Amelia was sure that beyond the three tables from her, there were two wizards who were meeting, and one of them was carrying the horn of a poisonhorn, which was a Class B contraband, and it was rare and dangerous.

The scarcity is due to the fact that the number of large beasts such as poisonhorns is not particularly large, and the horns of poisonhorns are non-renewable, and if the poisonhorn beast loses its horns, it will not grow a second one in its life.

The danger is that if you keep it in the wrong way or touch it, and let the deadly liquid hidden in the corner leak out, the explosion will be enough to overturn the bar!

Amelia stared at the horn, her lips turned white, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead and back, but the two men who traded it didn't care, and the man who bought it threw out a bag of gold, and after the seller checked that it was correct, he took the horn and stuffed it into the wizard's robe.

And this risky trade is by no means unique, as there are several places in the bar lobby where such a high-risk and culpable transaction occurs.

What to do?

Amelia's expression was blank and a little helpless, whether to arrest these people directly, or rush back to call for support now.

The Congress is now overwhelmed by the loss of the Magical Beasts Nature Reserve, and if these creatures appear in the world of No-Maj, the impact will be catastrophic, and the wizard who trades in the horns of the poisonous horns may be poachers!

The two men who had completed the deal touched each other's glasses, and after each drank the last bit of wine in their glasses, they got up and left.

The buyer joined the hand at another table, and the seller, who had the gold, did not intend to linger any longer, but walked towards the door.

Amelia swallowed nervously as she watched the criminal pass by her, not noticing that her hand was in her pocket.

"You should be glad your eyes are worthless, chick!"

The horn seller stopped as he passed by them, and he glanced grimly at the hand that Amelia had hidden in his pocket, and then looked at her with malice, and said with a wicked smile,

"Even if it's worth a nat, I'll dig it up!"

The oncoming ferocity made Amelia tremble violently, and she almost stepped back in panic to draw her wand.

The peddler breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, bowed to Amelia, and quickly left the bar with his head down, until he walked out, and his shrunken shoulders did not open.

The peddler just grinned and wanted to make a mockery, this newcomer probably doesn't understand anything, and it is absolutely not allowed to do anything in the blind pig bar, otherwise, the bar owner will use all the power at his disposal to chase and kill until he finally kills you, but when the handsome little white face with gray hair in front of him swept his eyes lightly, the peddler was stunned at first, and then became honest.

Amosta threw out just one word, and then walked over to the empty table.

As soon as he entered the bar, the raccoon that followed him jumped off Amosta's shoulder, and it scurried nimbly at the feet of the passing crowd, and its ears were now tilted, as if it were asking for something.

Amosta and Remus were already seated, and Amelia hurriedly followed, looking confused and confused.

"If I were you, I would be low-key and humble--"

"What's going on, he"

The peddler craned his shoulders and bowed his head,

"Can I treat you and your friends to a drink, and apologize for my nonsense."

The trade in horns also caught the attention of the cat, named Hobie, but after a few glances at the horn, he lost interest and scurried elsewhere to eavesdrop.

"I'm sorry, sir—"

Amosta followed it until he heard the arrogant words before he withdrew his gaze, and said slowly,

"In case the gold I earned so hard won't be able to get out of this bar."

"Get out."

"A wizard who wanders in this environment must have a keen sense of smell."

Remus smiled and whispered,

"They can tell at a glance who is a newbie and who is someone who must not be messed with."

Hearing this, Amelia opened her mouth suddenly, she really couldn't see that it was a completely different face, but Amosta, who still had a gentle aura lingering around her, couldn't be messed with No, no, this is not something that needs to be cared about at the moment!

Amelia turned her eyes to the noisy bar, this is simply a den of criminals, and since it is so famous, even many young wizards have heard of it, then the Ministry of Security obviously does not know, but why would the Aurors allow this to exist?!

"What are you here to inquire about?"

Remus knew very well that Amosta would not make this trip because he was curious about this place, since he came here, he must have a purpose, and the most likely thing is to inquire about the news.

"Of course I want to hear what the owner of this bar thinks of Grevis,"

Amosta sipped sherry and smiled,

"He's the one we need to know right now, isn't he? I've heard about it when I've been in Europe, and the owner of the Blind Pig Bar knows everything that happens in New York, and it's even better informed than the Magic Congress. Well, it doesn't look like it's at home, so we're afraid we'll have to wait a little longer. ”

Amelia's lips twitched, she didn't quite approve of the rumors that Amosta had heard, there was no one in this land who had more access than Congress, and if he wanted to know about Mr. Grevis, he could have asked her, wouldn't he?

But in the end, Amelia didn't say anything, because she also wanted to see what kind of guy was like who ran this crime den.

As Amosta said, they didn't see the mysterious boss for an entire day.

In order to pass the boring waiting time, Amosta even went to a table to play for a while, and after winning a few dozen Galleons, he invited everyone at the table to have a drink, and then retired. Remus also became 'friends' with the drunkard wizard they bumped into when they first walked into the bar, and learned a lot of recent anecdotes about New York from him.

Hobie, who had followed Amosta in, scurried around for a moment, then jumped onto a beam, squinted and prostrate himself, listening to the conversation in the hall with his ears skewed.

Amelia was the only one sitting on pins and needles, resisting the urge to go back to the Ministry of Security to report to Mr. Grevis, and her heart was tormented.

The bar was filled with a wave of customers, and it wasn't until a few blocks away, through the oily windows of the neon lights of the No-Maji World, that a figure suddenly appeared next to the bar.

It's a goblin, and it looks like he's in the prime of life, and considering that the goblin is a creature that far exceeds the lifespan of a wizard, this goblin is at least a hundred years old.

The person or intelligent creature in the bar was like the elite of Gringotts, dressed in a crisp suit, with a bow tie, and even a burning cigar in his long fingers.

After almost a day in this bar, Amelia saw someone apparition directly into the bar for the first time, which made her quickly realize the identity of a shrewd-looking goblin with a cunning glow in her eyes.

Narlac - the owner of the Blind Pig Bar, a well-known figure in the American underground wizarding world.

Like a king, Narlac swept his own bar, his own kingdom, with a smug gaze, and when he saw that everything was going well, he took a pleasant puff on his cigar and spat out a smoke ring into the air.

Hobie, who had been squinting on the beams of the room and taking a long nap, woke up the moment Narlac appeared, and with a low purring and a leap, it landed on Amosta's shoulders again, which successfully attracted the elf's gaze to the three Amosta.

(End of chapter)