Chapter 23 Pig's Head Bar
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Tver didn't care and just wandered around in the store.
DeVos and Bans can be said to be the most famous alchemists in the British wizarding world. Of course, they rarely claim to be in this capacity. Most people think that they are just the managers of a prop shop.
Also, their store is relatively small in scale, and the magic props they sell are mainly practical. In terms of popularity, it is far inferior to fun shops such as Jumping Magic Joke Shop and Zuko Magic Joke Shop.
If the Foley family hadn't recorded the story of DeVos and his family and knew that they had an orthodox alchemy inheritance, Tver would not have chosen to come here.
The other half of the store was filled with Quidditch props. In addition to repair scissors, he also saw some strange golden snitches.
All he knew about Quidditch came from Viktor, but he also knew that the Golden Snitch did not have these styles.
Some wings are like the bone spurs of a fire dragon, and some snitches are simply in the shape of a bird, and there are even square snitches on them.
He picked up the bird-shaped one with great interest, and it suddenly seemed to come to life. It flapped its wings in Tver's hand and flew faintly, but it didn't fly at all.
It's like a remote-controlled airplane that ran out of power in a previous life.
"This is a former experimental Golden Snitch, made by my ancestors who have no idea how many generations, but it is obvious that it has not been adopted."
The discussion between DeVos and Bans ended. Bans was packing up the goods in the store, and DeVos came to Twell's side.
"Guest, I need to know your identity," DeVos gestured to the badge in his hand. "To produce this kind of props on a large scale, apart from the Ministry of Magic, I can't think of any legitimate organization that would need this, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Alliance?"
Tweel knew about the Dark Arts Defense League he mentioned, which was an anti-dark magic organization, but in fact there were rarely close ties between the members and it was completely like a loose alliance.
It's just that the wizards inside do have some means to identify black magic, and Tver will not look for trouble to mess with them.
"Introduce yourself," Twil saluted DeVos, "Twil Foley, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. These props are for my students."
"Sigh~"
DeVos took a deep breath.
"Are you the new professor from Durmstrang?"
"Oh?" Tver was a little surprised, "You know me?"
DeVos suddenly felt a little stiff, but it only lasted for a short while.
"Of course," he unconsciously showed a flattering smile, "we still know the name of the Welfare family, not to mention, Hagrid often drinks and plays cards with us."
Tver shrugged casually.
"In this case, can you make these badges?"
He could understand DeVos's concerns. If an illegitimate organization relied on these badges to commit unspeakable crimes in the magical world, they would definitely be blamed.
People on the side of justice always have more worries. If you are the people in Knockturn Alley, they can get you anything as long as they can afford it.
"If it's you, of course there's no problem. How many do you want to make?" DeVos respectfully handed the badge back.
The Welfare family had a Minister of Magic, who happened to be Tver's grandfather, but he was relatively unsuccessful in politics and only served for ten years before stepping down.
But it was also a prominent pureblood family.
Tver estimated that there are 240 students in one grade, and there are [-] students in the three grades.
Although it is not needed in the first grade, it is not a problem to prepare in advance.
"I need 240 badges. You can provide them in three installments. Just give me [-] badges each time."
Big business!
DeVos's eyes suddenly lit up.
As for whether Tver can’t afford the money?
Then you underestimate the heritage of pure-blood families. Even if they are as poor as the Weasley family, their ancestors have also been wealthy.
"I do need a certain amount of time to make them. According to the schedule, the first batch will take about two months. Later, I can go faster as I become more proficient." DeVos said excitedly.
It was November, and Bitwell's teaching schedule was even earlier.
He nodded curtly in agreement.
We continued to discuss some details, and finally Tver left behind eighty galleons and left.
One galleon for a total of 240 galleons.
It's not expensive, that is, Tver's two months' salary, which is indeed cheap for him.
And he has made friends with the two alchemists Devis and Bans.
The largest alchemical research center in the world is in Egypt, so most of the alchemists are there. The only two brothers who can be found in the UK.
Borgin Burke from Knockturn Alley is considered a pretty good alchemist, but he doesn't like him yet.
Back on the street, there were far fewer pedestrians in the village, and most of the shops were about to close.
Compared with the rich nightlife of Muggles, wizards can be called boring.
Nowadays, with the increasing advancement of Muggle technology, wizard society seems to have pressed the stagnation button. In addition to regular newspapers and publications, there is only a little rare music as a daily pastime.
This is the current state of the wizarding world.
Lag!
Tver had no intention of staying here, but he saw a familiar figure on the street.
Quirinus Quirrell.
His iconic scarf was covered by a large hood, and his face was hidden in shadow, with only a chin visible.
But the stench of Voldemort on his body could be smelled by Tver even from across the street.
Tver was too familiar with this evil aura.
He took out a regular black robe from his wallet and covered his face in the same way.
A little tip: No matter you are a black wizard or a white wizard, or neither black nor white, learning some skills to hide your appearance is the first step to enter society.
Tver can also use human body transformation to slightly change his appearance, which is his teacher's specialty.
It's just that there's no need to do that now.
Following Quirrell, Tver followed the two people before entering this shabby bar.
Pig's Head Bar.
It's a narrow, quaint little bar.
It's so narrow that there are only about ten people here, but it already creates the feeling of crowding with hundreds of people;
It was so quaint that the windows were covered with dirt, as if it had been accumulated for hundreds of years, and almost no light could get through.
The same dirt was on the tables, chairs, and floors.
But here, not showing one's face is a normal thing. Except for those like Hagrid who can't cover up, they basically wear hoods or veils.
So when Tver came in, he didn't attract anyone's attention.
Only the owner of the Pig Head Bar walked over indifferently, not as if he was facing the guests, but more like he was facing trouble and asked:
"What do you want?"
DeVos and Bans can be said to be the most famous alchemists in the British wizarding world. Of course, they rarely claim to be in this capacity. Most people think that they are just the managers of a prop shop.
Also, their store is relatively small in scale, and the magic props they sell are mainly practical. In terms of popularity, it is far inferior to fun shops such as Jumping Magic Joke Shop and Zuko Magic Joke Shop.
If the Foley family hadn't recorded the story of DeVos and his family and knew that they had an orthodox alchemy inheritance, Tver would not have chosen to come here.
The other half of the store was filled with Quidditch props. In addition to repair scissors, he also saw some strange golden snitches.
All he knew about Quidditch came from Viktor, but he also knew that the Golden Snitch did not have these styles.
Some wings are like the bone spurs of a fire dragon, and some snitches are simply in the shape of a bird, and there are even square snitches on them.
He picked up the bird-shaped one with great interest, and it suddenly seemed to come to life. It flapped its wings in Tver's hand and flew faintly, but it didn't fly at all.
It's like a remote-controlled airplane that ran out of power in a previous life.
"This is a former experimental Golden Snitch, made by my ancestors who have no idea how many generations, but it is obvious that it has not been adopted."
The discussion between DeVos and Bans ended. Bans was packing up the goods in the store, and DeVos came to Twell's side.
"Guest, I need to know your identity," DeVos gestured to the badge in his hand. "To produce this kind of props on a large scale, apart from the Ministry of Magic, I can't think of any legitimate organization that would need this, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Alliance?"
Tweel knew about the Dark Arts Defense League he mentioned, which was an anti-dark magic organization, but in fact there were rarely close ties between the members and it was completely like a loose alliance.
It's just that the wizards inside do have some means to identify black magic, and Tver will not look for trouble to mess with them.
"Introduce yourself," Twil saluted DeVos, "Twil Foley, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. These props are for my students."
"Sigh~"
DeVos took a deep breath.
"Are you the new professor from Durmstrang?"
"Oh?" Tver was a little surprised, "You know me?"
DeVos suddenly felt a little stiff, but it only lasted for a short while.
"Of course," he unconsciously showed a flattering smile, "we still know the name of the Welfare family, not to mention, Hagrid often drinks and plays cards with us."
Tver shrugged casually.
"In this case, can you make these badges?"
He could understand DeVos's concerns. If an illegitimate organization relied on these badges to commit unspeakable crimes in the magical world, they would definitely be blamed.
People on the side of justice always have more worries. If you are the people in Knockturn Alley, they can get you anything as long as they can afford it.
"If it's you, of course there's no problem. How many do you want to make?" DeVos respectfully handed the badge back.
The Welfare family had a Minister of Magic, who happened to be Tver's grandfather, but he was relatively unsuccessful in politics and only served for ten years before stepping down.
But it was also a prominent pureblood family.
Tver estimated that there are 240 students in one grade, and there are [-] students in the three grades.
Although it is not needed in the first grade, it is not a problem to prepare in advance.
"I need 240 badges. You can provide them in three installments. Just give me [-] badges each time."
Big business!
DeVos's eyes suddenly lit up.
As for whether Tver can’t afford the money?
Then you underestimate the heritage of pure-blood families. Even if they are as poor as the Weasley family, their ancestors have also been wealthy.
"I do need a certain amount of time to make them. According to the schedule, the first batch will take about two months. Later, I can go faster as I become more proficient." DeVos said excitedly.
It was November, and Bitwell's teaching schedule was even earlier.
He nodded curtly in agreement.
We continued to discuss some details, and finally Tver left behind eighty galleons and left.
One galleon for a total of 240 galleons.
It's not expensive, that is, Tver's two months' salary, which is indeed cheap for him.
And he has made friends with the two alchemists Devis and Bans.
The largest alchemical research center in the world is in Egypt, so most of the alchemists are there. The only two brothers who can be found in the UK.
Borgin Burke from Knockturn Alley is considered a pretty good alchemist, but he doesn't like him yet.
Back on the street, there were far fewer pedestrians in the village, and most of the shops were about to close.
Compared with the rich nightlife of Muggles, wizards can be called boring.
Nowadays, with the increasing advancement of Muggle technology, wizard society seems to have pressed the stagnation button. In addition to regular newspapers and publications, there is only a little rare music as a daily pastime.
This is the current state of the wizarding world.
Lag!
Tver had no intention of staying here, but he saw a familiar figure on the street.
Quirinus Quirrell.
His iconic scarf was covered by a large hood, and his face was hidden in shadow, with only a chin visible.
But the stench of Voldemort on his body could be smelled by Tver even from across the street.
Tver was too familiar with this evil aura.
He took out a regular black robe from his wallet and covered his face in the same way.
A little tip: No matter you are a black wizard or a white wizard, or neither black nor white, learning some skills to hide your appearance is the first step to enter society.
Tver can also use human body transformation to slightly change his appearance, which is his teacher's specialty.
It's just that there's no need to do that now.
Following Quirrell, Tver followed the two people before entering this shabby bar.
Pig's Head Bar.
It's a narrow, quaint little bar.
It's so narrow that there are only about ten people here, but it already creates the feeling of crowding with hundreds of people;
It was so quaint that the windows were covered with dirt, as if it had been accumulated for hundreds of years, and almost no light could get through.
The same dirt was on the tables, chairs, and floors.
But here, not showing one's face is a normal thing. Except for those like Hagrid who can't cover up, they basically wear hoods or veils.
So when Tver came in, he didn't attract anyone's attention.
Only the owner of the Pig Head Bar walked over indifferently, not as if he was facing the guests, but more like he was facing trouble and asked:
"What do you want?"
