Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"Merlin's strawberry socks!"

Horace's big nose twitched twice, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "That shop owner is really an amateur among amateurs. He actually used the ashes of the Ash Snake as fertilizer to grow airship plums.

Although doing this can make some plants grow better, it only takes a little spark to turn the blimp plum into an explosive blimp plum. "

Pedestrians on the commercial street gathered in twos and threes. Most of these people were wizards who came here from the Mediterranean coast to trade. They had many interactions in the past.

Horace did not talk to them, but took Bourne into a small shop selling "Turkish coffee".

"Two cups of Ceylon tea!"

"30 dinars."

Horace gave the boss a silver siko, which was worth about 35 dinars, but he did not give the boss any change.

"Man, what do those people out there do? Why haven't I seen them here before?"

He was referring to a group of people who suddenly appeared on the street after the "Airship Lee" accident.

The gang all wore blue bandanas on their heads, which looked like some sort of unifying symbol.

Perhaps because of the tip, or because Horace and Byrne were young and old and did not look like troublemakers, the shopkeeper casually explained to them: "Those people are employees of the emperor. "

"Emperor?" Horace asked doubtfully.

"Emperor!" Bourne wrinkled his face.

"The Emperor is a store specializing in luxury clothing. The full name of the store is 'The Emperor's New Clothes'. The store's business is very good, so it employs a lot of people."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper served two small cups of steaming tea to Horace and Bourne. Perhaps due to regional differences, this Ceylon tea does not add sugar cubes and milk that are common in the UK, but condensed milk and a local allspice powder (dried ginger, cardamom, hay, pepper and tangerine peel).

"It is said that many European pure-blood wizard families come to their store regularly to make purchases. One fur coat sold there is enough to renovate my small store."

"They come to the Pillars of Hercules just to buy clothes. Are those people crazy?

The extraordinary clothing store in Diagon Alley, the trendy Nellito clothing in the back alley of Notre Dame, and the old Ramland furs in Bavaria. Which store is not more convenient than this one? "

Horace could not understand this at all.

The man was not annoyed after hearing this, but continued with a smile: "You know quite a lot.

I see that you are also a decent person. Would you like to go and have a look at the 'Emperor's New Clothes'?

I just want to buy some clothes for you and your young master, so I asked Francisco to introduce you to the place - there is a discount. "

Horace doesn't really care whether the discount is favorable or not.

He was simply curious.

Why do those purebloods like this small shop in a remote area so much? And why is the Emperor’s New Clothes so bold?

"Okay, thank you." Horace simply thanked the coffee shop owner, waved slightly, and then led Bourne out of the shop.

"Is there something wrong with the owner of this store?" Bourne asked curiously.

They had just ordered two cups of tea, but none of them touched their lips. And although Horace didn't use his wand or anything just now, Bourne was keenly aware that his grandfather, the potion master, sprinkled a cloud of dust at the shop owner with a wave of his hand.

"I don't want to drink tea made for me by someone who is suspected of being under the Imperius Curse." Horace leaned down and explained the reason to Little Bourne in a low voice.

The reason why he said this was because the coffee shop owner changed his mood too quickly when he spoke.

It was as if someone had set "keywords" in his mind.

As long as the corresponding vocabulary is mentioned, the corresponding answer will be triggered immediately.

Under normal circumstances, when faced with doubts, people's first reaction is to refute rather than accept - not to mention, the boss immediately changes his words to seek his own interests.

If the coffee shop owner was really so scheming, how could he be in a coffee shop that didn't seem very profitable?

Even though Horace usually looks like a "good old guy" with a smile, he can become a world-recognized master of potions and a powerful wizard. How can he not be an extremely smart person?

"I originally wanted to take you around for a while. But the situation has changed. Let's go buy some potion materials and then get out of here as soon as possible."

The airships blocking traffic have been cleared away, and the commercial street has gradually regained its vitality.

Although there were not many customers shopping in the commercial street in the morning, many shops on the street started shouting hard.

The shouts in these three languages, English, Spanish, and Arabic, mixed together, making this slightly cold, mile-long commercial street much livelier.

Being led by Horace, Bourne could only follow with steps. Most of his thoughts were on "The Emperor's New Clothes".

How dare you call yourself the "Emperor"...

What a transgression!

While walking, Bourne suddenly heard some noise coming from the left side of the road.

There was a young witch who seemed to have just gotten water from the well and was about to go home. She stood there, holding a tin bucket filled with water in one hand. Two men wearing blue turbans came in front and behind the girl, trapping her in the middle of the road.

"Can you give me a few days' grace?"

The young girl lowered her head timidly, as if she didn't dare to look at the two men.

"Grace?" A buck-toothed blue turban joked: "No problem, as long as you, a dirty little mudblood, can afford the interest."

"Hehe, you know, nine out and thirteen back."

His companion also said jokingly.

"But...but, I paid off the last interest payment the day before yesterday, and I was just a little short of paying off the principal."

Seemingly frightened by the word "interest," the young girl bravely retorted.

Although she sounded really weak, this move still seemed to take away all her courage, and her already pale face looked even whiter.

The buck-toothed blue scarf made an angry expression: "There is still a little bit left. Doesn't that mean that the principal has not been repaid yet? Isn't this principal not the principal?

Are they not worthy of calculating interest? "

After saying that, he spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm as if he was not relieved, and spit it directly into the bucket carried by the young girl.

His companion couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, what are you doing! This tin bucket will probably belong to us from now on. If you spit in it, who will use it in the future?"

"My fault." The buck-toothed man shrugged.

The two men responded to each other, and the young girl caught in the middle of the road had tears in her eyes.

"It's like this again. When others see it, they think we're bullying you." The buck-toothed man said angrily: "If you're to blame, it's your damn father. Who gave him dragon pox? Who told him to go to the emperor to borrow money? Cure?

He didn't say anything about his death, but he still left a bad debt, which made us brothers have to come to you every now and then to collect the debt, and the soles of our shoes were almost worn out! "