Chapter 1107

As an important place to connect the Muggle world and the magic world, the broken cauldron bar is open almost 24 hours a day.

But of course, even if old Tom, the owner of the bar, doesn't think this job is great, he must not reduce the opening hours of the bar.

After all, it is precisely because many people will pass by him for accommodation, meals, or providing passengers with afternoon tea. He would not be willing to close the shop even if it was just for more jingaron to enter the account.

At present, pansy, who had just got off the bus, pushed open the black wooden door of the bar and walked in gently with eluli, a goblin hybrid.

Probably because the wound on the back shoulder was affected from time to time, her eyebrows were always slightly frowned involuntarily, which made people look unhappy.

"Dong Dong!"

"Carl, are there any rooms left upstairs?"

Pansy reached out and knocked on the table of the bar and woke up the middle-aged wizard who was dozing inside - old Tom, the owner of the broken cauldron bar, is usually responsible for entertaining guests during the day, but at night, Carl is usually responsible for the night shift.

However, compared with the clumsy but always enthusiastic old Tom, the guy in front of him was a little absent-minded.

"Well?"

The middle-aged wizard opened his eyes vaguely, sat behind the bar with his eyes blankly, shook his head, and then nodded:

"Oh, yes. There are five upstairs... No, no, it seems to be four? Ah, do you want to open one for you? Are you going to stay here for a few days?"

"Just one night," pansy said without much nonsense and directly paid for the accommodation. "I'll go out later. Just give me the key."

"I don't need to help you with your luggage... Oh, you both seem to be empty. It's easy!"

Carl groaned rather vaguely, took the coin with one hand, and immediately took a bunch of keys from the drawer under the bar with the other hand and handed them.

"The third room on the right hand side of the stairs... Ah, no, it seems to be the second room? Anyway, you can try it yourself!" he was saying with drooping eyelids, and suddenly added as if he remembered something. "By the way, there's some bean soup cooked by old Tom in the kitchen. I'll send it to you two to warm up later..."

Before he finished, Carl's heavy eyelids could no longer hold, and he fell asleep again.

"You go up first!"

Seeing this, pansy first glanced a little unhappily, and then handed the key to eluli.

"I'm going out now and I'll be back soon."

"Oh, no! How can this be?" Emily said sharply. "You're just because of me... If I don't drag you down, you can completely avoid this crime! Let me come and go about shopping..."

Although it was late at night, there were still many drinkers drinking and chatting in twos and threes in the bar, so that eluli didn't dare to speak too clearly.

After volunteering to buy therapeutic drugs for pansy, she carefully added:

"And... Miss Parkinson, although you have cleaned up the blood stains on your clothes, you can still smell a little blood smell if you smell it carefully. I don't think it's safe to move in the overturned lane at night."

"Will it be safe for you to go?" pansy couldn't help saying. "Your wand was lost at the church. Now you're like a squib, aren't you?"

But in this regard, eluli shook her head silently, and then turned her hood behind her.

"You see... Few people can't get along with a goblin, can they?"

Like domestic elves, goblins' talents enable them to cast powerful magic without relying on magic wands, and they also have a very different bad temper from domestic elves.

Therefore, although most wizards think that goblins are inferior creatures, they are unwilling to provoke them at will. After all, no one would want a demon who likes to bear grudges to stare at him all his life.

Unfortunately, it would be better if Emily could be more proud when she said this - looking at her self-confident appearance, people would think that she might as well directly inherit the character of the goblin.

At least, the goblin's unwarranted pride and contempt for people are very similar to those pretentious pure blood among wizards.

However, if she can say so, she undoubtedly wants to win the opportunity to repay pansy. At the thought that this might make their friendship deeper, pansy finally agreed to her request.

"All right!" Miss Parkinson smiled. "Well... Take my wand first! Although it may not be useful, it's better than nothing... I'll wait for you in the room first."

Looking at eluli walking towards the back door with small steps, until she disappeared, pansy finally breathed out a long breath as if she had been holding it for a long time.

To be honest, she was really not used to the seemingly gentle tone before.

Not to mention, she grew up under the standard pure blood education from urination. For the hybrid offspring bred by humans and magical creatures like eluli, although her views are not as extreme as those of her parents, she still looks down on them.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Cold, pansy stretched out his hand again and knocked the table of the bar as loud as gongs and drums.

"Carl, a Belgian raspberry beer with ice!"

"Huh? Oh... More ice in this weather? Miss... Are you serious?"

The wet spring night in London, England, may be colder than people think.

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Not to mention, pansy plans to have a drink with injuries in the broken cauldron bar to clean up his slightly bored heart with the cold and bubbling liquor. At the other end, Draco, who has completed his task, has returned to Hogwarts and stands in front of Maka's door reluctantly.

In fact, he has been standing here for more than three minutes. Every time he wants to reach out and knock on the door, he can't help but put his arm down at the last minute.

In the room, Marca was watching the flame licking the bottom of the flask without paying too much attention to Mr. Malfoy standing outside the door.

In the condensing tube connected to the flask, the thick steam rolled through the serpentine tube and turned into drops of clear water to flow to another closed flask nearby.

After a few more rounds of distillation and purification, the component concentration of the truth spitting agent may be several times higher than that of the agent refined in the crucible. I believe even with the resistance of the snake monster, it will be caught.

Of course, in this way, the control of temperature is very high. Even with his perception of magic, he needs to concentrate to maintain the fire under the beaker.

At present, Draco is just in a daze outside the door, because even if the other party knocks at the door, Marca doesn't have the time to open the door and let him in.

However, Mr. Malfoy outside the door was a little impatient.

"Parkinson's woman... Didn't she say that McLean could find people in the corridor through the wall? Why hasn't he opened the door yet... Do I have to knock?"

Yes, because of his inexplicable self-esteem, he had to do some humble struggle even on such a small matter as whether to knock or not.

But then again, it is precisely because he has not been able to compete with Maka in major matters, so he can only seek some satisfaction in such details first.

When Draco continued to wait stubbornly for a moment, with a soft sound, the door in front of him finally opened automatically. Then he heard Maka's voice in the room.

"Mr. Malfoy, please come in!"

Marca can understand Draco's careful thinking, and he doesn't think it's bad.

In fact, apart from the biased values developed by the other party, Draco's perseverance in adhering to his own ideas is still appreciated by Maka.

Now Draco Malfoy will at least be much better than his father who doesn't appear on the stage.

"McLean," Draco said, entering the room without expression and speaking as equally as possible, "Parkinson has escaped with the wizard named Martin. In addition, I saw that she helped a relatively short 'companion' when my father and I acted. I think they should still be together..."

After explaining pansy's situation first, he turned and said:

"As for the underground church, my father is still checking with others there. If there is a possibility of detection, I believe my father will secretly interfere with the detection results."

"Oh, really?" Maka nodded at the speech. "Thanks to you, it seems that the plan is progressing very smoothly... Well, and miss Parkinson, she is also doing well!"

"She?" Draco snorted. "My father and I joined hands to deal with that Martin in order to give her a chance to intervene, but she chose an insignificant person to help! Can this be said to be 'good'?"

"Oh, it's really good," Marca waved her hand and smiled. "It would be too abrupt to start with Martin directly... Don't worry, it's good to do it step by step. I believe you can understand. After all, it's the 'despicable halbo' standing behind the other party. It's better to be cautious."

With that said, he didn't care about Draco's awkward face, raised his hand and waved it gently.

Immediately, a letter placed on the desktop automatically flew up, turned in mid air and slid in front of each other.

"You can choose a time to hand over the good reward to your father... So that your Malfoy family can restore a good relationship with the Ministry of magic at any time."

Draco took the envelope with a complicated expression on his face.