For the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic is the world of order, which represents the positive.

But there are always some people who can only survive in the shadows.

Hence the existence of places like the Dark World and the Black Market.

The Banshee Bar is such a place where all the people wanted by the Ministry of Magic or hunted down finally gathered.

The land of America is already barbaric, and the first people to arrive here saved the first pot of gold by blood debt in the initial capital accumulation.

The history of the Banshee Bar can be traced back to the days of the Golden Development of the Americas.

It's just that at that time, the Banshee Bar was not called that, and the Banshee Bar at that time was not a gathering place for the dark world.

Or rather, at that time, the whole of America was a dark mess, and the Banshee Bar naturally wouldn't be illegal.

However, the order in the Americas gradually stabilized, and the position of the Banshee Bar also changed from time to time.

Now, like the black market in England, you can only live in the shadows.

One thing that is different from Europe is that the Americas have their own national conditions, and the Banshee Bar is not a completely illegal organization, as long as they don't leave their own one-third of an acre of land, basically no one will come to the door to find trouble.

This has allowed the black market business in the Americas to flourish.

It's not so much that the Banshee Bar is located right in the middle of the Black Market Street, but that the entire Black Market Street is developed around the Banshee Bar.

No matter how eagerly the black market in the Americas develops at this age, each state has its own magical black market.

Banshee Bars and Black Market Street have relied on their long history to sit firmly in the top spot of the big brother.

Speaking of the Banshee Bar, its previous name is already difficult to decide, and the old guys of that group have also gone to the realm of death early.

Its current name has been carefully revised, having been changed when the Muggle governments in the Americas were building their capitals.

It is said that the bar's proprietress is a powerful banshee, so it was renamed Banshee Bar.

It has its current status, firstly because of its long qualifications, and secondly because of the current owner of the bar, the mysterious banshee.

If it weren't for such a powerful existence sheltering here, Glitter really didn't believe that such a domineering country in the Americas would allow a group of ditch gouging guys to live here in peace.

The entry into the Black Market Street is simple but effective, with a large, rusty lock locked on an overgrown dilapidated building.

This kind of dilapidated place is not uncommon in this part of the Americas.

Coupled with the Muggle Expulsion Charm, it is a good way to prevent any Muggles from straying in.

The wizards' way of entering is to open the Alaho Cave, and the spell unlocks the lock, and the dilapidated structure will crack open in place, revealing the hidden Banshee Bar Black Market Street behind it.

Gretel drove in and was not at all conspicuous.

Because compared to the old-fashioned old England, the people here are much more open-minded.

Muggle cars have long been nothing of a rarity.

The streets are littered with magically modified cars parked on the side of the road.

An off-road man with the hood open is trying to swallow the wheels of the family sedan in front of him into his stomach.

On the other side, two grumpy magical creation cars were staring at each other menacingly, and the roaring sound of engines echoed through the street.

A few drunken wizards on the side of the road, holding bottles of wine that they didn't want to loose, laughed and urged the two cars to crash into each other.

"Well, that's 'free'." Glitter drove slowly, sighing in his mouth.

"Hey, the one over there, Fresh Fish, do you want to save your car? A Galleon an hour and I promise, good value for money. ”

Gretel responded by leaning against a capital P stop sign and greeting him.

On the big stop sign, in addition to the stop sign, a dynamic picture of reversing into the garage is also drawn with magic.

Gretel stepped on the brakes and thought about it, but the car was Garnell's personal property, and he needed to protect it for others.

Anyway, he's going to inquire about the news here, and it's really unnecessary to drive.

With that in mind, Glitter drove the car under the parking sign.

"Newcomer, don't worry, old Jim will be able to take care of your car, come with me."

After speaking, he opened the roller shutter behind him, and the Traceless Stretch Spell expanded into a huge parking lot in a small shop.

And there are not a few cars parked now.

There was also a small pavilion next to the parking lot, and an old black man with white hair was leaning against the wall and napping.

"Hey, old Jim, I'm here to bring you business."

His voice was loud, but old Jim was very old, and after several times, he woke up, touched a pair of eyes, and put them on slowly.

However, instead of looking at the parking boy who was close at hand, he passed him and turned his gaze to Gretel.

"Guest, one gold galleon per hour, less than one hour will be counted as one hour."

Gretel didn't make sense, firstly, he didn't know the rules here, and secondly, he wasn't short of money.

Seeing that Gretel did not refuse, the old man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly opened a list and threw it to Gretel.

"Stop and pick up the car, recognize the order and don't recognize the person."

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"Interesting."

The roller shutter closed again, and the parking boy leaned back against the huge stop sign, and Grett folded the parking ticket and stuffed it into his pocket.

It's hard to imagine that the Americas have such a high level of puppet technology.

If he hadn't seen the magic line linking the parking boy and old Jim, he wouldn't have noticed that the parking boy was actually a magic puppet made from a corpse.

Gretel wasn't here to hang out, though, he had important business to attend to.

Before leaving Leprechaun International Bank, Fred told him a piece of news.

Banshee Bar Black Market Street, recently there are often 'dawn' people appearing, and they are still recruiting people in the bright light.

It's just a strange place, that is, they all claim to be 'Dawn', but they are a bit of the same thing, and they often fight because of recruitment.

Everyone is saying that they are the dawn of the real thing.

That's what Gretel is here for.

He doesn't know anything else, but he can be said to know everything about Dawn.

The Americas, in recent years, are not on the dawn of development.

Even now, they don't even have any plans to set up a branch here.

All the members of the Americas Division are working on their own, and many of them don't even have the task of gathering intelligence.

So, after hearing the news from Fred, Gretel decided to come here.

After dark, many wizards will come to the black market street to find excitement, and at that time, the black market street dawn propaganda craze.

Glitter looked at the time, then at the sky, and decided to go to the landmark of Black Market Street, the Banshee Bar, to check in first.

After all, when he crossed the street and successfully entered the black market, he was marked.

……

Banshee Bar, located in the middle of the Black Market Street.

This is also the busiest area of the whole street.

Unlike the rest of the street, the Banshee Bar looks much cleaner.

There wasn't even a few fallen leaves or a few gravels at the doorway.

The old wooden tavern still bears the traces of being burned and chiseled by an axe.

A brass bell, worn down to the dim by time, hung high on the lintel, and every time someone entered, there was a crisp crashing sound.

Time seems to have stood still in the past, but it has reached an eerie harmony with the modern architecture around it.

Gretel observed, pushed the door open, and walked in.

At this time, the atmosphere of the bar has not become very eager.

But there were already a lot of people sitting inside.

Before Gretel could take a closer look, he saw a familiar figure in the bar.

Florin.

Once the most mysterious in Diagon Alley, the owner of Florin's cold drink shop.

Within days of the news of Voldemort's resurrection, Flolin's cold drink shop, not far from the telecommunications store, was hastily closed, with no sign of reopening.

Glitter knew that he was from Kunlun, but he didn't expect to meet him in the Americas now.

And also turned into a bartender, tsk tsk, the owner of the shop, Flolin, became the bartender Flolin.

Gretel bets that Florin definitely accepted Kunlun's order to appear here, but he doesn't know what the mysterious Kunlun is sending Florin here to do.

Is there a connection between him and those 'dawns' who attract people, or in other words, is there a shadow of Kunlun behind this matter.

Gretel was able to recognize him because Glitter had planted a beacon on him early, and he had planned to find time to find a good sense of Kunlun's existence from Florin.

Glitter knew that Florin would move away, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Before he could finish the matter at hand, news came from Diagon Alley that the cold drink shop was closed.

Florin was hiding her identity and appearing here, as did Gretel, but it was clear that Florin didn't recognize Gretel.

"Guest, come and see what to drink, we have drinks from all over the world here, and the mysterious oriental is no exception, as long as you want to drink, we have everything here."

Florin expertly wiped the glass in her hand and greeted Gretel with a smile on her face.

Gretel was stunned, to be honest, he had been a neighbor of Floring's cold drink shop for a long time, and this was the first time he had seen Florin smile so warmly at an adult.

In the past, only children who came to the store could be warmly received by Flolin.

When the adults arrived at the cold drink shop, they were greeted only by hired clerks.

"Just a glass of ice water." Gretel sat down at the bar, her hands crossed on the countertop.

"Chenghui, two silver Xike."

It seems that there are indeed a lot of weirdos in the bar, and Florin heard that Gretel only needs ice water, and he didn't even have much mood fluctuations, so he quickly handed over Gretel's ice water.

Gretel snapped, was silent for a moment, and then put it back.

Should I say that the water glasses in this bar are soaked in alcohol, and a glass of ice water can smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

Of course, Glitter wasn't afraid that the residual alcohol would get him drunk, he just didn't like the taste of alcohol.

Besides, at his level, a little drink, a little alcohol, he can quickly transpire through his pores, okay.

Glitter patted her dizzy forehead and rubbed her flushed cheeks, "May I ask you, is the owner, Madame Vera, in the bar?" I want to visit her. ”

Florin looked at it, with a wide forehead, a high nose, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a beard, a gray leather coat, and spike-wheel boots and jeans.

I haven't seen it, it seems to be a newcomer.

However, are the newcomers so brave now?

When did this kind of thing dare to disturb Lady Vera?

He didn't even inquire before he came to the bar, why was this black market street called the Banshee Bar Black Market Street?

But he had no obligation to advise, just pointed to a narrow wooden ladder next to the bar, and said in a loud voice.

"Madame Vera is upstairs, feel free to go up."

Glitter shrugged his shoulders and stepped on it indifferently.

It's just that, seeing Gretel step on the wooden ladder, the whispered conversation that existed in the entire bar disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the newcomer look for death.

The Banshee, who has the most seductive looks in the world, has been an indispensable player in this bar every day since Vera took over the tavern.

Many people want to have a profound exchange with the banshee that will last a lifetime.

That's what happened at the time, and Madame Vera had been living alone on the second floor of the bar.

Anyone can go up from the wooden ladder, but the consequences are not for everyone to bear.

In those years, people who went upstairs were either limbs broken or killed on the spot, and no one had ever actually walked up to the second floor.

The more people die, the less anyone wants to try anymore.

No matter how good a beauty is, it's no better than her own life.

Gretel, a newcomer, naturally didn't know the news.

But the rest of the people in the bar, who started drinking at this point, were regular customers of the bar.

As soon as they saw that Glitter had really stepped on it, they made eye contact, and they completed a gamble.

They didn't bet on whether Glitter would go up at all, because it wasn't possible, and no one had ever succeeded in all these years.

The last person to step on the stairs was twenty years ago, and the consequence of that person was 'liver and brain'.

So they bet on whether Gretel can save his life.

One-step~

Two steps~

Three steps~

When Gretel's figure completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, everyone gasped.

In an instant, he took out his mobile phone, contacted his friends, and went to the Banshee Bar to watch the excitement.

The others were just a little shocked, and Florin was a little sluggish.

What others don't know, he really does.

Even with his back to Kunlun, when he came in as a bartender, he experienced a lot of trouble.

To be honest, if it were someone else, Eight Achievements would have been killed by Lady Vera.

That glamorous, terrifyingly powerful banshee really hates people intruding into her private domain.

You know, he just accidentally fell down the stairs.

From the stairs to the second floor, where no one had ever been, Vera counted it all in her private domain.

ps: On the fifth day of yang, new symptoms were added, the sense of smell failed, 6

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