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"Okay! Please follow me!"

The bartender nodded quickly, not even caring about the customers waiting in front of the bar, and hurriedly led the way.

His steps were a little flustered, and the soles of his shoes made a slight creaking sound on the floor, which was particularly harsh in the noisy bar.

Snape followed behind, his eyes cold and sharp, staring at the bartender's back.

His brows were furrowed as if he wanted to squeeze out water, and although his steps were steady, he revealed a kind of faint vigilance. He murmured in a low voice.

"Can't read anything?"

He just quietly performed Legilimency, trying to peek into the bartender's mind.

However, the result shocked him-the other party's brain was like a blank mirror, without any memory or emotion to capture.

This is definitely not an ordinary situation.

Snape knew that only a very small number of powerful wizards could completely block Legilimency, and even the most basic emotional fluctuations would not be revealed.

This level of protection does not rely on the common brain block technique, but some more profound techniques to directly rebound the spell before it reaches it.

However, his eyes fell on the bartender's hands, and his doubts became even greater.

Those hands were clumsily picking up a rag and wiping the table that had just been wet by the wine.

He didn't even use a wand, but wiped the water stains with a rag like a Muggle.

"Something's wrong..."

Snape's eyes became colder.

His intuition told him that this bartender was definitely not an ordinary person on the surface.

A guy who didn't even use basic magic could block his Legilimency. The contrast between them was creepy.

Snape immediately smelled a dangerous breath.

Then he glanced at the people on the side. Most of them seemed to have resumed their own affairs and no longer paid attention to him and the bartender, but there were still a few people who glanced at him vaguely.

Although those eyes quickly moved away, they were deliberately concealed, as if they were afraid of being discovered.

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly and coldly remembered these people in his heart.

He turned around and looked around again, his eyes passing over every unfamiliar face.

At this time, he realized that almost all the guests in the bar were foreign wizards - from their clothes, accents to the language they spoke, they all showed their foreign identity.

What about British wizards?

There were almost none.

This abnormal situation quickly raised Snape's vigilance.

He subconsciously tightened his wand and muttered in a low voice.

"Strange... I have to be more careful."

He quietly waved his wand, and a small piece of paper slipped out of his sleeve, silently turned into a thin thread in the air, quickly climbed the stairs, and flew to the second floor.

And Snape himself followed the bartender who was waiting for a while and looked sincere and walked towards the back kitchen.

Snape followed the bartender to a heavy wooden door. Without saying much, the bartender skillfully opened the door and led Snape in.

The light in the room was extremely dim, making it almost impossible to see the details around.

The kitchen should have been a lively place, but it was dead silent at this moment.

The only light source was a Muggle table lamp on the small table in the middle, which emitted a faint yellow halo, making the tabletop particularly clear.

There were two items on the small table.

A gold Galleon and a very delicate hourglass, with the shape of a ferocious wolf etched on the surface and blood-red sand inside.

Sitting at the table was a slender man with a bald head and pale skin as if he had not seen the sun for many years.

His eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, flashing a cold light.

He was playing with a golden bracelet in his hand, and his fingertips moved lightly.

Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

Snape stopped and stood outside the door frame, his eyes locked coldly on Tom, and his wand in his hand unconsciously tightened a little. His low voice broke the silence: "Tom, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Tom raised his head and smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile. His eyes swept across Snape like a blade, and then he slowly raised one hand and waved slightly to the bartender.

The bartender bowed respectfully as if he had received an order, turned around and retreated, closing the door very lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Snape suddenly raised his hand, pressed against the kitchen door, and looked at the bartender.

"No need."

The bartender continued to lower his head, said nothing, and retreated.

Only Snape and Tom were left. Snape stood outside the door frame, staring at the man in front of him.

"Severus, how long have we not seen each other?"

Tom's voice was low and slow, with a hint of imperceptible teasing.

He casually placed the gold bracelet in his hand on a small table beside him.

Then he raised his hand and pointed to an empty chair at the table.

"Come, sit down, let's reminisce. It's been ten years, right?"

Snape's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he stood there motionless.

His eyes swept over Tom like a knife, and his voice was cold and direct.

"We just met this summer, Tom."

Tom raised his head slightly, and the smile on his face became brighter, but with a hint of weirdness.

He shook his head and chuckled.

"No, no, no, you remembered it wrong. We definitely haven't seen each other for ten years, haha. Your hair is still as shiny as ever."

Snape ignored his provocation and his tone became even colder.

"What do you know about Alexander? What exactly do you want to tell me?"

When he heard the name "Alexander", Tom's smile faltered slightly and his eyes became dark.

He slowly lowered his eyes, with a low smile of unknown meaning in his tone.

"Alexander? Haha, almost all of it. This time, I just want to talk to you about the remaining part."

His hand slowly reached towards the hourglass on the table and turned it upside down.

The blood-red sand began to flow slowly, making a subtle rustling sound, like an ominous overture.

"I want to talk to you about how Annabel Alexander died."

The name "Annabelle" pierced Snape's nerves like a sharp knife.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and an unconcealable fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately aware that something was wrong, his voice was low and threatening.

"Who are you?!"

Tom raised his head and met Snape's eyes without giving in.

His smile was no longer gentle, but filled with a chilling chill.

"You like to peek into other people's minds, don't you? Some people have nothing to show you, and some people..."

His tone paused, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"You want to see it, but you can't."

Snape's wand shot up, pointing the tip at Tom.

Before he could say the spell, Tom slowly leaned back in his chair, seemingly not caring about the threat in front of him.

"Now that things have come to this, Severus, why are you so impatient? Sit down and let's talk slowly."

Snape didn't move, and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.

He waved his wand sharply, directing a silent spell at Tom.

However, the next second, Tom clenched his hands expressionlessly——

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from the kitchen door.

The entire bar fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

The wooden door of the kitchen was slammed shut for no apparent reason, making a deafening sound.

There was no one behind the door.

"Ouch, is this guy closing the door so hard?"

But soon, the noise returned to normal, as if the strange noise just now was just an illusion.

The bartender stood behind the bar with an expressionless face, as if he didn't even notice what had just happened.

He lowered his head and continued busy, his movements mechanical and indifferent.

——

"ah--!"

"Ouch!"

Lupine was startled by the sudden shout and almost dropped the book in his hand to the ground.

He frowned and turned around, looking at Devero on the bed.

"What are you shouting for?"

Devereaux was holding his buttocks in pain, his expression as exaggerated as if he had just been pricked by a poisonous needle.

He turned over with a grin on his face, a hint of grievance in his voice.

"I don't know what hit me just now, it hurt me to death!"

Lupine sighed helplessly, got up and walked to the bed, watching Devereaux groping for something on the sheets.

After a while, Devereaux pulled out a small piece of paper from under his pillow and opened it with a frown.

"What's this?"

Lupine came over and took a look.

The handwriting on the piece of paper is strong and powerful, but the content is so short that people are confused:

"You two have a rest first, a friend is looking for me."

After reading it, Devereaux twitched the corner of his mouth, held the piece of paper in his hand and raised it in front of Lupine: "Why did Snape use this method to convey the message? Can't you just ask the waiter to come..."

Lupine's brows furrowed and he looked at Devereux.

"So Professor...does he have any friends?"

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