MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 91 This time it's not smuggling!

Collection 4559, suddenly the speed of increase has dropped. After going to Azkaban, this volume is almost over, it seems to have been written for more than half a year.

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Christmas, which is a relatively special holiday. Muggles and wizards treat this day as a very important holiday. And it is well known that many wizards despise Muggles, and this contempt was obviously more common in ancient times. After all, wizards have magic, and Muggles have only their stupid heads and emaciated bodies. Therefore, wizards are willing to treat December 25th as an important holiday, obviously not because it is the birthday of the Muggle celebrity Jesus.

On this important festival, Asker, like last year, did not stay at the Nurmengard Tower for the festival. Although there is no festive atmosphere, no Christmas tree, no snow, no roast chicken, and many things, but at least there is a place to rest, at least not to worry about losing your life while sleeping.

Speaking of which, there are really not many places where Asker can sleep peacefully, and Hogwarts is half of them.

Asker is standing at the door of the Ministry of Magic headquarters in London, England. The door here is closed and all known entrances are closed. Because today is Christmas, even the Aurors who are usually tired from running around have the right to take a day off. rights, so there are generally no people here.

"The time is just right."

A middle-aged man holding milk tea and tasting it with a straw in his mouth came out of the shadows, glanced at Ask, he nodded, turned around and said, "Come with me, I Take you to Azkaban."

"Who are you?"

"Crius Greengrass, just call me Chris."

The middle-aged man introduced himself, but it always felt strange to introduce himself with his back to others, and the name also sounded familiar to Asker.

"The Greenglass family?"

Ask asked, this family is also one of the twenty-eight sacred families, but it is relatively low-key. There are currently two members of the Greengrass family reading at Hogwarts. If it wasn't for hearing this person's name today and thinking of that pair of sisters, I'm afraid Asker wouldn't even remember this family.

"Do you know Daphne and Astoria?"

"They are my nieces." Chris replied, and then threw the finished milk tea can into the trash, "and, don't try, it doesn't matter whether my identity is real or fake."

"Oh, it really is fake."

Nodding indifferently, Ask followed Chris to a tavern, the White Deer Tavern on Lurie Lane. Some wizards believe that the White Hart is the oldest pub in London, but the truth is that the Leaky Cauldron is much older. As early as the 16th century, before the secrecy act was introduced, there were often muggles and wizards sitting in a bar drinking, and looking at the address of the Leaky Cauldron, 1 Diagon Alley, we knew that this bar had a history. how long.

However, since some people think that the White Hart Tavern has a longer history than the Leaky Cauldron, there must be a reason. The address of the White Hart Tavern seems to be deliberately opposed to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and its address is No. 1 Knockturn Alley.

After coming here with Chris, Asker knew what he was going to do. At the entrance of the tavern, Chris asked Ask to wait, and then he entered the White Deer Tavern alone. It didn't take long for him to walk out with a burly man with thick body hair and a chimpanzee-like appearance.

"Hey, it's your kid!"

"Ha ha."

Askpi replied without a smile, then looked at Chris and said, "What about the visit authorization? Why are we looking for this smuggler? Don't tell me you plan to take me into Azkaban. ."

What Kris brought was actually Dias, the smuggler who brought him into Azkaban in a small boat that Asker had found a few months ago.

"It's not smuggling, we have authorization." Kris explained, he took out a dozen Galleons from his pocket and handed them to Dias, "Today is Christmas, and the person who was in charge of sending us to Azkaban I went home for the holidays, and I won’t be back to work until a week later, so I can only ask him for help.”

Nodding, Ask looked at Dias, who seemed to be very familiar with Kris, and asked, "Then why aren't you at home for Christmas today?"

"My family is dead long ago, let's have an egg Christmas."

Dias picked up a gold Galleon, put it in his mouth and bit it with his rhubarb teeth, then smiled and put the money away. Looking at his virtuous behavior, it's like how happy it is that all the family members die.

Looking at his watch, Chris said, "Okay, let's go, it's getting late."

"Wait a moment!"

Asker stopped Chris and asked: "Finally make sure, are you the one who wrote to me?"

"no."

"What's your relationship with that person?"

"He's my boss."

"Who is he?"

"This can't be said." Chris shook his head and said with a warning: "Everyone who knows his name is almost dead, and the rest won't live long."

"That's it." Ask nodded and patted Chris's shoulder on tiptoe: "When you die, remember to ask someone to write to me, and I'll come to your funeral."

Chris was not angry at all, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, I don't know who he is. So, I can live a long time, definitely longer than you."

"What do you do? The Ministry of Magic?"

Asked, they followed Dias towards the dock of his broken boat. On Christmas night, although colorful lights can be seen on the street and there is a warm and happy atmosphere in the air, it is rarely seen on the street. to people.

"Well, the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries."

"Oh." Ask nodded, then raised his head to look at Chris, and said with a smile, "I used to have an acquaintance in the Ministry of Magic, but he died."

"Some people are alive, he is dead, and some people are dead, but he is still alive."

Just like the underground organization to the code words, Chris also smiled, and then returned to that somewhat rigid middle-aged man's face.

Dias's home is not far from here~www.novelbuddy.com~ Through the fireplace network, half an hour later, Asker and his party took Dias's boat to the North Sea. In about two hours, they would arrive at the most terrifying prison, Azkaban.

Along the way, Asker chatted with Dias and Kris, and the topic inevitably turned to the Dementors.

"Actually, Azkaban didn't have so many dementors in the past, and the number of dementors themselves is not as many as it is now." Dias, whose family has been involved in smuggling and smuggling for generations, may be the one among the three who is against Azka. Ben knows best, "I remember being the Minister of Magic, Harold Minchum, he didn't know what to think at the time, maybe he felt that there were more Dementors around Azkaban. Like a monster that can scare the Death Eaters, he almost put into practice the idea of ​​some brain-sucking minister, and Azkaban has at least three times more dementors than before."

Dias was very angry when he talked about this. There are more and more dementors in Azkaban, and the industry of smuggling and smuggling is getting more and more difficult. It was Hadro Minkan who cut off his fortune.

"The truth is, even if he did that, the result would still be the same." Chris continued. He found that Asker was silent and asked, "Why don't you continue talking?"

"Chest tightness, very annoying, very uncomfortable."

Asker covered his chest and frowned. He raised his head and looked at the sky, but it was cloudy and the air pressure was very low, but Kris and Dias didn't have that feeling.

"It's really annoying, although I really want to come, but after I come, I want to leave."