Hogwarts lazy snake

The burly wizard's face was already filled with anger, and when he saw Horn's childish appearance, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He did not take Horn seriously at all.

He thought to himself, what can this little brat do to me?

But when his eyes fell on Lucius Malfoy, his expression changed instantly, and he quickly changed his tone, saying with a gloomy face: "Forget it, forget it, it's my bad luck, you don't need to pay me."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and tried to take back the alchemical prosthesis from Horn. His movements were quick and fierce, as if he wanted to end it as soon as possible and come back next time when he had the chance.

At this critical moment, a female wizard appeared silently behind the burly wizard like a mysterious ghost.

Her appearance came without any warning, like a shadow suddenly flashing in the darkness.

She just gently pressed the wand in her hand, and the tip of the wand instantly emitted a powerful magical wave, like an invisible shackle.

The burly wizard's hand that was reaching out to Horn froze in mid-air. His expression was frozen, his eyes were full of fear, and he dared not move forward at all, as if he would be in great danger if he moved again.

"Humph!"

The female wizard snorted softly, then kicked out with a swift and accurate kick, hitting the burly wizard's knee precisely.

There was a loud "thump" sound, which was particularly loud in the quiet shop. The burly wizard's legs went limp and he was forced to half-kneel on the ground like a collapsed mountain.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably and cold sweat broke out from his forehead like raindrops, instantly soaking the clothes on his back. His disheveled appearance was in stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

He could clearly feel the pressure of magic coming from the wand on his neck. The magic was like a surging tide, hitting his nerves wave after wave.

He knew in his heart that the witch in front of him was extremely powerful and he was no match for her. Resistance would be like hitting a rock with an egg.

His eyes were full of fear and pleading, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "I was wrong, let me go, I don't want you to pay me."

Lucius looked at the female wizard who subdued the burly wizard, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that he had seen this witch before and she was a skilled prosthetic repairer in the shop.

He calmly glanced at the subdued troublemaker, then turned gracefully to face the other customers in the store, raised his hands slightly, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

He comforted them in his magnetic and steady voice: "Dear customers, please don't worry. In our Heping store, no matter how difficult the problem is, our professional staff are capable of handling it properly."

At this point, he paused, and his voice became warning: "Of course, the premise is that you come here for normal consumption. Our Peace Store will always open its doors to you. I, Lucius Malfoy, also sincerely welcome every friend here."

"There was just a small incident here today, just like a ripple on a calm lake. We will resolve it soon and everyone can continue shopping with peace of mind."

Stoke stood beside Lucius, nodded vigorously, and echoed loudly: "That's right, don't worry. We will take care of everything."

After saying that, he looked at the witch. When their eyes met, the witch understood what he meant and took the burly wizard to the office inside the store.

At this moment, a customer who was concentrating on choosing a prosthetic limb witnessed this dramatic scene and couldn't help but look at the store in a different light.

He nudged the customer next to him with his elbow and whispered, "Hey, look at this store, it's really full of hidden talents! That troublemaker is really asking for trouble. He certainly didn't expect that there is such a powerful person in this store. It seems that this store is not simple, and there must be a deep background behind it."

The customer next to him smiled slightly when he heard his words, with a mysterious light flashing in his eyes, and responded: "Of course! You don't know, when the Peace Alchemy Prosthetics Shop first opened, the scene could only be described as 'shocking'."

"Not only is there a famous family like the Malfoy family, but other holy families have also come to show their support, and even the Ministry of Magic has sent important figures to attend. This store was destined to be extraordinary from the beginning."

As he spoke, he seemed to recall the grand occasion at that time, his eyes full of excitement, and he picked up a small drink from a tray held by a waiter and took a sip. His satisfied expression was as if he was tasting the most precious wine in the world.

The customer was immediately interested when he heard this. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he said expectantly, "I'm Wenger. I just came back from abroad. I was attracted to this new store. Brother, can you tell me any interesting stories here?"

Seeing Wenger's curious face, the wizard's desire to talk was also aroused. He cleared his throat and began to talk excitedly: "Do you know? The prosthetic limbs in this store are unique. Each one combines the most advanced alchemy and magic..."

Outside the shops, the streets were bustling with traffic and people coming and going.

A wizard with dark circles under his eyes and wearing a torn cloak was hiding in the corner stealthily, peeking through the glass at what was happening in the store.

His eyes revealed a complex expression, showing both nervous concern about the situation in the store and a hint of imperceptible panic.

When he saw the witch who was trying to stop the burly wizard from kicking someone, his eyes inadvertently swept to a decoration on the witch's waist.

In an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around and walked away without saying a word. His steps were hurried and panicked, as if some terrible monster was chasing him.

He walked through the crowd and finally came to an empty aisle after several turns.

It's dark and damp here, the walls are covered with moss, and it exudes a stale and decayed smell.

The wizard in the tattered cloak could no longer suppress the anger and fear in his heart. His eyes became fierce, like a beast cornered, and he cursed: "Fuck! I just wanted to catch a kid, why did so many troublesome guys show up!" His voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying with it endless anger and unwillingness.

Just as he finished speaking, a deep and majestic voice sounded behind him: "Really? It seems that you are committing crimes knowingly, you are really arrogant!"

The sound was so sudden that the wizard in the tattered cloak had no reason to pay attention, and his body trembled.

The wizard in the tattered cloak was frightened by the sudden sound and shuddered all over, as if he had been electrocuted.

He subconsciously turned around with his wand in hand, but his movements were a little clumsy because he was too frightened.

In a rush, he cast a "Dizzy" spell, and the magic shot out from his wand with panicked magical fluctuations.

But his wrist was held down by the owner of that voice, and the hand was as strong as an iron clamp.

The "Knockout" spell lost its accuracy and hit the wall. With a "bang", a crack appeared on the wall.

Then a fist enlarged before his eyes. The powerful impact made the wizard in the torn cloak's nose sore and tears flowed uncontrollably.

He used the reaction force to step back, staggering and almost falling.

When he regained his balance, he saw who was coming. It was the hot-tempered wizard who had punched him twice in the Leaky Cauldron. He was shocked and angry. He was shaking with anger and started to curse again: "It's you again. I told you it wasn't me, but you're still pestering me! What do you want?"