Chapter 805

In Britain, there is a saying:

"Campfires can dispel the cold, and unity can push the difficulty away."

This is undoubtedly an inspiring proverb. I believe it has inspired many people and left many positive energy deeds in the long river of history.

But unfortunately, sometimes, this sentence can also be used on a group of selfish people with hidden evil intentions.

For example, Tom Riddle, who wanted to dominate the magic world in Britain, attracted a group of death eaters with the theory of pure blood; For another example, Garrett greenward, who tried to overthrow the Secrecy Act and lead the new world, gathered a large number of elite men with his ideals and personality charm.

For another example, a thousand years ago, the despicable Haier bo

In this world, no matter how powerful a person is, it is limited. Haier Bo, an old black wizard, naturally knows the importance of unity.

Therefore, in the era before being crushed underground by Salazar Slytherin, halbo also established his own power like the nearly two generations of the Dark Lord.

Of course, after Haier Bo himself was suppressed and sealed, the remaining running dog forces had no good fruit to eat.

Under the supervision of the wizard Council at that time, that is, the predecessor of the Ministry of magic, those families who dared to make trouble with halbo signed strong magic contracts one by one and completely retreated into the background of the world stage.

It is ironic that these ancient wizard families today can keep more inheritance, but it is precisely because of the contract.

"... therefore, all descendants with ancestral blood flowing in their bodies cannot take the initiative to interfere with the outside wizard society. Of course, if they passively fight back, the contract is still allowed."

After listening to the narration of Victor, the "old Barney" on the sofa didn't show much reaction. But in fact, he was somewhat stunned at the bottom of his heart.

After all, this matter has something to do with yourself, and the relationship is quite close!

"Hum, what about those contracts? Don't tell me you didn't want to break them at all?" he asked casually as he rubbed his forehead again.

However, when old Witt heard this sentence, he had a bitter smile on his face.

"When two families in a row decline rapidly without knowing why, probably no one dares to think about it again!"

When talking about this, the old owner seemed helpless - who doesn't want to make his family brilliant again?

However, under the dual constraints of that contract and the change of the world pattern, even if they have enough money, it is difficult to turn over after all.

However, perhaps I saw that the "Barnes and noble" in front of me did not come with malice. While talking about the past, the old owner gradually became calmer.

"HMM... powerful blood curse? It sounds like Salazar's means..." he muttered a little, and the other party continued, "well, let's stop here for the moment! Next is the second thing, which is also a thing I really care about -"

As he was saying this, he suddenly raised his head and thrust his sharp eyes straight at old Witt.

"Do you still have the magic book abatel of the Witt family?"

This sentence is the last thing old Witt wants to hear, but he actually knows that this is exactly what the other party is most likely to mention.

As the magic inheritance of the Witt family, abataier records a large number of research results, and even some ancient magic that has long been taboo in the magic world.

For example, in the ancient summoning art, the "devil summoning art" which was separately listed as a major system, and the "devil sacrifice art" which was greatly related to the former!

"Sorry, if you want to ask this, please forgive me that I can't answer."

Because the magic book abataier is equivalent to the whole Witt family, it is impossible for old Witt to disclose it to outsiders, so his words are quite tough.

However, in each other's eyes, his persistence is like a boring joke.

"Witt," old Barney sneered suddenly and asked coldly, "if I told you now, I am the 'halbo' you just said was suppressed in the unknown, would you still say to me that you 'don't answer'?"

Just then, he turned his head slightly and looked at the door leading to the study.

……

As I said earlier, the weather today is not very good. It was gloomy early in the morning. It didn't clear up in the afternoon. Instead, it rained continuously.

But isn't this the most typical weather in Britain?

It is true that Mallory never liked cloudy days, but today it is different. Milian's lunch invitation made him look forward to it.

The sentence "don't you want to feel the taste of breaking free from bondage" really affected his already silent heart.

But now he was surprised to find that things seemed different from what he thought. In other words, it is impossible for him to understand what real freedom looks like.

"... here is?"

Standing in the deepest part of a narrow alley, Ma Lue couldn't help being stunned. He could feel the wet sticky under the sole of his shoes and smell the damp and musty smell in the alley, but he couldn't find the so-called "freedom".

This is the underground black market in London. Mallory usually comes here.

But as Maka realized at the beginning, the streets here are too complicated. No one dares to say that he knows everything about this place.

Mallory usually has something to do when he comes here. Naturally, he has no time to stroll around.

Milian, who was beside him, seemed quite relaxed at the moment, with a smile on her mouth. Even her expensive clothes seem a little abrupt here.

"Don't ask, just follow me."

With that said, Miriam took out her wand and gently touched some brick holes in the wall. The brick wall immediately sank a large piece and revealed a thick wooden door.

On that door, there are also some crooked words - Sleeping Dragon bar.

As if aware of Ma's hesitation, Milian immediately patted him on the shoulder and gave him a light look.

"Don't worry, I've only been here a few times. It's still recent."

Before the words fell, she directly stretched out her hand, opened the wooden door and walked in boldly. Seeing this, Ma had to choose to keep up with her with full doubts.

But when Mallory crossed the door, a noise immediately drowned him.

There are quite a few bars in the British magic world, but such a noisy bar is very rare. Unlike Muggles who prefer to eliminate the pressure of life with the help of madness, most wizards are still used to enjoying the slow pace.

However, there is no sense of "sleep" in this "sleeping dragon bar".

It can be seen that the space of the head here is not small. It is about that the traceless extension spell has been applied.

There are all kinds of messy wooden round tables around. There is a bar in each corner. The domestic elves step on the high stool to serve the guests.

In the center of those round tables, an oval dance floor flashed dazzling colorful light. The cold air from nowhere covered the floor of the dance floor and spread around.

As for the guests who indulge in joy in this bar, they jump with several beautiful children on the dance floor. At a glance, they only feel that their minds are full of hot illusions.

Mallory even felt as if he had begun to dizzy.

"Relax, don't be so stiff -" millian punched him in the chest and shouted in his ear. "Come here, let's go there first!"

After shouting a word like this, she simply grabbed Mallory's sleeve impolitely and dragged the latter straight into the dancing crowd.

It's crowded, noisy and chaotic... Well, at least for Mallory.

Wave after wave of music, like a huge wave, washed his eardrums, so that he felt his whole body trembling and his skull numb. When moving forward in the crowd, the bodies around him seemed to fall down on him, and they had to shake three times when they took one step.

But somehow, the hot air in the bar seemed to be ironing his soul, which unconsciously washed away the uneasiness in his heart.

Just halfway through, Marlowe felt that he had integrated with the heat here, and the sadness that had been suppressed in the bottom of his heart in previous years could not be restrained from gushing out of his throat.

"Ah --"

He just roared half a time involuntarily. Suddenly, his toes tripped over something, and then he fell down. Millian, who was walking in front of her, felt her fingers slip. If she looked back, where could she find someone?

"Oh, it seems a little too anxious..." she pursed her mouth and complained to herself.

When Miriam pulled away from the crowd and found Mallory again, several footprints had been added to the poor guy. What made Miriam laugh and cry was that she saw a wanton smile on Mallory's face lying on the ground.

Freedom, is this the taste of freedom?

The feeling of putting aside all family rules, dogmas, etiquette and responsibilities is so wonderful!

Mallory let Miriam drag him from the ground by force. Several places on his body hurt faintly, but he just wanted to laugh.

I don't know how long it took.

In short, after eating a bad fish and chips, drinking a few bottles of messy wine and letting go of himself, he finally walked out of the black market bar with millian.

As the wooden door behind him turned back to the gray and black slippery brick wall, the deafening noise just now also completely disappeared. Only the buzzing sound still in his ear told him that everything was not an illusion.

"Moreover, I don't have such a rich imagination!"