left upstairs?"

Pansy reached out and knocked on the bar table, waking up the middle-aged wizard who was dozing off in it - Tom Sr., the owner of the Vixen Bar, was usually in charge of serving customers during the day, and in the middle of the night, the night shift was usually replaced by Carl.

However, compared to old Tom, who was clumsy but always very enthusiastic, the guy in front of him was somewhat absent-minded.

"Huh?"

I saw that the middle-aged wizard opened his eyes in a daze, sat behind the bar with a dull gaze and shook his head, and then nodded with a snort:

"Oh yes. There are five more upstairs...... No, no, it seems to be four? Ah, would I like to open one for you? Planning to stay here for a few days? ”

"One night will do," Pansy didn't talk much nonsense, and directly paid for the accommodation, "I'm going to go out in a moment, you just give me the key." ”

"I don't have to help you with your luggage or anything...... Oh, both of them look like they're empty, so that's a no-brainer! ”

Karl hummed vaguely, took the coins in one hand, and immediately took a bunch of keys from a drawer under the bar with the other.

"Go up the stairs to the third room on the right...... Ah no, it seems to be the second room? Anyway, you'll find out for yourself when the time comes! He was talking with his eyelids drooping, and suddenly added, as if he remembered something, "By the way, there is still some bean soup cooked by old Tom in the kitchen, and I will bring it to you two to warm up in a moment......"

Before he could finish speaking, Carl's heavy eyelids finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he fell asleep again.

"You go up first!"

Seeing this, Pansy pouted slightly unhappily before handing the key to Illuri.

"I'm going out right now, and I'll be back soon."

"Oh no! How can this be? Iluri said sharply, "You're ...... because of me If I hadn't dragged you down, you wouldn't have had to suffer this sin! Buy...... When it comes to shopping, let me come and go! ”

Although it was late at night, there were still many drinkers in the bar drinking and chatting in twos and threes, so that Iruli did not dare to speak too clearly.

And after volunteering to buy a healing potion for Pansy, she cautiously adds:

"And...... Miss Parkinson, although you have cleaned the blood stains off your clothes, you can still smell a little blood if you smell it carefully. I don't think it's safe to move around Tumbledown Alley at night. ”

"Will it be safe for you to go?" Pansy couldn't help but say, "Your wand was lost at the church a long time ago, and now you're like a Squib, aren't you?" ”

But in this regard, Iruli shook her head silently, and then flipped the hood behind her back.

"Look...... It's rare to get along with someone and a goblin, right? ”

Like house-elves, elves have a talent that allows them to cast powerful enough magic without relying on a wand, and they also have a very different temper than house-elves.

As a result, wizards are reluctant to provoke them, even though they feel that goblins are inferior creatures. After all, no one would want to let a goblin who likes to hold grudges target him for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that if only Iruli could have been more proud when she said this—looking at her lack of confidence, one would always think that she might as well inherit the character of a goblin directly.

At the very least, the goblin's unprovoked pride and contempt for people are very similar to the pretentious pure-bloods among wizards.

However, if Iruli can say this, she undoubtedly wants to win a chance to repay Pansy. Thinking that this might deepen their friendship, Pansy finally agreed to her request.

"Okay!" Miss Parkinson smiled and said, "Hmm...... Then you take my wand first! It may be a little unsuitable, but it's better than nothing...... I'll wait for you in my room first. ”

Watching Illuria hurry towards the back door with small steps, until she was out of sight, Pansy finally let out a long breath as if she had been holding back for a long time.

To be honest, she really wasn't used to the seemingly gentle tone before.

Not to mention, she grew up with a standard pureblood upbringing. As for the hybrid offspring of humans and magical creatures like Eruli, her views are not as extreme as those of her parents, but they are still somewhat despised.

"Knock knock!"

Cold, Pansy reached out again and slammed the top of the bar like a gong.

"Carl, a glass of Belgian raspberry beer, on the rocks!"

"Huh? Oh...... Do you need ice in this weather? Miss...... Are you serious? ”

This wet spring night in London, England, may be a little colder than people think.

……

Not to mention that Pansy plans to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron Bar with a wound, in order to clear her slightly troubled mind with the cold and frothy liquor. On the other side, Draco, who had already completed his mission, had returned to Hogwarts and stood in front of Maca's door with some reluctance.

In fact, he had been standing there for more than three minutes, and every time he tried to reach out and knock on the door, he couldn't help but put his arm down again at the last moment.

In the room, Maca was staring at the flames licking the bottom of the flask, not showing much concern for Mr. Malfoy, who was standing outside the door.

In the condenser tube connected to the flask, thick steam billows through the serpentine tube, turning into droplets of clear water and flowing into another airtight flask next to it.

As long as it goes through a few more rounds of distillation and purification, the concentration of the elixir may reach several times higher than that of the potion refined from the crucible, and it is believed that even with the resistance of the basilisk, it will be tricked.

Of course, the repurification of the fidelity agent in this way requires very high temperature control. Even with his perception of magic, he needed to concentrate on maintaining the fire under the beaker.

Right now, Draco was in a daze outside the door, because even if the other party knocked on the door as soon as he came, Maca didn't have the time to open the door and let him in.

However, Mr. Malfoy outside the door was almost a little impatient.

"Parkinson's woman...... Didn't she say that McLean could spot the people in the hallway through the wall? Why haven't you opened the door until now...... Do you have to knock on my door? ”

Yes, out of that rather inexplicable pride, he had to fight even on such a trivial matter as whether to knock on the door or not.

But then again, it was precisely because he couldn't match Maca's level in major matters that he could only seek some satisfaction in this kind of detail first.

As Draco continued to wait stubbornly for a moment, the door in front of him finally opened automatically with a soft sound. Then he heard Maca's voice coming from inside the room.

"Mr. Malfoy, please come in!"

Maca could understand Draco's thoughts, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

In fact, aside from the biased values that the other party cultivated at a young age, Draco's perseverance and persistence in his own concept are still very appreciative of Maca.

Today's Draco Malfoy will at least be much better than his father, who is not very popular.

"McLean," Draco said as he walked into the room with a blank face, speaking as much as he could as equally, "Parkinson has fled with the wizard named Martin. Also, I saw that she helped a 'companion' who was relatively short when my father and I were doing the action, and I think the two of us are still together......"

After explaining Pansy's situation in advance, he continued:

"As for the underground church, my father is still there and the others are inspecting it. If there is a possibility of detection, I believe that my father will secretly interfere with the test results. ”

"Oh, really?" Hearing this, Maca nodded and said, "Thanks to you, it seems that the plan is going very well...... Well, and Miss Parkinson, she's doing pretty well too! ”

"She?" Draco snorted, "My father and I teamed up to deal with that Martin to create a chance for her to intervene, but she chose an inconsequential person to help!" Can this still be said to be 'good'? ”

"Oh, it's really not bad," Maca said with a smile waving her hand, "and it would be too abrupt to start with that Martin...... Don't worry, it's good to just take it one step at a time. I'm sure you can understand it, after all, it's the 'despicable Helbo' standing behind the other party, and it's better to be cautious. ”

With that said, he didn't bother with Draco's awkward look on his face, and raised his hand with a gentle wave.

Immediately, a letter placed on the table flew up automatically, spun in mid-air, and slid leisurely in front of the other party.

"If you say a good reward, you can pick a time to hand it over to your father...... In this way, you Malfoys will be able to restore good relations with the Ministry of Magic at any time. ”

Draco took the envelope casually, but there was a complicated expression on his face.