Hogwarts Homecoming

Narlak's eyes fell on Hobi, and he smacked his lips. Judging from his eager eyes, he was obviously very interested in this very good-looking cat nives. Taking advantage of the situation, he glanced at the table. of three guests.

A handsome young man with hair similar in color to the cat's fur, Narlak moved his nose and sniffed the air, and then he confirmed Remus' true identity. The last little witch, Narlak grinned when he caught the hostility in her eyes as she looked at him, as well as the smell emanating from her body.

A stinky smell. The bastard of the Magic Congress, a stupid young man.

Hiss. Interesting.

Narlak took a deep breath from his cigar and exhaled a large cloud of blue, pungent smoke. It noticed that all three people had hidden their true appearance.

Crunch, crunch - Narlak held a cigar in his mouth, turned around and took a glass of beer from the bar, and then slowly walked over dragging a chair.

While the well-informed goblin was observing them, the three of them were also observing Narlak. When he saw it coming, Remus took the initiative to move his stool towards Amelia and make way for him.

When he walked to the table, Narrak nodded slowly to Remus to express his gratitude. Then, it filled the chair it brought with it, put the beer glass on the table, and sat down leisurely. After taking a deep breath of cigar smoke, it nodded elegantly to Amosta,

"I'm honored to have you in our store, Mr. Blaine."

Even experienced wizards like Remus, who had been in the magical world for many years, changed their color slightly at this moment, and their hearts quickened a bit, let alone an unexperienced young man like Amelia.

Amosta smiled faintly. He neither admitted nor denied. He just raised the cup towards Narlak and took a sip.

Ding--

Amosta put down his glass, looked around the bar where he had been staying all day, and smiled slightly indifferently.

"It's nice here."

Narlak leaned forward, pulled out the cigar from his mouth, and smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment. I just want to provide a shelter from the wind and rain for those poor homeless guys, and make a little money by the way. So -"

Narlak glanced at Hobi again, with his ears erect.

"How can I help you, Mr. Blaine? Let me guess, a proper, legal wand with the Wand Licensing Office procedures?"

Amelia's lips suddenly tightened, and her brown pupils cast a sharp look.

Indeed, she did not agree with Mr. Graves confiscating Amosta's wand, but if this goblin dared to blatantly sell fake wands, she vowed to put this guy in jail.

Amosta picked up the wine glass again, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, and then let out a slight exhale.

After looking at the leftovers on the table, Amosta put his hand into his pocket, and after a moment, under Narlak's sly gaze, he took out a handful of Galleons.

A total of ten gold coins as big as hubcaps were lined up on the table, shining with an intoxicating luster under the dim light through the swirling smoke.

But Narlak only glanced at the gold coins and then looked away, shaking his head and smiling shrewdly,

"This is not a wand shop, Mr. Blaine, and if you want something completely legal—"

"I think you misunderstood something, Narlak."

Amosta said calmly,

"That's what we spent in this pub today, I believe it's more than enough to cover our expenses. By the way, your elf is a very good cook and I love the sandwiches it makes."

As he said that, Amosta picked up his coat from the back of the chair and raised his chin to the stunned Remus and Amelia.

"Let's go, we should go back."

Narlak's eyes narrowed, and his square green face looked a little gloomy. He put out his cigar on the plate on the table, and finally called out to Amosta and others before they walked out of the bar. .

"etc."

"how?"

Hobi, who was on his shoulders, tightened Amosta's neck with his two forelimbs. It was obvious that he didn't want Amosta to leave. Amosta pushed away Hobi's paws with his hands and turned his head. He looked at Narlak calmly.

After pondering for a moment, Narlak stood up and snapped his fingers. The leftovers on the table that had not yet been cleared away disappeared in an instant.

"You and your friends have come all the way, don't you know that I would have the honor to treat you to a drink?"

"Oh, don't you need to pay?" Amosta smiled, "There seems to be no reason for us to refuse."

Would the famous Amosta Blaine be tempted by a few free drinks? Not to mention Remus, even Amelia, who had only known him for two days, would not believe it. However, the two of them were really confused and had no idea what Amosta was up to.

The three of them took their seats again, Narlak snapped his fingers at the bar, and the elf behind the bar immediately got busy.

Dong Dong——

There was a knock on the door of the bar. When the door opened, a man wearing a black windbreaker and a round hat walked in carrying a suitcase.

Narlak quickly glanced at the new guest and stopped paying attention. On the contrary, Amosta raised his eyebrows after seeing the man with Asian face, seeming a little surprised.

The man stood behind the door without going deep. His slightly uneasy look showed that it was his first time entering this unfamiliar bar. His eyes wandered around the bar, and when he saw the table next to the window on the left, the two of them After being a young man who sat in this bar all day like Amosta and the others, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two young men also stood up as soon as they spotted the man. They took out a few gold coins from their pockets and threw them on the table. Then they walked towards the door. The three of them left the bar one after another in tacit agreement. At this time, the man walked in. The bar was no more than half a minute away.

Probably wanted to trade something, but didn't think the environment in the bar was safe enough.

Amosta felt relieved. This was a very normal thing. In the past, when trading high-value items in the underground world of Knockturn Alley, people were also used to leaving the caves and trading in the maze-like alleys. .

"So, as you can see--"

Narlak didn't care why Amosta was interested in those ordinary guests. He pulled out another cigar from the inner pocket of his suit, snapped his fingers and lit it.

"I'm a businessman, Mr. Blaine, and if you want to get something from me, you have to give something."

"So what can you offer me?"

Amosta leaned back in his chair, crossed his fingers on his knees, and said with a smile,

"If it were old Barna, you wouldn't have said something stupid like getting me a wand in this situation. You knew that there was an employee of the Congress following me and you said that because you were afraid that the Minister of Security could not find it. An excuse to deport me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you would make some adjustments to this young lady's memory after you got the wand. According to the information I learned from those of my kind in Europe, Amosta Blaine is not a follower of the rules. The wizard."

Narlak grinned and continued,

"Yeah, I understand, that Graves from the Security Department. Yes, I remember that seventy years ago, there was a Percival Graves who was also in that position. He was impersonated, and he himself was also He stepped down because of this scandal. What a scandal. That imposter caused a lot of trouble. I heard that you just visited him some time ago, right? So, what do you want me to do to help you pass the test in a week? review meeting?”

"You can keep this bar here without being taken away by the Magic Congress,"

Amosta twirled his thumbs and asked calmly,

"I'm afraid a lot of thought has gone into it over the years, right?"

Narlak's dark green eyes revealed cunning,

"You want to know how much gold I spent on those greedy wizards? Oh, no, this is a business secret. I can't trade it."

Although he said no, Amosta understood that this cunning goblin was just trying to induce him.

"No matter how much gold you spend, that's not what I care about. Narlak, my friends and I came to New York for business. There's no way I could offend all the powerful people here before we even opened."

Amosta said,

"You seem to know Trak Graves very well. Then tell me about him. If I think it is valuable, I will pay a price that satisfies you."