Harry Potter's Bastard

Manhattan is indeed bustling, and that's on the bright side. But because of the prosperity, the things here are quite expensive, and the money taken from Carlos actually cost Solim seventy-seven or eighty-eight, and they are now even a little stretched thin on the money to take a taxi back.

"The taxi is not available, but maybe the metro can take us back. Solim didn't have a big bag to carry around, he found a place where no one was around, and threw the things into the box.

"Do you have a 'Knight Bus' service here?" asked Elena.

"What's that? I've never heard of it. "

"Well, looks like we'll have to take the subway back - unless you're willing to use it. "

Although Elena was born and raised in the United States, she had never done a subway before, but just as Solim and Elena were crossing the street and preparing to go to the subway station, Solim noticed something interesting.

"I don't have a few dollars on me, but I do have a lot of Galleons - we might as well go and rest for a while, if you will. "

It was a sign mounted on a lamp pole - the Leprechaun Bar. Solim was sure that it was something that only wizards could see, and following the arrow, Solim found that the entrance was a wall covered with some kind of plant of the genus Diojin.

This is indeed a method that wizards use.

"Come on, maybe we can have a good talk. "

Without saying a word, Solim crashed into Elena headbutt, not caring if any Muggles saw them.

Bars are generally open at night, but The Wizard's Bar is open all day. As soon as I entered, the sound of the car engine outside suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a chaotic scene.

Even for daytime bars, it's a little noisy. However, this is very different from the Three Broomsticks or the Pig's Head Bar, and perhaps because it doesn't have to take care of underage students, some of the décor and activities here are a bit ...... Belch...... Adult.

Elena had never been to such a place, and she had never had a chance to come. Immediately, she was stunned by the commotion in the bar.

"We don't have a bar there...... Uh, that's supposed to be a leprechaun. "Solim wasn't really sure, he had never seen a female goblin, but a male goblin had seen it, and there were a lot of it in Gringotts.

At this time, the fairy girl was singing on the circular stage in the middle of the bar, to be honest, it was really good, completely different from the voice of the male goblins who were either hoarse or like a mouthful of old phlegm in their throats, and many wizards in the audience were watching her performance with great interest—yes, the fairy girl wasn't just singing, she was acting—Solim could only describe it, he had never seen such a form of performance before.

White smoke, black smoke, and smoke of various colors condensed and did not disperse, and as the female goblin sang and kept changing its appearance, unicorns, dragons, and thunderbirds......

"Oh my God, what is this place?" Elena was a little confused, she had not seen anything like it in her less than twenty years of life.

"As you can see - it's a bar. "Solim hadn't seen it either, but he had finally come to his senses.

"Maybe we should go to the bar. "

Elena didn't give Solim a look at this time, she seemed a little nervous in this completely unfamiliar place.

"Huh-"

When Solim sat down at the bar, he thought there was no one here, but when he got closer, he realized that it was ...... Well, it's true that there are no "people", and there are just house-elves.

You don't see anything like that in the UK. The bartender in a pub turned out to be a house-elf, if it were in England, someone from the Ministry of Magic would have been here.

"New faces, Ang, what do you want?"

Solim looked at the house-elf with a black accent in front of him with a strange expression.

Hell, if Solim hadn't known he hadn't been drinking, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

"A glass of canyon water. Solim was still the same, and he felt like he would never get used to the butterbeer.

"Canyon water?" the house-elf glanced at Solim suspiciously, then snapped his fingers, and the glass and bottle completed a series of movements on their own, and the last small glass of canyon water stopped steadily in Solim's hand.

"From the UK?"

Solim raised an eyebrow.

"How?"

"Only you Brits like to drink it. After saying that, the elf snorted disdainfully.

Solim opened his mouth, choking on the little thing in front of him.

This is definitely not something that a house-elf with an owner can say. If Hermione was here, she would be excited—a free elf.

"Do you have everything here?" asked Elena as she sat down next to Solim, stern as she sat down.

"We're at the bar, miss. "

Solim felt that the elf had just rolled his eyes.

"Then bring me a glass of giggles. "

Solim felt as if Elena beside him had suddenly become excited.

"Here, you ordered a giggle, miss. The elf glanced at Solim, as if taunting him for being inferior to a woman.

Indeed, the canyon water is a bit of a mismatch with the wizard's bar, just like an ordinary person who goes to a nightclub and only orders a table of oranges, which is sure to attract strange eyes.

Elena held the cup in both hands, as if she had finally made up her mind, and closed her eyes and took a sip.

"Hah-"

Elena's sudden movement sent Solim a thriller.

If there was a hen sitting next to her, it would make sense to make such a move, but ......

"I've wanted to try this for a long time, but I've never had the opportunity to do that before. Elena seemed a little unsatisfied, "Let's have another drink—"

"This stuff doesn't get drunk, does it?" said Solim, looking suspiciously at the tea-red giggle in Elena's hand.

"Drunk? What are you kidding! This isn't hot whiskey. The elf looked disdainful, but Solim wasn't prepared to deal with a house-elf.

"It suddenly occurred to me that Butterbeer was acceptable – at least not to make any strange noises after drinking it. "

"Butterbeer, something that doesn't even taste like owl urine, I don't know why you Englishmen like to drink it. "

Is this still a house-elf? Solim is a question mark, this is the first time he has seen such an arrogant elf, and what is even more amazing is that this elf has such a broken mouth, and is still alive and well.

"Haven't you been taught anything because of your mouth?" said Solim, looking at him meaningfully.

"Of course not!"

"It's unusual. Solim touched the hand, thoughtfully.

"Isn't that unusual? I don't think so. A deep male voice rang out from Solim's side.

Solim turned his head to look. A small leprechaun in a small suit was found approaching.

"As long as he has a good boss, no one will touch him. The elf grinned at Solim with a mouthful of fangs.