The Existence of Harry Potter

On the last day of this week, continue to ask for recommendations. Today's update is early enough.

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Dirty, messy, bad...

When Asker entered the door, he was almost smoked out by the unpleasant smell in the No Pig Head Bar. It was a terrible poisonous gas mixed with many odors such as corrupt food, dead animal carcasses, the sour smell of bad wine, and the "body odor" of men. , it is no wonder that most of the customers are wearing masks and hoods, and only a small number of people seem to be used to it, and they are also one of the sources of this bad gas.

What is the most annoying thing about big-footed guys...

In the spirit of doing as the locals do, Asko also took out a mask and put it on. This is one of the standard equipment in the potions class, which can effectively prevent toxic gases from being inhaled into the body. Asker's clothes also had a hood. After thinking about it, Asker also pulled the hood up, and now his face was basically covered.

Many of the guests at the Pig's Head Bar didn't look like they were here for a drink. They were making a lot of noise. From time to time, they made an inexplicable laugh. ...the breath of the rivers and lakes?

The business of this bar is much more lively than Asker thought. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find any empty seats. It seemed that he could only squeeze a table with those big-footed guys and shirtless meat sellers.

"There's a seat here."

In the corner, a wizard stood up and waved to Ask. The whole body was shrouded in black robes, and the light in the corners was extremely dim, making this emaciated wizard look like a ghost. One of his rare people occupied a table, and the nearby table was also far away. Judging from the traces on the ground, it seemed that those people took the initiative to move the table away.

Asker touched his chin, should he go or not?

After five minutes...

"You said you were Nico Lemay?" Ask rolled his eyes, and then said in a tone of contempt: "If you were Nicole Lemay, I would be Merlin's dad!"

"I'm really Nicole LeMay."

The wizard sitting opposite Asker lowered his hood and showed his face to Asker, that is, a middle-aged uncle who looked in his thirties. His hair was a little gray, his beard seemed to have been shaved, and he looked like a scholar with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Don't bully me for not reading enough..." Ask picked up the wine on the table, sniffed it in front of his nose, his eyes lit up, "...very good mead..." After drinking it, Ask squinted his eyes comfortably, "Nicole Lemay, he's 665 this year... No, he's 666 years old, doesn't he look like 50 at most?"

"You are wrong, I am 666 years old this year, and my birthday has passed." The middle-aged wizard corrected.

"Che, do you have any other evidence?"

"Do you know what is the best thing about Nicole LeMay?"

Asker thought for a while and replied, "Alchemy?"

"It's not bad, I even know this." The middle-aged wizard said with some surprise. He took out a small box from his pocket, looked around, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he pushed the box to Ask in front of. "The things in here can prove my identity!"

"what?"

"You'll know just by looking at it."

"How do I know if there will be any mechanism in this box, or is it a trap you set?"

Asker said that although he said that, his movements were very smooth. After passing through the box, he checked it carefully. The box was not special, just ordinary poplar wood, but the rune inscribed on it looked very high-end and high-grade, with repeated twists and turns, surrounded by circles, each on the box. Almost an inch of space is covered with rune.

"This box... do you sell it?" Asking asked suddenly, stroking the box.

"The box..." The middle-aged wizard didn't expect Asker to ask such a question. After thinking about it, he said: "The box is not a precious thing, it's okay to give it to you, but the contents inside must be placed in a specific package like this. I don't have a spare right now..."

"What's inside is special?" Ask asked, he opened a gap, took a look and closed it again. He threw the box to the middle-aged wizard like throwing rubbish. Asker said disdainfully, "I thought it was something, but it turned out to be just a broken stone. Wouldn't you say this is the magic stone?"

"Yes, this is the Philosopher's Stone!" The middle-aged wizard said seriously.

"You're a liar! If this is the Philosopher's Stone, I'll eat it, do you believe it?"

Asker was running out of patience, and said impatiently, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged wizard's eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for his words, he pushed the box in front of Asker, and said with a sinister smile: "This is what you said, come, you eat this magic stone!"

"You're sick, I said if this is the Philosopher's Stone, I'll eat it... But it's clearly a broken stone!"

"This is really the Philosopher's Stone. You can live like me for a long time after eating it." The middle-aged wizard advised, "Look, I'm 666 years old, but I'm still so young, don't you envy it?"

"Envy?" Ask snorted, stretched his body forward a little, and stared into the eyes of the middle-aged wizard, "If this is really the Philosopher's Stone, would you be willing to give it to me?"

"Why don't you want to?"

The middle-aged wizard seemed very puzzled. He took out another bigger box, carefully placed it on the table, and signaled Asker to open it. Asker opened the box suspiciously, and inside was a larger stone that was the same as the one in the previous box. The previous piece looked a bit like it was cut from this piece.

"The magic stone in your house is this big?" Ask pointed to the basketball-sized box, which contained a volleyball-sized stone, "Such a big magic stone? There is no magic fluctuation at all, not even a flying broom. Where the **** did you pick it up? Haha, has the Sorcerer's Stone rotted away these days?"

"The wisdom of mortals!" The middle-aged wizard was also a little angry~www.NovelMTL.com~ He put away the big box and pushed the small box in front of Asker again, "How do you know about alchemy like a brat? The true meaning of magic! The Philosopher's Stone is a miracle that cannot be predicted by common sense, how can you look at it with the eyes of a mortal!"

"Hehe, then tell me, how should I look at it?"

"You just need to eat it to know if I'm lying!"

"Would you like to cook it first? Will eating it raw cause diarrhea?" Ask laughed, he picked up the box, weighed it a few times, and put it into his pocket while shaking his head, "For the sake of the box's uniqueness, , I reluctantly accepted it."

"You still don't believe me."

"Of course I don't believe you anymore. If it was you, would you believe it?" Asker replied.

The middle-aged wizard stood up and stared at Ask for a while. He suddenly laughed, pointed at Ask, and said in a very confident tone: "I bet a copper nut, one day, you will regret it. I didn't believe what I said today!"

"Actually, I regret it now..." Aske put his chin in one hand, raised his head slightly, and said with a smile, "I regret why I listened to your nonsense for so long..."

The middle-aged wizard shook his head indifferently. He turned around and walked outside the bar. As he walked, he said, "If you have nightmares again, you can try making wine with this stone, it will help of……"

The smile on Asker's face froze...