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Barry smacked his lips, picked up the napkin and wiped the meat sauce and soup from the corners of his mouth, looked at the old man at the head of the table, and laughed, "Would you like to hear what you just said?"

"Huh?" The old wizard's restless blue eyes stopped rolling and stared at Barry with his normal eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

The blue magic eye seemed to be a creature with its own consciousness. It swollen up the old wizard's eye sockets. It did not have human emotions, but it was scanning Barry with a hair-raising look. As if tasting prey, this was supposed to be an extremely scary scene, but Barry looked back at him without fear, and said with a chuckle, "Traitor? Everyone here, which one is not a traitor?"

"My loyalty to Prussia—"

Soon someone came forward to rebut him, but Barry just smiled and snapped back, "Oh my God, what did I hear? Loyalty to Prussia! Man, this guy says he has Prussian hearts. Loyalty, I suggest we fix that Muggle statue and replace it with his head."

"Hahaha." There was a sparse laugh on the long table.

"I said dude, what kind of people are we? Rogues, hooligans, thieves, robbers, murderers... We're a bunch of dark wizards!"

"Liburn, I have to retort, I don't agree with you putting the rogues of the rogue gang in the first place in your ranking."

"Okay, change your name," Barry curled his lips, his eyes returned to the face of the man who expressed his loyalty at the beginning, "We come from all over the world, and we were driven to the manhole cover by the people on the ground. Don't you think it's funny that the cockroach rat here, a traitor to his own country, is now expressing his allegiance to a **** concentration camp?"

"Liberne, that's enough." The old wizard at the head of the table tried to interrupt Barry's impassioned speech or abuse, but his voice was drowned in the empty laughter on the long table, "The traitor I'm talking about is not you. ."

"You, as a bastard, standing among a bunch of bastards, preaching your noble qualities—loyalty, my God, you're making me laugh, everyone here, is there a Prussian?" Barry looked around. No one answered his question, he straightened his back, grabbed half of the steak on the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, blood and spit flying everywhere, and said in a loud voice, "Loyalty? You? Think of this place as a collective? Is the next step for us to join your imaginary nationality and swear by the socks you hang on the bamboo pole? Or is it your master, the old man who was kicked out of Knockturn Alley? Thing, Borgin Bock, not content with his small business, is going to set up a new regime here? A Prussian Ministry of Magic sandwiched between Germany and Numengard? You want to die, but don't dare I'm a little scared."

He aimed at the old wizard at the head of the table. Under his loud bombardment, Borgin Bock became the target of public criticism, and his face was not calm.

"Traitor? Who's not a traitor here? Aren't you a traitor? Borgin Burke?" Barry raised his hand and pointed at the angry Borgin Burke at the head of the table. As if stolen eyes are disgusting, you don't really think you are doing serious business, do you? Make a decent banquet hall and ask us to come over and play the little game of who is undercover. I saw your people use the door yesterday. The key sent a batch of dragon skins to England from warehouse No. 12, and by the way, the person who intercepted your goods is here."

"you!--"

Borgin Bock slapped the table angrily, and his angry expression and wildly rolling blue eyes weren't enough to express his excitement.

"You keep saying that you need to accumulate strength to interfere with the hearts of the magic departments of various countries to encircle and suppress us. How can I see that you bought those scarce resources cheaply from the people in this banquet hall, and then sent them all back to the UK at a high price? "Barry has already entered the play, like a qualified dark wizard who was diligently engaged in affairs but was stabbed by his allies. He glanced at the dark wizards with different expressions in the banquet hall, and sneered, "Yes, the British are the world." The person who can do the most superficial skills in the world, but their demand for some shameful things is impossible to stop. I didn't see the British Ministry of Magic wanted this guy Borgin Burke, but why did he run Here it comes? Just because Prussia is lucrative, and he tricks you idiots into selling him cheap, hard-earned magical animal stuff, venom, and shady magic, and then resells it, and now again. When you come to find the traitor, you still happily give him a platform, and sure enough, you can be kicked out by your own country, and it is not unwilling."

"..."

There was silence in the banquet hall. People looked at each other and looked at their counterparts, always feeling that the other party cheated them of money.

"Liberne, if you continue to talk nonsense like this and make such groundless accusations against me," Borgin Burke said, holding down his throbbing magic eye, suppressing his anger, and gritting his teeth, "I think Prussia There's no need to accommodate a bunch of rascals."

"Have you assumed the role of the Prussian Minister of Magic so soon?" Barry shrugged nonchalantly, the struggling expression on his face disappeared, "Master Minister, I admit that I am also a traitor, just behind the gang of rogues, But what about Numengard, who you are thinking of, your bastards, they are very high when they enjoy the medicine."

"Of course I'm not saying you're a—"

"What do we need? We need chaos, we need the world to be in constant tension, and that's why the Ministry of Magic, with whom each of you is connected, is willing to leave you alone," Barry interrupted Borgin again. Bock's words, imitating Grindelwald's style, said impassively, "Only when there is chaos, Prussia, this extrajudicial land, has meaning for them, this is the real prison, if anyone wants to The establishment of the regime in the prison, followed by the storm, and now the Ministry of Magic all over the world is in contact with Muggles, the British have eaten their first crab, and they tell others that from the Muggles , can also screw out Jin Galleon that is no less than us, no one will have trouble with Galleon, not only do you not want to make yourself more valuable, but you follow some people to do some ridiculous tricks here."

Barry wiped the soup with his sleeve, spat out a piece of uncleaned rib in the direction of Borgin Bock, turned and left the banquet hall. After everyone at the table looked at each other for a while, a few people followed him. Then stood up and walked out.

The banquet broke up, only the initiator Bogin Bock and a few people were still sitting in the same place, no one cared about Barry's traitor's speech, for them, the connection with Numengard is not to be called a traitor, it is simply It was a pilgrimage, and this loose alliance lasted only one afternoon before it was declared disintegrated. Barry, who had passed the corner, turned into the alley by the side of the road, clasped his throat with his hands, and vomited a pool of rotten flesh stained with blood.

"I just said that you humans are not suitable for eating half-raw meat, you should cook it."

Behind him, the werewolf chasing after said rudely.

"If you're really sick, let me take a bite so you don't feel sick."

"I'm afraid you'll break a tooth," Barry raised his arm, turned around, and pressed the wand he didn't know when to the werewolf's throat, said viciously, but he didn't maintain this image for long, and continued to turn around and vomit Go, "Wait for me a while."

The werewolf shrugged, spread his hands and stood aside. After Barry finished vomiting, he said thoughtfully, "Lemonade can help you."

"Just because that old Borgin Bock's food is so disgusting."

"Indeed," said the werewolf, picking his teeth with his dirty claws. "That's no serious steak."

"what?"

"It's not good meat after all," said the werewolf, "I think about it and think you're right."

"I'm really thankful, I didn't expect that the first person who wanted to understand was you."

"There are others, but they were all stopped by me."

"..."

"I think my wolves may have been murdered on your site by Borgin Bock's men," said the werewolf, "the streets of Prussia have been filled with new faces lately, almost walking with him. Yes, I don't believe in the nonsense that Muggles use magic spells to kill people, it's only possible that he's doing the trick."

"That may be the case." Barry raised the corner of his mouth, "The undercurrent of Prussia has been brewing for an unknown amount of time before those big men decided to put all those secret contradictions and ills here to solve. This place is now a dynamite keg, I suggest You find a forest to hide, so that you won't be splashed by sparks...Boom!"

"What do you think we should do?" the werewolf didn't quite understand Barry's words, and asked, "I think we should find a way to get Borgin Burke out of here and get him back to his Knockturn Alley."

...

"Has he... been like this all the time?"

In the banquet hall, after a long silence, Borgin Bock's magic eye retracted its gaze from the direction of the alley and scanned the remaining diners.

"Who?"

"Liberne."

"He relied on rogues to help many people, and it is said that he has the support behind Numengard. He has always been rampant."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Borgin Burke's magic eye looked in Barry's direction through the wall again, "Contradiction, reluctance, and even the pitiful... bottom line in this land. "

"What are you talking about? Mr. Burke."

"It's nothing, I'll go meet him for a while."

...

"Moody, why are you here? Are you looking for your uncle?"

Nelson, who got off work on time, yawned and walked out of the Department of Mysteries. His face still had the marks left on his face when he was sleeping on the table. When he stepped into the corridor, a familiar boy attracted his attention—— Compared with the first time we met, Moody has grown a lot taller. His tall and muscular appearance is full of vigor. His round face makes him look even more well-behaved than when he first entered school. The solemn and contemplative expression on his face made his temperament less harmonious, giving people a feeling of bitterness and hatred.

At this moment, he is standing in front of the elevator door, staring at the wizard who came up from Wizengamot downstairs with scrutiny, as if trying to find a few guys who violate the law from this group of people, although he can't see the elevator. people, but Nelson could still feel the thorns when they were watched.

"I just got home last week," Moody said after turning to look at Nelson, bowing politely, "Mr. Williams, my uncle told me you were free today, let me come Find you here."

"He should have told me earlier, or just come to my office to find me," Nelson hurried to Moody's side, cast an apologetic look at the uncomfortable Wizengamot wizards in the elevator, and put his arms around him. Moody's shoulders pulled him aside. "Alastor, are you trying to fight a few lucky passers-by from the elevator? Take it easy, this is the Ministry of Magic."

"Ding--"

"I don't want to disturb your work, Mr Williams, I have seen a lot of your inventions in the streets of London, and I shouldn't have delayed you from more important things, and my uncle told me about the Department of Mysteries Very confidential," the elevator door slowly closed, Moody stared at the iron door for a long time and said slowly, "but I think the dark wizards in that group are even better than the ones I encountered when I was an intern in the Magic Enforcement Division. many."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, patting Moody on the shoulder and leading him toward the stairs, "that's the first thing I'm going to teach you, Alastor, not everyone who knows dark magic. The Dark Wizard, even if he was, was a nice guy before the Ministry announced his arrest... If I remember correctly, you wanted to be an Auror, not a Ranger, right?"

Moody stared at Nelson's profile for a long time~www.readwn.com~ did not seem to fully understand what he meant, but when the two walked up the stairs, he nodded and said, "I see, Mr Williams."

"Aren't we very familiar?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Of course, it's not particularly familiar, but it's not that unfamiliar, right?"

"Okay, Nelson." Moody was a little too blunt, and he felt very uncomfortable calling Nelson, who was a senior not long ago, "Mr. Williams", so he changed his words logically, "Uncle keeps me respectful."

"Mr. Boggart is indeed a very particular man," Nelson asked, nodding. "Do you have any plans for this holiday?"

"It was supposed to go on as an intern in the Law Enforcement Division, but I turned it down," Moody said. "Uncle said you needed my help."

"Don't worry," Nelson patted him on the shoulder, "I'll pay you, and I swear, your vacation will be much more fun than pouring tea and water for your boss at the Law Enforcement Division."

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