Hogwarts Homecoming

Amelia was very sure that three tables away from her, there were two wizards meeting each other. The thing one of them brought to the table was the horn of a poison horn. This thing is a Class B contraband, rare and dangerous.

The reason for its rarity is that the number of large beasts like the Poison Horned Beast is not particularly large, and the horns of the Poison Horned Beast are non-renewable. If the Poison Horned Beast loses its horn, it will not grow another one in its lifetime. Two roots.

The danger is that if it is stored or touched in the wrong way and the lethal liquid hidden in the corner leaks, 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 people who traded it didn't care. The person who bought it threw out a bag of gold. After checking that it was correct, he took away the horn and stuffed it into the wizard's robe casually.

And this dangerous transaction is by no means unique. There are many such high-risk and criminal transactions in the bar hall.

what to do?

Amelia looked confused and a little helpless. Should she arrest these people directly, or rush back now to call for support.

Parliament is currently worried about the extremely dangerous magical animals lost in the Magical Creatures Nature Reserve. If these creatures appear in the No-Maj world, the impact will be catastrophic. And the wizards who trade the horns of poison horns may It's the poachers!

The two people who completed the transaction clinked their glasses with each other, drank the last bit of wine in their glasses, and then stood up and left.

The buyer joined the card game at another table, and the seller, who had received the gold, made no intention of lingering and headed for the door.

Looking at the criminal who was about to pass by her, Amelia swallowed nervously. She didn't notice that her hand had already reached into her pocket.

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

The guy selling the horns stopped when he passed by them. He glanced at Amelia's hand hidden in his pocket sinisterly, then looked at her with malice, and said with a evil smile,

"If it were worth a knut, I'd dig it out!"

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

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

As soon as he entered the bar, the cat who had followed him jumped down from Amosta's shoulders. It scurried back and forth nimbly at the feet of the people coming and going, its ears were drooped and it was now straightened. It seemed like he was asking around for something.

The sale of animal horns also attracted the attention of the cat named Hobi, but after taking a few glances at the horn, he lost interest and went elsewhere to eavesdrop.

Amosta followed it with his eyes until he heard those arrogant words before looking back and said slowly,

"In case the gold I finally earned can't be taken out of this bar."

The trafficker just grinned and wanted to make a mockery. I'm afraid this new guy doesn't understand anything. Hands are absolutely not allowed in the Blind Pig Bar. Otherwise, the bar owner will use all the power at his disposal to hunt him down until he is finally killed. You, but when the handsome young man with gray hair in front of him glanced over in an understatement, the seller was stunned for a moment, and then became honest.

"Sorry, sir—"

The vendor hunched his shoulders and lowered his head.

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

"roll."

Amosta uttered only one word and walked to the free table.

When the vendor saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief. After bowing to Amelia, he lowered his head and quickly left the bar. He didn't open his hunched shoulders until he walked out.

"What's going on, him?"

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

"A wizard who lives 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 they should never mess with.”

Hearing this, Amelia opened her mouth. She really couldn't understand why Amosta, who had completely changed his appearance but still had a gentle aura lingering around him, was not easy to mess with. No, this is not something you need to care about right now!

Amelia's eyes turned to the noisy bar. This place was simply a den of criminals. Since it was so famous, even many young wizards had heard of it, so the security department obviously didn't know about it, but Why would the Aurors allow this to exist? !

"What did you come here to find out?"

Remus knew very well that Amosta would not make this trip specifically because he was curious about this place. Since he came here, there must be a purpose, and the most likely reason was to inquire about information.

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

Amosta sipped the sherry and said with a smile,

"He is the one we need to know urgently, isn't he? I heard about it when I was in Europe. The owner of the Blind Pig Bar knows everything that happens in New York, and his information is better than that of the Magic Congress. .Well, it doesn’t look like it’s home, so we may have to wait a little longer.”

Amelia's lips moved. She didn't quite agree with the rumors Amosta had heard. No one in this land has richer information channels than Congress, and if he wants to know Mr. Graves , you can ask her, right?

But in the end, Amelia said nothing because she also wanted to see what kind of person the person who ran this criminal den was.

Just as Amosta said, they didn't see the mysterious boss for the whole day.

In order to pass the boring waiting time, Amosta even went to a gambling table and played for a while. After winning dozens of galleons, he treated everyone at the gambling table to a drink and then retired. Remus also became 'friends' with the alcoholic wizard who bumped into him when they first walked into the bar through a glass of firewhiskey, and learned a lot of recent interesting stories about New York from him.

Hobi, who followed Amosta in, scurried around for a while, then jumped onto a beam, crawled down with his eyes narrowed, and listened to the conversation in the hall with his ears.

Amelia was the only one sitting on pins and needles, resisting the urge to go back to the Security Department to report to Mr. Graves, feeling tormented in her heart.

The number of customers in the bar changed one after another, until a few blocks away, with the neon lights of the No-Maj world shining through the greasy windows, a figure suddenly apparated and appeared next to the bar of the bar.

It was a goblin who seemed to be in his prime of life, and considering that goblins were creatures that far exceeded the lifespan of wizards, this goblin was at least a hundred years old.

This is different from the people or intelligent magical creatures that appear in the bar. It is just like the elites in Gringotts, wearing a crisp suit and bow tie, and even holding a burning cigar in its long fingers. .

After staying in this bar for almost a day, Amelia saw someone apparate directly into the bar for the first time. This made her quickly understand the identity of this shrewd goblin with a cunning gleam in his eyes. .

Narlak - the owner of the Blind Pig Bar and a well-known figure in the underground wizarding world in the United States.

Like a king, Narlak glanced at his bar - his own kingdom - with a somewhat proud look. After seeing that everything was as usual, he took a long puff of his cigar and blew out a smoke ring into the air.

Hobi, who had been napping for a long time with his eyes squinted on the rafters, came to life the moment Narlak appeared. It purred, leaped, and landed on Amosta's shoulder again, and this... He also succeeded in attracting the goblin's attention to the three Amostas.