On an ordinary avenue in Westminster, London, people walked in a hurry, wearing felt hats and scarves of various sizes. They buried their faces in their scarves, revealing only their eyes, trying to hide from people they might know. It was too cold today to extend a hand to say hello.
A tramp slipped next to a red phone booth, but no one came forward to help him. It was too cold, not because he was too dirty.
The tramp muttered as he stood up with the help of the phone booth. He accidentally looked in through the small window and made eye contact with the person in the phone booth. "Hi!
Hello, sir. "The man holding the phone greeted him politely." Your scarf is not bad. "The tramp subconsciously touched his tattered scarf, feeling a little angry. He thought that the person in front of him was mocking him, but what happened next made him forget his anger because the man disappeared in front of him.
"Hey!
Is this some kind of prank? "
The tramp shouted as he opened the door of the phone booth. Then, he paused at the door for a full five seconds and slapped his forehead. "I have no one to call!"
"Muggles …" In the McDonald's on the street, a pair of gray eyes watched all of this through the not-so-clean window. "Too stupid …" The blond man in a suit shifted his gaze back to himself.
The greasy table, the salad dressing that was not cleaned, the hamburger that looked like it had been squashed, and a 'barbarian' who was eating crazily. The blond man frowned. "Mr. Adams, thank you for your kindness, but I still feel that … I can't eat these disgusting … Muggles." He looked at his exquisite watch. "Thank you Merlin, but we still have time to go to the western restaurant on the corner …"
"Oh!
Mr. Lu-Lucius! "
With a hamburger in one hand and a coke in the other, Adams was eating happily. He finally swallowed the food that was stuffed into his mouth. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm tied down by this wonderful food. To be honest, you have to try something new!
Burp! "Adams tilted his head back and drank half a glass of coke, then let out a huge burp.
"Merlin's Mustache!"
Lucius stood up abruptly, which attracted the attention of the people at the surrounding tables. Of course, this attention disappeared after Lucius raised his wand and cast a Muggle shielding spell.
"A very powerful shielding spell, Mr. Lucius." Adams made time to applaud Lucius. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so sloppy that Lucius wished he could wipe off a layer of his mouth with the tissue on the table.
"Sigh... This is not the place to talk about serious matters," Lucius sighed and finally sat down on the orange plastic chair again. He sat very close to the front and very stiffly. Perhaps he did not want his honorable pure-blood butt to have too much contact with the chair that was filled with 'Muggle germs.'
Adams put down the hamburger in his hand, picked up the Coke, and shook it. He listened to the clanking sound of the ice cubes inside. "There's no better place to talk business than here, Mr. Lucius. Look at this place. Everyone is busy with their own business. Couples are quarreling, friends are chatting, and children are huddled together copying homework. The only thing that will attract everyone's attention is that fierce-looking and loud shop assistant. No one will pay attention to two ordinary gentlemen who are eating hamburgers and chatting intimately.
. "" But they are all — Muggles! "
Lucius felt uncomfortable staying in a place crowded with Muggles. Of course, it could also be because the Muggle uncle behind him had taken off his coat because of the heater, giving off a bad body odor.
"Muggles!"
Adams picked up the hamburger again and waved his hand exaggeratedly, throwing the salad dressing on Lucius's tie. "This is the essence. They won't understand our conversation at all!
There is no safer place. They will only think that we are two lunatics or lovers of the occult — "
Adams shrugged. "Mr. Lucius, we should hurry. If you have something to discuss with me, I have to deal with a werewolf incident in a while. It involves a piece of intestine and half a broken leg. I have to brace myself for it."
"Okay." Lucius stared at the hamburger in Adams' hand. He tried to look relaxed. "You know that Madam Bagno will retire this year, right?"
"Hmm, she did say that." Adams raised his eyebrows. "Speaking of which, it has been really 'fierce competition' recently. All kinds of underhanded means have been used. Even poor Foggy, who is not a threat at all, has been targeted. Mr. Lucius, I didn't know you had such a challenging spirit and wanted to try for that position?"
"I'm not in the mood." Lucius shook his head. "But I'm curious about who will sit in that position, and — what I want to know is, what does Madam Bagno want in the end?
She recently began investigating Sirius Black's escape from prison. She's doing it with an abnormal level of seriousness. Is she unable to tolerate the stain on her political career, or does she wish to use this matter to stay in her position for a few more years? "
"You think too much, Mr. Lucius." Adams looked at his wristwatch. "I can reveal to you that Madam Bagno will definitely retire when the bell rings on Christmas Eve this year. Absolutely on time, not a minute more or less. I hope you are satisfied with this Christmas gift."
"That sounds good." Lucius touched the button on his collar. "But I always like to ask why, Adams. I know that Madam Bagno's spirit has been a little depressed recently, and you often provide her with some magical animal materials on a personal basis. What does that mean?"
Adams finished his burger. "It means that I have to go to work soon." He stood up. "Mr. Lucius, I like the horn of the horned camel that you gave me, just like how Ms. Bagno likes the venom of the curly winged demon that I gave her. Oh, by the way, that venom has the magic power to clear bad memories. This is a normal gift between friends."
"That's all I can say, my friend." Adams picked up his coat and put it on his arm. "Have a good day, Mr. Lucius."
Adams turned around. When he couldn't see Lucius, the smile on his face instantly collapsed. If it weren't for the horned camel horn —
"Adams!" Lucius called out to the person who was about to walk out of McDonald's.
"Yes, Sir?" Adams turned around with a perfunctory smile on his face. "Is there anything else?"
"Harry Potter is missing?"
Lucius asked the question without any hesitation. It sounded like a statement. Adams paused for a few seconds and then shrugged indifferently. "This news is outdated. Harry Potter is staying where he should be, Mr. Lucius. If there's nothing else …"
"Goodbye, Adams." Lucius waved at Adams and watched him open the glass door and walk out of the restaurant. Lucius didn't leave immediately. He sat in the chair and thought for a while. What sad memories does Madam Bagno want to forget?
If what Adams said is true, then maybe I should go and investigate it ….
"Get out of my sight, Muggle!"
Lucius impatiently slapped away the clerk's hand. The bubblegum blowing young clerk was dutifully cleaning up the mess left behind by Adams. Her gaze kept drifting to Lucius, which happened to disturb Lucius's thoughts.
"Ouch!" The bubblegum exploded and stuck to the clerk's mouth. "What's wrong with you?!"
She discontentedly cleaned the bubblegum on her face. Then she saw the rude customer take out a wooden stick, wave it around, and say something unclear.
"Hmph." Lucius stood up arrogantly and walked past the clerk. "Rude Muggle …"
Lucius didn't turn around, so he didn't notice that the young Muggle clerk wasn't affected by the Muggle Shielding Spell and kept staring at his neck.
The young 'Muggle clerk' took off the hat on her head, and her white blonde hair fell smoothly on her shoulders. This girl who looked no more than 18 years old had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Her skin was unimaginably white, and she looked even whiter in the yellow McDonald's uniform. She looked like she was glowing.
She stared at the door for a while and finally frowned and snorted. "Rude wizard." Four fangs were faintly discernible in her mouth, but she didn't do anything in the end.
"Nya!"
The manager's voice came from the counter. He was a meticulously serious middle-aged bald man. "Tie up your hair!
I know it's beautiful, but I didn't ask you to do it. Go to work! "
"Yes." Nya took out a hair tie from her jacket pocket and skillfully tied her hair into a ponytail. She put on her hat again and was about to pick up the plate on the table. "Huh?" She bent down and picked up a warm red feather on the ground.
She squatted on the ground and looked at the feather for a while. Then she smiled, showing her dimples and four fangs, looking slightly ferocious.
"Finally, I can have some fun," she said.