Retirement from Hogwarts

"Yes, that's the one." Jack nodded affirmatively to Harry on the ladder leading to the outside of the wine cellar. "Why, do you want to experience the underground black market?"

"Is it really okay?" Harry, who climbed out with Jack, asked excitedly after hearing Jack's words.

"There's nothing wrong with that. On the contrary, basically everyone here will hide their identity. Even if you go there, no one will recognize you as the savior." Jack said as he put on a coat that looked like a dementor. The shabby cloak was handed to Harry. "With the cloak of the Invisible, only the person wearing the matched coat can hear the other person's voice and expression. Wearing this is standard."

Standard?Harry thought confused after hearing Jack's words.But when they walked from the side door of the bar's backyard to the alley outside, he understood what Jack meant.Everyone here wears almost identical cloaks of the Invisible.In this environment you can do whatever you want without anyone knowing who is who.

"Where is this place?" Harry asked Jack in a low voice.

"Knockturn Alley. A place dedicated to shady business." Jack explained to Harry in a low voice while leading him through the crowd.

"This is it, the Hog's Head Bar. The facade of Knockturn Alley." Jack took Harry around for a long time and then turned back to the entrance of the alleyway where they came out before, finally stopping at what was probably the most luxurious bar in the entire block. In front of a building.

Although this is the most luxurious building, it is just a two-story stone building.But even if it doesn't have any other complicated decorations, it is already unusually magnificent compared to other low wooden facades that look like medieval shacks in the Earth Age.

"What is this bar for?" Harry asked worriedly, looking at the endless flow of people at the door of the bar.

"To put it bluntly, this is an adventurer's guild. It is mainly responsible for the functions of the black market and publishing tasks." Jack lowered his voice and explained. "The missions here are not as formal as those in the home of interstellar adventurers. Theft, assassination, robbery, and even attacks on cargo ships are all included."

"Then we won't be in danger here, right?" Harry couldn't help but shuddered after hearing Jack's words. Apparently Jack's explanation was a little too exciting.

"Don't worry, the boss here doesn't allow anyone to fight here." Jack patted Harry on the shoulder comfortingly, and then led him inside.

"What do you two guests want to order?" Not long after the two sat down on the second floor of the bar, a tall maid came over carrying two quilts.

"Two special grilled dragon rib set meals, plus a Mercury salad." Jack looked at Harry who was staring at the maid in a daze and sighed helplessly. He glanced at the menu in the lobby on the first floor and ordered directly. A meal for two.

"Jack, I think I'm in love." Harry murmured, staring closely at the back of the departing maid.

"Don't look at it, Harry. You are definitely not in love." Jack looked helplessly at Harry's reaction and shook his head, then casually threw a dispelling magic on Harry's head. "That maid is a drow with the gift of charm, so you have the illusion of being in love.

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"Drow!" After being dispelled of the charm, Harry couldn't help but exclaimed softly after hearing Jack's words, and then shuddered. The rumors about these guys are not as beautiful as their appearance. "Why is she here? Aren't the drow the only race banned from entering the country collectively by the federation?"

"That one is a bleached version of the Dark Moon Elf who believes in the dark maiden Eilistraee. Otherwise you would have been deceived just now and all that's left would be the robe you are wearing." Jack smiled and took a sip of the butterbeer that was served just now. said.

Harry's tense expression under his hood relaxed slightly after hearing Jack's explanation.Soon, the food they ordered was brought to them, and Harry was once again unsatisfactoryly charmed.

"Why am I the one who gets shot every time?" After being disenchanted by Jack again, Harry looked at the other people in the pub who were not charmed and complained with some annoyance.

"Who says they don't have it? It's just that they are in a different realm from you, so they do it in a more subtle way. If you don't believe me, look at that table." Jack pointed downstairs to the table of a cloaked man sitting in the corner.

"Table?" Harry looked at the shaking table with a puzzled expression.

"It's okay if you don't understand. You will understand later. Let's eat now." Jack pointed at the dragon steak on the plate in front of Harry and said. “The dragon ribs at this bar are still great.”

"They just buy and sell contraband so openly?" After witnessing at least a dozen transactions of contraband during the meal, Harry finally couldn't help but asked Jack after eating.

"There's nothing surprising about this. To put it bluntly, those contraband items are just some casting materials that can damage magic. No one who is a truly powerful wizard would use those things." Jack explained to Harry nonchalantly. After finishing, he waved to the maid waiting in the corner on the second floor.Then she put a bag into the tray in her hand.

"What is that?" Harry asked curiously as he looked at the bag being taken away by the maid.

"Some potions for hand training, bring them here to exchange for some..." Before Jack could finish speaking, he saw the small clock on the bar below being rung by the wrinkled old man behind the bar, and then the whole bar suddenly became quiet. down.

"You guys, you're in luck today." The old man jumped onto the bar and shouted loudly. "We have just received a commission to auction three bottles of the Spiritual Elixir, three bottles of the Boiling Blood Potion and three bottles of the Life Potion from the mysterious pharmacist."

After the old man said that, Harry saw the maid who had just taken away Jack's so-called hand training potion hand the bag in the tray to the old man.After he opened the bag and showed the nine bottles of potions of different colors, the whole bar was boiling.

"Since your stuff is so popular, why don't you take it to a regular store and sell it on consignment?" Harry asked a little strangely.

"Regular stores have specialized pharmacists who make medicines for them, and rarely buy them from outside. And many of their medicines are only sold to licensed people, and the prices are far lower than here." Just as Jack explained to Harry what's going on here. While talking, the bidding below has reached a fever pitch.High prices that stunned Harry were constantly revealed by the people below.