Chapter 562 Alley

"These damned outsiders have become more and more rampant recently."

In a luxuriously decorated banquet hall in Berlin, an obese man is biting the bloody steak on the plate with his teeth. He threw the knife and fork aside, and stared at his feet with a pair of cloudy dark green eyes full of hatred. On the sparsely populated street, his eyes quickly turned to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church not far away, he stuck out his blackened tongue and licked his lips, a trace of hunger and greed flowed in his eyes.

"Three of my people died last week, and you must give me an explanation today."

"Confession?" At the corner of the long table, a tall black man slowly put down his knife and fork, raised his head and glanced at the fat man, raised his chin and said, "We gave you an explanation last week, and today is one month away from the full moon." What about Zhou, are you running out of brains so quickly?"

"Riborn..." The fat man gritted his teeth, thick black bristles came out of his pores, his face showed the characteristics of a wolf or a dog, and the teeth dripping with blood gave off the stench of rotting flesh. The sharp nails pierced deeply into the net row of his hands, spurting blood on his face, "You shameful guy who was hanged and beaten by a British wizard, do you believe what you say? What is the resistance of being muggles? murdered? When will Muggles defeat my wolf cubs?"

"As long as you're stupid enough, orangutans can tear you and your wolf cubs apart," Paris pretending to be Riburn swallowed the strong steak in his mouth with difficulty, and laughed, "Maybe this is the reason why orangutans can become natural enemies of wolves Well, because you're stupid enough."

"You—" the fat werewolf slammed the table, his fat palms turned into the shape of wolf claws, and the green glowing wolf eyes became bloodthirsty.

"Okay, stop arguing, we are here for dinner today, not for you to provoke the rogue gang," an ordinary-looking old man at the head of the long table raised his head and said sullenly, although it seemed that this only It only takes a second for the werewolf to tear his throat, but when he spoke, everyone on the long table put down their cutlery and listened carefully to him, maybe because of his strength, wealth or power, or maybe Just afraid of the faint blue eyes that were frantically turning in the eye sockets, "I had someone use a flashback spell to recreate the scene where the three werewolves died. Although they were hurt by the spell, they were still alive before they died. The magic against Muggles was used, so they died at the hands of Muggles, which is a definitive fact."

"Do you believe it yourself?" The werewolf suppressed his anger, and used his last bit of reason to prevent himself from making mistakes. "On the territory of the gangsters, my children were killed by magic. Don't you say it was the wizards of the gangsters who did it?" Forget it, and still say it was made by Muggles? How do Muggles use magic? Do you pray like their goddamn gods? Then get struck by lightning like this liar Riburn?"

"Don't question my judgment."

"But--"

"I have received some news," a new voice came from the end of the long table, "There seems to be a method in the world that allows Muggles to use magic."

"My people were attacked by Muggles," the discussion joined more and more people, "this... magic? Germany blocked the news, and according to some rumors, this kind of magic had appeared even earlier."

"Earlier?"

"I will ask people to follow up and investigate this matter. If this statement is true, it has touched our roots. We must find the source and kill it," the old wizard at the head of the table terminated the discussion and said, " This time, I came here mainly for two reasons, the first one is that our stable supply of potions has been determined to stop supplying indefinitely."

"Damn..."

"Oh my God... what can I do next?"

"Without venom dispensing, how can I control those restless guys?"

"I must kill that bitch!"

"You don't need to kill me," the old wizard at the head of the table interrupted their initial complaints again, "I have reliable information earlier than the British Ministry of Magic, she is dead, in this regard, we have the same interests, we must find A new source of supply, before that, we need to find an alternative method... The second thing is that we have a traitor among us."

"..."

The banquet hall fell into silence for a moment, suspicious eyes collided on the table, only the melodious music played by the musicians who were bathed in monkeys and crowned floated out of the window, echoing on the street decorated with gold and silver outside the window.

At the end of the street, next to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, a murder among the dark wizards present was taking place in an alley.

On the opposite side of the alley, there are almost two completely different worlds.

...

"Miss, is this your first visit to Inclined Side Lane?"

Christian, wearing a black dress, was walking with her head down on the alley close to the alley. She had just come out of an alley that took a shortcut. Walking fast, this is a habit she developed many years ago when she was a habitual thief. She likes to hit her target of the day with her shoulder first. During the process of apologizing, the hand holding the shoulder can easily reach into the target pocket, and used his fingers to pinch the bulging wallet out.

"boom!"

A shaggy little boy ran past Christian with his head buried. Two people who didn't look at the road collided. Their bodies moved sideways in the same posture, slid past each other, and disappeared into the In the crowd.

She saw a similar machine on the street—a glass box full of dolls. Just put in a steel coin, and you can use the rocker outside the box to control the iron claws inside. stuff.

At first, she was attracted by the doll in this claw machine. For a girl who lacked this kind of toy in her childhood, it was indeed very attractive. Bad memories of a life of pickpocketing came to mind, like a whip whipped behind her, driving her away from her destination.

The surroundings are quiet, and she has rarely visited London in recent years, and for a while she forgot how to get to her destination—an alley where she lived as long as she could remember, a dirty and narrow alley that was surrounded by various violations. An alley full of crooks, robbers and pickpockets; The dirtiest and ugliest rubbish in the city, an alley that even the City Hall of London acquiesces from cost and security considerations, an alley in the shadows next to the busiest neighborhood in London—and her equally young companion There, he was handicapped by breaking off his arms and legs, and then thrown on the financial street next to the wall to beg for those well-dressed gentlemen and ladies.

It was an alley she had never returned to since she left, an alley that could no longer be found now, as if it had never appeared in London, a city full of music and music.

The surroundings were quiet, and her memory drove her feet here, but the scene in front of her was already very different.

"Did I go wrong..."

Christian shook her head. She raised her legs and looked at the soft calfskin boots under her feet. Was it because these boots didn't fit in that alley that she didn't find her destination?

The surroundings were so quiet that Christian couldn't even hear his heavy breathing after a long walk.

"Miss, is this your first visit to Inclined Side Lane?"

After hearing the yelling sound coming from in front of her, Christian stopped suddenly and raised her head. The sounds of the surrounding world suddenly came back, and her eardrums trembled violently with the sounds that were too rich to be fully received— —Screams of shouting, footsteps, laughter, bargaining, cries of children, roar of car engines, sound of horseshoes, music... The huge amount of information instantly transformed the line in her impression that nothing but silence was silent. The alleys were knocked down, and a prosperous market was built on the ruins.

"Miss?" In front of Christian, a young man wearing a chocolate-colored frog headgear stretched out his hand stuffed in the flipper cover and waved in front of her, "Are you okay? Look Looks bad."

"I'm sorry... I seem to have gone the wrong way." Christian shook his head and bowed his head habitually to apologize. The startled young man jumped aside like a frog, avoiding her bow, "Sorry , I must have gone the wrong way.”

"You don't have to be so nervous, miss," the young man took off the chocolate frog's hood, showing a lively smile, short brown hair like twine was knotted on the top of his head, and dark freckles were evenly spaced. Sweat sprinkled on his dark face due to long hours of outdoor work, and his raised garlic nose was full of sweat. Looking at Christian who kept apologizing, he panicked and threw the hood on the ground , waving her hands to calm her emotions, "It's my fault, miss, I shouldn't disturb your thinking... Where are you going? I'm familiar with this area, maybe I can take you there."

It took an unknown amount of time for Christian to wake up from the wave of collapsed impressions. She raised her head, quickly calmed down her emotions and etiquette, and took out a yellowed of paper.

The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the piece of paper in Christian's hand. After a while, he showed a knowing smile.

It was a clipping of a newspaper, a report about a police crackdown on a child trafficking gang seven years ago. From the faded photo, one can vaguely see a dilapidated alleyway. Escorting the wretched prisoners one by one in a lingering manner.

"You didn't go the wrong way, miss," the young man bent down, picked up the hood he had just thrown away from the ground, patted the dust off the frog's eyes, and said with a smile, "I was here when Slopeside Alley was first built. Look at the store, you are really asking the right person when you ask me."

"Huh...ah?" Christian showed a blank expression. It has been a while since the trip to Ilvermorny. Although the mental head has recovered, it will take a long time for the trauma of the mind and body to be fully recovered. Recovery, today is the seventh day she can go to the ground, under her repeated pleading, Nelson agreed to let her go out to relax, she held the newspaper clipping in her hand, and asked suspiciously, "Did I...do I go wrong? ?”

"Of course, miss, you went right." The young man put the hood back on and said what he said at the beginning again, "Is this your first time in Slant Side Alley? Why don't you go to our chocolate frog store?" Sit down in the store, let me introduce you to the situation here?"

"How do you know I'm here for the first time?"

"You're dressed too ordinary, miss," the young man fixed his headgear, and turned into a two-meter-high chocolate frog walking upright again, "I'm not saying that your clothes are not good, you are beautiful, you just came here Alley guests always have more or less magical features on their second visit."

"Characteristics of magic?"

"Oh, for example, a can of butterbeer with automatic ice making and unlimited refills, shopping bags from wizard clothing stores, traffic cards for knights' public transportation, portable magic gramophones, etc., some novel and useful gadgets."

It was only then that Christian noticed that this funny big frog covered in advertisements walked on the street without attracting the attention of other passers-by. There were even children trying to jump up and sneak up on him, licking his chocolate-colored frog head , and the pedestrians on the street are just like what he said, the boundary between wizards and Muggles is indistinguishable from the appearance alone, which made her suspect that she had arrived at a wider Diagon Alley, with a five-story bus parked on the side of the road , looks like a wobbly center of gravity. When passing a crowded road section, these towering buses that seem to be moving castles will pop out of the wheels, stretch out four mosquito-like slender legs, and carefully walk away from the crowd. Step over your head.

"Come with me, miss, and I'll take you to get a guide map."

"Thanks."

Christian reached for the small beaded bag, wanting to take some tips from the wallet to the enthusiastic young man, but when her hand touched the wallet, the tactile sensation of the cut opened by the knife made her suddenly Sober, she turned her head and looked at the bustling crowd behind her. The child who had just bumped into her had long since disappeared. Christian laughed dumbly. takes on a very different role.

She stretched out her hand in embarrassment, "I..."

"Miss, I actually wanted to remind you just now." The two-meter-high upright chocolate frog spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "It's just that you were too absorbed in thinking just now, and I didn't find a chance to remind you."

"Actually, I'm a witch—"

"Let me invite you, it's just my turn to take a break. Judging by your appearance, you are not the one who is short of money. You must visit our Chocolate Frog store in the future." The upright Chocolate Frog didn't hear Christian's words, and he Lead the way ahead and walk towards my shop, "This place was exactly the same as the alley in that newspaper clipping earlier. The London government wanted to find a cheap street for demolition and relocation, so it decided on this place. It used to be It's a playground for the blind and criminals, and there's hardly any land to pay for."

Christian didn't say much, looked at the slit wallet, shook his head with a smile, and followed.

"We hired the best construction team in the world, that is, the Zweig construction team that built the Alexander Building," the young man said proudly, "it turned that dirty alley like this in two weeks, but the strange thing is, There is actually a house with real property rights there, and the officials of the Ministry of Magic confirmed that it has an heir with magic, so the protective magic based on the contract has not been fully laid."

"Oh, by the way," said the upright Chocolate Frog, turning his head when he arrived at the door of the shop, "Now there is an event with a prize of 300 Galleons in Slopeside Alley-find this Mr. Richard Jewell or his heirs."