From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Okay, you're done shopping. It's time for you to leave the black market. This is not an idle tourist attraction. If the tour guide talks nonsense again, just settle the score with him."

After briefly showing the students around, William began to drive them away - taking such a group of inquiring students around the black market, he really had the illusion that he was causing trouble.

"Professor, would you like to take a look at the tavern? Adventure stories say that taverns in the black market are essential places for gathering intelligence. We have never seen a place like that!"

"That's right, Professor!"

The students obviously did not have enough fun, and began to pester William to visit the pub here.

…

Is that any different from the Pig's Head Bar?

If you really want to go, wouldn't the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade be safer? Students will definitely not get into trouble there, and the specific matters will not be much different. The black market tavern is like a chain fast food restaurant, almost the same routine...

But as a professor, he couldn't say such things. After all, the Pig's Head Bar was already very restrained. He absolutely couldn't rashly accuse it of being a black market tavern...

"Okay, the last stop - let me declare in advance that you are not allowed to shout out to stop someone when you find someone cheating or stealing, nor are you allowed to intervene when a fight breaks out with a strong sense of justice. Who can If there is such a move, I will be the first to cast a spell to pin him in place.”

William raised his voice a bit, "In a place like the black market, although I can't say that everyone has problems, most wizards always have some fishy hearts. Therefore, don't think that someone will help you if you are just. You, the wizards here are more inclined to kill strangers first."

"Eavesdropping on other people's conversations is a big taboo. I can handle one or two wizards with confidence. If a group of black market veterans take action, I will have to run away, and it will be impossible to take care of you - remember? "

"Okay professor!"

"No problem Professor!"

A group of students agreed unanimously, and William nodded before leading them towards the tavern they had just met.

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"welcome."

When William pushed open the door of the bar, he had to admit that he did have some misunderstandings about the Pig's Head Bar.

This place is completely different from the black market tavern he is familiar with. Instead, it is somewhat similar to the Three Broomsticks - the guests here do not even have the habit of masking their faces, and they show their faces openly. If William hadn't known very well that this was a black market. , he might even think that he just entered an ordinary bar.

William took stock of the environment and selected two tables near the door for the students to sit down. Then he asked about their tastes one by one, and then went to the bartender to order and order a large glass of beer for himself.

Putting his wine on the table, William began to examine the surrounding environment.

The room was well-lit and clean, which completely changed his stereotype. But as soon as he looked around, William knew that he was not in the wrong place - just at a glance, he saw at least three illegal acts. Business.

This did not include the magic carpet trade, which he did not know if it was allowed in Greece, and the trade of several rare magical biological materials that should generally be considered prohibited.

Just as he was surveying the environment, the bartender had already brought the drinks ordered by the others and placed them on the table.

"Professor, come and have a drink!"

One student suggested, but William just shook his head and lowered his voice and responded, "Generally speaking, if you drink alcohol here, there should be no problem, but when drinking in a strange place, you still have to leave one person who doesn't drink. of people.”

He raised the glass and clinked it with the students, then tapped his fingers on the wine glass, and the wine went down a bit. Then he put the glass back to its original position and continued to look at the people around him with his peripheral vision. .

"Sir, ladies, let's sing a song, and just buy me a glass of wine!"

Probably because they were chattering here, they didn’t look like they were doing business. After a while, a wizard holding a piano came over and said, "When you come to Greece, it is incomplete without listening to the heroic epics. Wine and singing are the best." It’s the perfect match!”

He chose the location very cleverly, blocking most of the tables in the back from looking this way, and also blocking the sights from this side to that side - there is no doubt that this should be someone who cooperates with the tavern, The purpose is to prevent tourists who don't know anything from accidentally disturbing the rest of the store's business while paying for Galleons.

"There's actually a bard! It's like an adventure story!"

What a student blurted out made William almost cover his forehead - didn't this reveal everything? A group of people who are excited about adventure stories come to the black market streets...are they waiting to be slaughtered?

"Then let's play the most classic song!"

Another student enthusiastically ordered the song. The singer tuned his harp and let it start playing by itself, and then loudly sang a story about the Trojan Horse.

'Are Muggle semi-myths popular here too? ’

William, who had originally planned to listen to the differences between the mythical stories here, suddenly became interested. It sounded patiently - the story had a slight magical twist. For example, the construction of the wooden horse was helped by a wizard, and he even used magic to help the soldiers sneak away. The city gate was opened silently, and the Trojan horse plan finally succeeded.

This was very interesting, especially when the other party had a very good voice. William decisively bought him a drink and then began to discuss the remuneration for singing.

Next, they soon heard a variety of songs, including the story of the failed prediction of the prophet Calchas, the story of the witch Ses who tricked the sailors into turning them into pigs, and the story of the invincible Andros who relied on the wandless magic weapon to sing. The story of the adventures of France and the giant-sized patron saint on the European continent.

'It's worth the price of admission...'

William nodded and paid a galleon as payment for the songs.

"Are there any modern epic stories?"

he asked the bard curiously.

"Of course, I have the stories about the Wiccan Party and the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald!"

"and this?"

Before William could speak, the students were already excited.

"Of course there is. Let's start with the story of the Umno Party."

The bard drank another large glass of wine, then tapped his harp to change its tune.

"...It was a dark night, and the evil Wudi Party lurked at the protective border."

"...Magino is a nice name. Wizards who pity Muggles are stationed there..."

"Grindelwald's apostles launched a blitzkrieg, and in that dark night, countless bursts of lightning tore everything apart..."

"The thunder overwhelmed all the shouts, and countless wizards..."

…

The singing was nice, the lyrics were fluent, well-founded and convincing - the Wiccan Party launched a blitzkrieg. On a dark night, the lightning in the sky shattered the protective magic, and then spontaneously guarded it. The wizard was completely defeated, and the Maginot Line of Defense suddenly lost its effectiveness...

Well, except for the fact that the content is too clumsy, everything is very good - it is also the first time that William knows that blitzkrieg originally refers to a wizard controlling a lot of lightning to strike randomly in the air...

'I actually want to find clues from the bard's story...'

William wanted to laugh at himself for a moment - the Blitzkrieg was so outrageous, and there was no need to listen to the stories about Grindelwald and Dumbledore later. He was afraid that the other party would ruin a few more words...

"Okay, no need to listen, your voice is a little hoarse," William smiled as Sickle gave the last song, and then praised, "It's a very nice singing voice, I think they must think so too."

"That's it for today. Let's go. It's time for us to go somewhere else."

Although the students seemed to have not heard enough, after William spoke, everyone stood up and began to walk towards the door of the bar in an orderly manner.

Several attentive students had already discovered that someone was exchanging some illegal things, but they resisted saying anything and just pointed at them. However, due to William's warning when he came, no one showed anything unusual.

'Very good, that's it -'

Just when William was about to leave with the students peacefully, there was a sudden commotion at the door of the bar. A group of panicked wizards squeezed in directly, and then greeted the bartender inside with their wands while looking out curiously. .

"Stay a little longer."

William had no choice but to stop and ask the students to return to the previous table. Theoretically speaking, in a place like the black market where a bar could be opened, no one would break in and cause trouble. He had no interest in getting involved in the commotion at the door. and.

"What happened? Why did the fight start?"

"Hey, it's not something done by those novices!" A guy carrying a cloth bag looked outside, and then replied, "It was just that I cheated a guy last time, and he was killed on the street a month later. We found out that there are more people on the other side this time, won’t we start a fight?”

As soon as he spoke, the winner came out. He arrogantly grabbed the collar of the person carrying the package, walked directly into the bar, and then occupied an empty table.

"Finally I caught this liar. Last time he actually deceived me of two hundred galleons, saying it was precious African tree snake skin, but it turned out that it was all forged from ordinary snake skin!"

He held the liar's wand in his hand, slapped him casually, and pulled the package off forcefully, "It's a trick, right? It was all real at first, but in the end, it was replaced with a fake. If I catch you this time, can you change it for me again?"

"Come, search me, and find those two hundred galleons!"

He and his friends cursed and rummaged through the liar's pockets. After a search, they ended up with another slap in the face.

"Poor man, where's the money?"

"The flowers... are all spent..."

"If you spend all the money, then use things to pay off the debt!"

After another slap in the face, the sack on his body was pulled over and placed on the table. With a clatter, a table full of sundries was poured out.

"Professor... there seems to be... the eggshells of birds and snakes."

A student lowered his voice and said - This thing is one of the important raw materials of Fuling Elixir. It was highly promoted last year for unknown reasons and has been declining slowly since then.

"That one over there, should it be the gallweed?"

Another student took a look and recognized the valuable items.

"This is all rubbish..."

The strong man looked at the miscellaneous things on the table and said, "This egg shell seems to be something valuable...is it silver?"

He weighed it and tossed it, "Let's count it as silver. It's a lot. Does anyone want this pile of silver for five galleons?"

"mine!"

"Snapped!"

Another loud slap in the face, "It's ours now. We don't care if we sell it for two hundred galleons. If we don't get enough, I'll beat you up."

"I want it, five galleons!"

The man who shouted the price boldly began to take money from his pocket, and then panic appeared on his face, "Wait a minute, keep the things, I will get the money, don't sell it to others!"

He ran away quickly, and then the strong man picked up another piece and weighed it - it was the shell of a fire crab, "It's colorful, does anyone want fifteen galleons?"

This thing was quickly released, followed by the next one.

"Let's go..."

William knocked on the table to alert the eager students and left the shop before they tried to buy.

There were a few students whose eyes kept drifting in that direction, but in the end they resisted and did not leave the group.

About a hundred meters out of the bar, William stopped and looked at his graduated students with expectant eyes.

"It seems...something's wrong..."

"Yeah...but, the things do look real..."

"Professor," Nancy asked suddenly, "are those people colluding?"

William nodded, "Obviously, some of you have revealed your wealth when buying things. You have spent a lot of money..."

"Oh my god...the ones who hit, those who were hit, and even those who ran away are all together?"

"Then...the eggs of birds and snakes?"

"They should be fakes. The ones that are not sold are most likely fakes - the ones that are sold are the real ones. Maybe after we are fooled, the other party will say no wait, why hasn't that guy come yet, etc." Package it for us at a reasonable price.”

"Probably so."

William nodded approvingly - it's a good thing that his students are not that bad in this regard.

"What a big scam... When they started this trick, I thought someone was really looking for trouble..."

"That's right... No wonder the professor always said that there is a difference between a liar and a liar. Look at that one on the roadside... he's so good at cheating... Hey, professor?"

"How can I sell this laurel replica?"

William squatted over there and asked the vendor.

"What kind of imitation, made by goblins, ten galleons, just leave if you can't afford it."

"It's too expensive, I don't want it anymore."

William shook his head decisively.

"That's ten Galleons, why don't you grab it?"

The students all chimed in - one handicraft costs ten galleons, what a joke...

However, to their expectation, William pointed directly to the mat below, "I really want this thing. Can I sell it for five hundred galleons?"

‘Five hundred, is the professor crazy? '

However, to their surprise, the previously indifferent hawker smiled and said, "I make a living on this, I really can't sell it..."

"Look for another one. I believe you have the ability. Five hundred and fifty Galleons is the highest. If you don't sell it, I will leave."

The hawker gritted his teeth and said, "Sell it... and I'll give you the laurel crown..."

"Okay, let's go withdraw the money together. Don't think about changing it on the way. I will check it at the wizard bank then." William waved his hand and took out a bag from behind the vendor and handed it to the student. "It should be like this." It’s quite exquisite, each of them should be kept as a souvenir—it’s time for us to go.”

"I'm only giving you one. The cost is very high, sir..."