Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard

For the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic represents the positive lawful world.

But there are always some people who can only live in the dark side.

Hence the existence of places like the dark world and the black market.

The Banshee Bar is such a place. All the guys who are wanted by the Ministry of Magic or are hunted down finally gather here.

The land of America is inherently barbaric. The first batch of people who arrived here accumulated their first pot of gold through blood debt during the initial accumulation of capital.

The history of the Banshee Bar can be traced back to the days of the great gold development in America.

It's just that at that time, the Banshee Bar was not called that name, and the Banshee Bar at that time was not a gathering place for the dark world.

In other words, at that time, the entire America was dark, so the Banshee Bar would not be illegal.

However, as the order in America gradually stabilized, the positioning of the Banshee Bar also changed accordingly.

Now, like the black market in England, it can only live in the shadows.

One thing that is different from Europe is that America has its own national conditions. The Banshee Bar is not a completely illegal organization. As long as they don't leave their own land, basically no one will come to look for trouble.

This has also allowed the black market business in the Americas to develop in full swing.

Rather than saying that the Banshee Bar is located in the middle of the Black Market Street, it is better to say that the entire Black Market Street has developed around the Banshee Bar.

No matter how eagerly the black market in America has developed in this era, every state has its own magic black market.

Banshee Bar, Black Market Street, etc. rely on their long history to firmly occupy the top spot of Big Brother.

Speaking of the Banshee Bar, its previous name is hard to find out, and the old guys from that group also rushed to the kingdom of death early.

Some people have studied its current name, and it was changed when the Muggle government in America built its capital.

It is said that it was renamed Banshee Bar because the proprietress of the bar was a banshee with powerful magic power.

It has its current status partly because of its long-standing qualifications, and partly because of the current owner of the bar, the mysterious banshee.

If there wasn't such a powerful being protecting this place, Gretel really didn't believe that such a domineering country in America would allow a group of ditch-diggers to live here safely.

The method of entering the Black Market Street is simple but effective. A large rusty lock is locked on a dilapidated building overgrown with weeds.

This kind of shabby place is not uncommon in this part of America.

Coupled with the Muggle Expelling Curse, it is a good way to prevent Muggles from entering by mistake.

The way for wizards to enter is to open the Alajo Cave, and the magic spell will unlock the big lock, and the broken building will crack in place, revealing the Banshee Bar Black Market Street hidden behind it.

Gretel drove in without being conspicuous at all.

Because compared to the conservative old England, people here are much more open-minded.

Muggle cars are no longer rare items.

Magically modified cars parked on the roadside can be seen everywhere on the street.

An off-road vehicle with its hood open is trying hard to swallow the wheels of the family car in front of it into its belly.

On the other side, two bad-tempered magical cars were staring at each other menacingly, the sound of roaring engines echoing in the street.

A few drunken wizards on the side of the road, holding wine bottles that they were unwilling to let go of, laughed and urged the two cars to hit each other to the death.

"Well, it's so 'free'." Gretel sighed as he drove slowly.

"Hey, that guy over there, Fresh Fish, do you want to deposit your car in? One Galleons an hour, I promise, it's worth it."

Gretel responded to the call and leaned against the capital P sign, greeting him.

On the big parking sign, in addition to the parking sign, there is also a dynamic picture of reversing into the garage drawn by magic.

Gretel stepped on the brakes and thought for a while. After all, this car was Garnell's personal property, and he had to protect it for others.

Anyway, he was going to get some information here, so driving was really unnecessary.

With this thought, Gretel drove the car under the stop sign.

"You smart newcomer, don't worry, Old Jim will be able to take good care of your car. Come with me."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the rolling shutter behind him. The traceless extension spell expanded a huge parking lot in a small store.

And there are quite a few cars that have parked in now.

There is a small pavilion next to the parking lot. A thin black old man with white hair is leaning against the wall and taking a nap.

"Hey, old Jim, I've got some business for you."

His voice was very loud, but old Jim was already very old. After several times, he woke up, touched his eyes, and slowly put them on.

However, he didn't look at the parking boy who was very close to him. Instead, he looked past him and towards Gretel.

"Guests, one gold galleons per hour, if less than one hour, it will be counted as one hour."

Gretel is meaningless. Firstly, he has just arrived and he doesn't know the rules here yet. Secondly, he is not short of money.

Seeing that Grete didn't refuse, the old man's eyes lit up, and he opened the order in a flash and handed it to Grete.

“Stop to pick up the car, acknowledge the order but not the person.”

——

"interesting."

The rolling gate closed again, the parking boy leaned back against the huge parking sign again, and Gretel folded the parking ticket and stuffed it into his pocket.

It is hard to imagine that America has such superb puppet technology.

If he hadn't seen the magic thread connecting the parking boy and Old Jim, he wouldn't have discovered that the parking boy was actually a magic doll made from corpses.

However, Gretel didn't come here just to hang out, he had important things to deal with here.

Before leaving Goblin International Bank, Fred told him a piece of news.

In Banshee Bar Black Market Street, people from ‘Shuguang’ have been appearing frequently recently, and they are recruiting people openly.

There is just one strange thing, that is, they all call themselves "Shuguang", but they are somewhat incompatible with each other, and they often get into fights over recruitment.

Everyone is saying that they are the real Dawn.

Grete came here just for this matter.

He didn't know anything else, but he knew everything about Shuguang, down to the smallest detail.

America, in recent years, has not been on Dawn's development plan.

Even now, they don't even have plans to establish a branch here.

All members of the American branch work independently, and many of them are not even tasked with collecting intelligence.

Therefore, after hearing the news from Fred, Grete decided to come here.

After nightfall, many wizards would come to the Black Market Street to seek excitement. At that time, the Black Market Street's dawn promotion and recruitment were booming.

Grete looked at the time and then at the sky, and decided to check in at the Banshee Bar, a landmark on Black Market Street.

After all, he was marked when he crossed the street and successfully entered the black market street.

…

Banshee Bar is located in the center of Black Market Street.

This is also the busiest area of ​​the entire street.

Unlike other places on this street, the Banshee Bar looks much cleaner.

There weren't even a few fallen leaves or gravel at the door.

The old wooden tavern still has traces of being burned by fire and being chiseled with axes.

A copper bell, worn and dimmed by time, hangs high on the door lintel. Whenever someone enters, there is a clear crashing sound.

Time here seems to have stopped in the past, but it has achieved a strange harmony with the surrounding modern buildings.

Grete observed it for a while, then opened the door and walked in.

At this time, the atmosphere in the bar has not yet become very enthusiastic.

But there were already many people sitting inside.

Before Grete could take a closer look, he saw a familiar figure in the bar.

Florin.

The most mysterious person in Diagon Alley was once the owner of Florin's cold drink shop.

A few days after the news of Voldemort's resurrection spread, Florin's cold drink shop not far from the communications store was hastily closed and there was no sign of reopening.

Grete knew that he was from Kunlun, but he didn't expect that he could meet him in America now.

And he also became a bartender, tsk tsk tsk, the shop owner Florin became the bartender Florin.

Gretel bets that Florin appeared here after accepting Kunlun's order, but he just didn't know what the mysterious Kunlun wanted to do by sending Florin here.

Is there any connection between him and those "Shuguang" recruiters? In other words, is there any shadow of Kunlun behind this incident?

Grete could recognize him because Grete had planted a beacon on him early. He originally planned to find time to explore the existence of Kunlun from Florin.

Gretel knew Florin would move away, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Before he could finish the matter at hand, news came from Diagon Alley that the cold drink shop was closing.

Florin appeared here hiding his identity, and so did Grete, but it was obvious that Florin did not recognize Grete.

"Guest, come and see what you want to drink. We have drinks from all over the world here, including Mysterious Oriental. As long as you want to drink, we have everything here."

Florin wiped the glass in his hand skillfully and greeted Gretel with a smile on his face.

Gretel was startled. To be honest, after being a neighbor of Florin's cold drink shop for a long time, this was the first time he saw Florin showing such a warm smile to an adult.

In the past, only children who came to the store to make purchases could receive Florin's warm reception.

When the adults arrived at the cold drink shop, they were greeted only by hired clerks.

"Just a glass of ice water." Grete sat down at the bar and crossed his hands on the counter.

"Chenghui, two silver coins."

It seemed that there were indeed a lot of weirdos in the bar. When Florin heard that Grete only wanted ice water, his mood didn't even fluctuate much, so he quickly handed over Grete's ice water.

Grete stopped, remained silent for a moment, and then put it back.

Should I say that the water glasses in this bar are soaked in alcohol? The pungent smell of alcohol can be smelled from a glass of ice water.

Of course, Gretel wasn't afraid that the remaining alcohol would make him drunk, he simply didn't like the taste of alcohol.

Besides, at his level, he can quickly evaporate a little alcohol through his pores with just a drink.

Gretel patted his dizzy forehead and rubbed his increasingly red cheeks, "Can I ask if the owner, Mrs. Vera, is in the bar? I want to visit her."

Florin looked at him. He had a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a beard. He was wearing a gray leather jacket, spiked boots and jeans.

I haven’t seen him before, he seems to be a newcomer.

However, are all newcomers today so brave?

When did such a thing dare to bother Mrs. Vera?

He didn't even ask before coming to the bar. Why is this black market street called Banshee Bar Black Market Street?

But he had no obligation to advise. He just pointed at a narrow wooden ladder next to the bar and said something in an angry voice.

"Mrs. Vera is upstairs, feel free to go up if you want."

Grete shrugged and stepped forward indifferently.

However, as Gretel stepped onto the wooden stairs, the murmur of conversation that existed throughout the bar disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the newcomer looking for death.

The banshee has the most charming appearance in the world. From the day Vera took over the tavern, this bar has been filled with people looking for opportunities to strike up conversations every day.

Many people want to have a profound exchange with the succubus that will last a lifetime.

That was the situation at the time, and Mrs. Vera had been living alone on the second floor of the bar.

Anyone can go up the wooden ladder, but not everyone can afford the consequences.

In those years, people who went upstairs had their limbs broken at worst, or died on the spot at worst. No one had ever actually walked up to the second floor.

If too many people die, no one will try anymore.

No matter how good the beauty is, her own life is not the best.

Grete, the newcomer, naturally didn't know this news.

But the other people in the bar, who start drinking at this time, are all regular customers of the bar.

As soon as Gretel really stepped forward, their eyes made contact and a bet was completed.

They didn't even bet on whether Gretel could walk up, because it was simply impossible, and no one had ever succeeded in all these years.

The last person to set foot on the stairs was twenty years ago, and the consequences for that person were 'a mess of liver and brain'.

So they were betting on whether Gretel could save his life.

One step~

Two steps~

Three steps~

When Grete's figure completely disappeared from everyone's eyes, everyone gasped.

In an instant, he took out his mobile phone, contacted his friends, and went to the Banshee Bar to watch the excitement.

The others were just a little shocked, and Florin was a little stunned.

Others don't know, but he really knows.

Even with his back to Kunlun and him working as a bartender, he still experienced a lot of trouble.

To be honest, if someone else had come here, they would probably have been beaten to death by Mrs. Vera.

That stunningly beautiful and terrifyingly powerful succubus really hates others intruding into her private realm.

You know, he just accidentally fell down on the stairs.

Starting from the stairs, all the way to the second floor where no one has ever been, everything is included in Vera's private domain.

ps: On the fifth day of Yang, a new symptom was added, loss of smell, 6