Chapter 1616 (1/2)

The broken cauldron bar has the Muggle expelling mantra and the protection of the red gall loyal mantra. Muggle can't see here. Even if it is approached unintentionally, it will suddenly leave because of the memory of what's going on at home.

But these are useless for Su Ming, just like the holy place in New York where he entered the 40K universe for the first time. He just pushed the Muggles forward a few steps, and then directly entered the dilapidated tavern.

Small from the outside, at least, it's on a quaint street, sandwiched between a record store and a big bookstore, and, to the Grangers, it seems to have sprung up between two buildings.

I didn't see it just now, but when I approached, it was there. It seemed that only half a door was squeezed on some mottled red bricks. It was estimated that it was very difficult for anyone who was a little fatter to enter.

”This is the broken cauldron bar. You can't even see it without a wizard leading the way.”

Su Ming opened the door of the shop and let several people behind him enter. It seemed that there were two worlds inside and outside the door.

A warm, warm feeling, accompanied by the noise of the breath spread.

Witches and witches crowded around the round table and bar, drinking different drinks from wooden cups, making all kinds of strange noises. Most of them turned red, and even some people who had gone to sleep were eaten by their pet cats.

Of course, some people have noticed several new entrants, such as the owner of the bar, little Tom.

He looks at least sixty years old, but everyone calls him little Tom, who knows why. The broken cauldron bar is the front door of Diagon Alley, and Su Ming is one of the owners who set up shop in Diagon Alley. Naturally, he had a lot of contact with this place in the past two months.

Tom wrinkled his rosacea with a smile, as if he had accidentally soaked it in the tip of his nose when he was making wine. It was a big red lump with a narrow and strange face.

”Welcome, Mr. Wilson. Would you like a bottle of golden malt today?”

”No, little Tom. Hogwarts is about to start school. I'm bringing my students and parents today. It's not a good time to drink.” Su Ming replied gently, as polite as a nobleman.

The owner of the bar suddenly realized that he held up his glass to Su Ming: ”I almost forgot that you are still a professor at Hogwarts. By the way, have you ever seen a boy who survived a disaster?”

Hearing this name, many people in the bar cocked up their ears, and the noise went down a lot. Some people even continued to make noise. People around them swung their bottles and put the drunk down in order to hear the news about Harry Potter.

Bars are such a place. News flows very fast. Many people don't come to drink, they just come to inquire about something.

”I said why your business is so good today.” Su Ming smiles and shakes his head, and leads the Granger family to the courtyard outside the back door of the pub. ”It's Hagrid's job to pick Harry Potter to school. I'm sorry, I've never seen any boy who survived a disaster.”

There was a faint voice of disappointment in the tavern, and it soon became noisy again. Some people did not know who Hagrid was. Some people told them that he was the gatekeeper of Hogwarts. He was expelled from the fourth grade because of the murder of his classmates. He was a bad boy since he was a child.

Some people even began to describe in a low voice how bad Hagrid was, how the half giant cheated Dumbledore and stayed at Hogwarts to continue to do bad things.

As Su Ming said, there is a lot of intelligence in the bar, but how to judge whether the information is true or false is the time to test the basic skills of mercenaries.