Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

No one answered, they just turned their heads and everyone talked about their own things again, chatting in low voices again.

It’s like, “It has nothing to do with me.”

Instead of "I'm scared".

Draco felt a little embarrassed, after all, people acted indifferently. However, Harry was very satisfied, this was the effect he wanted.

"Thank you, but you don't have to be like this." Nagini nodded gently, expressing her gratitude politely and distantly.

She was wary of Harry.

"It's okay." Harry nodded slightly and said no more.

At the same time, Aberforsti walked up with two bottles of wine. With a searching look on his brow, Nagini apologized, walked towards Aberforth, and began to speak in a low voice.

After hearing what happened today, Aberforth's face turned dark and he said in a deep voice, "How many times has this happened today?"

"This..." Nagini was stunned for a moment and said softly: "This is my first time seeing them."

"No." Aberforth shook his head: "What I'm saying is, these bastards are harassing you...forget it, you don't have to give me an answer!"

Having been alone for too long, Aberforth has always been insensitive to other people's feelings. He has seen through most of them in a hundred years, and nothing seems to matter.

This was definitely not the first time that Nagini had been harassed. He was familiar with how bad these drinkers were - even verbal teasing was not enough to get them locked up in Azkaban. Many "good people" had done this.

But he will never allow it!

"If something like this happens again in the future, there is no need to tolerate it, and there is no need to give me face. Just return the favor." Aberforth said seriously.

"Okay, sir." Nagini nodded.

Aberforth nodded helplessly, opened the wine, poured a glass, and said: "Nagini, I said, you don't have to do these trivial things. You can choose your own life. I have thought about it many times when you wake up. What will I do, except..."

"Sir, this is my choice." Nagini smiled, picked up the wine glass, turned and walked towards Draco Harry's table.

"Your agave," she whispered.

"Thank you." Draco nodded slightly, and after Nagini left, he couldn't wait to take a bite.

After a moment, he suppressed his grin and said, "It's boring... I've always liked the name of this wine, but the taste is a bit..."

Harry listened patiently to Draco's comments about the wine - presumably he also learned some vocabulary from Lucius.

After a moment, until Draco had finished speaking, Harry glanced back at the fireplace.

"not coming…"

"Wait a minute?" Draco also looked impatient.

Just as he was talking, a flame suddenly rose in the fireplace of the bar, and a bow-legged man walked out of it quickly, with a red complexion, and his turbid yellow eyes like a mouse kept looking at the tavern.

Then, his eyes fell on Harry, and he swallowed. Seeing that the two of them didn't notice him, he quickly patted his face to cheer up.

fortunately…

Then, he walked quickly to the two of them, grabbed a chair and sat down in a familiar manner.

Draco glanced at him, and then the tip of his nose twitched: "You were late...drinking? It seems that the things between us are far less important to you than the drinking party!"

"No...no." Mundungus waved his hand quickly, trying to explain.

"Explanations are useless, let's just talk about it." Draco said, "Where is what we want?"

"Yes! Yes!" Mundungus nodded quickly: "I found two people through connections. I'm really sorry. It's not that I didn't try hard enough.

It's just that people who came out of Azkaban were either depressed and didn't want to interact with outsiders, or they were already depressed and committed suicide. There are also some who are crazy and ignore things, completely unable to communicate.

It took a lot of effort for me to find these two people, and..."

"And what?"

"As I said, people who come out of Azkaban are all..." Mundungus whispered: "For example, the first person I found, he is now doing food delivery work in Diagon Alley, every day I can only barely make some money for food.

The second one is a little crazy. You may also recognize him as the beggar with a broken leg in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. "

"I don't know." Draco said, "But... who is the delivery person? Is he free tonight?!"

At least this is someone who can earn a living on his own, so he should be able to communicate normally.

"Of course! Of course! His life is very difficult." Mundungus nodded quickly: "Would you like to contact him?"

"Now." Draco nodded.

As soon as the words fell, Mundungus seemed to jump up from the torture chair, quickly walked into the fireplace again and left.

"I thought he was going to say let us go or something..." Draco whispered.

"We're not going anyway," Harry said.

"Only a fool would go." Draco raised the corner of his mouth: "But this guy is really...unreliable and smells of alcohol. Do you think it's possible for him to randomly recruit a familiar liar to join forces and deceive us?!"

Harry was silent for a while. Logically speaking, Mundungus should not do such stupid things because they have the leverage, but... it's really possible.

"It's possible, let's be careful later."

After that, the two of them fell silent and listened to the chatter of others in the tavern, describing recent events.

Lloyd had a cold two days ago and wanted to mix some alcohol with his cold medicine. As a result, he slept for two days and his family began to prepare for his funeral.

Adelson was walking in London yesterday and bumped into a Muggle. As a result, the two got into a fight. So he followed the guy secretly and used his wand to turn the other person's wallet keys into mice...

All kinds of trivial magical pleasures surround their ears.

More than ten minutes later, the fireplace once again lit up with dazzling green fire.

Mundungus, a decadent man with sunken eyes and a sluggish look, walked into it.

"Right here," Mundungus said.

"What?" The man was a little confused: "Who?!"

"That's the person I just talked about, remember?!" Mundungus quickly reminded him.

"Oh...oh, yes." The man nodded: "So that's what happened."

With that said, they also walked to Harry and Draco's table.

"Let's go out and talk." Harry and Draco stood up and walked outside.

Outside, the cold wind blew by, quickly blowing away the decadence that had just risen in the warm house.

"Introduce me, Mundungus." Draco said softly. At the same time, he also noticed the big depression on the dirt road in the country, which was full of cracks.

Obviously, that was the scene where Harry was doing something outside just now.

"His name is Paul Shaner. Five years ago, he walked out of Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron into London after being drunk. As a result, he injured a Muggle on the way and caused many people to witness magical events. He was sentenced to one life. … It’s like a two-year sentence.”

"Ah...that...that was such a desperate experience." Paul looked ahead with dull eyes.