Chapter 1 Hogwarts Potion Shop

Arthur Avenue, Bronx, New York.

This is the most Italian-style avenue in the United States, and it is also a charming comprehensive landscape avenue that integrates tourism, leisure, food and other elements.

During the day, it is very lively here, with tourists and gourmets coming in an endless stream.

They are either attracted by the charming scenery or come here to taste the authentic Italian food.

The streets are full of laughter, and the voices of people talking and the hawking of vendors are intertwined, forming a vivid and prosperous picture.

However, at night, as the shops close and turn off the lights.

The originally noisy streets gradually become quiet.

Only the rows of street lamps standing on the roadside provide dim light, and the light seems to be tired and tries hard to illuminate this space.

The whole street fell into darkness, shrouded by a mysterious veil.

Only the apartments on the high-rise buildings have lights on one after another, like stars, bringing some warmth and vitality to this darkness.

Building 6 and Building 8 of Arthur Avenue were originally closely connected.

I don't know when a small house suddenly appeared on the street.

The number on it was Arthur Avenue 7. This sudden small house and the string of numbers on the number seemed particularly abrupt.

There was a sign hanging on the small house with the words "Hogwarts Potion Shop" written on it.

In the dim environment, the sign of the small house exuded a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

People who were always monitoring this place made phone calls.

"Boss, the potion shop is open for business."

"Good job, I'll be there soon."

"Boss!"

"Well, I understand."

"Sir, the target has appeared."

"I'll be there soon."

In less than 10 minutes, several luxury cars rushed to this street at lightning speed.

The harsh sound of brakes broke the tranquility of the night, and the smoke produced by the friction between the tires and the ground filled the air.

A group of rich and noble people got off the car.

"Mr. Carl, I didn't expect you to come too."

A bearded man greeted enthusiastically.

"Stephen, you are well-informed."

Carl responded with a smile, but there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

The two hugged like old friends, but each of them had their own thoughts in their hearts.

"You are so tight-lipped that you didn't tell me about this good thing."

Stephen complained, with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Stephen, although you can be said to be able to call the wind and rain on Wall Street, it's just a sudden wealth."

Carl's tone seemed to mock Stephen's wealth that came too easily and lacked foundation.

Stephen was a little embarrassed and was about to retort.

"Buzz~"

"Buzz~"

The roar of the engine suddenly sounded, and the powerful sound waves hit people's eardrums.

A silver Audi R8 rushed from the corner of the street, and the body of the car flashed a dazzling light under the illumination of the street lamp.

The license plate number was written with Tony Stark's cursive, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Trouble, why is this playboy here?" Someone muttered in a low voice.

Tony Stark got out of the car, his movements were chic and free, and his gestures exuded confidence and uninhibitedness.

Walking to the other side of the car, he gently opened the door and bent down like a gentleman.

A tall blond lady got out of the passenger seat, her skirt fluttering in the wind, like a star walking out of a movie screen.

"Tony, where is this?" Pepper Potts asked in confusion, her beautiful eyes looking around curiously.

"Pepper, this is a good place. Today is your birthday. It turns out that I will always have good luck with you." Tony Stark's face was filled with a confident smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Pepper Potts was a little dissatisfied: "Today is my birthday. I hope to see a Broadway show, not come to this place." There was a little complaint in her tone.

Tony Stark quickly reached out and hugged Pepper Potts' waist, his movements were skillful and natural.

Pepper Potts struggled to break free, and a blush appeared on her face.

"There are so many people here, give your boss some face," Tony Stark winked mischievously, "Don't embarrass me."

Pepper Potts then noticed that many people had come around. And everyone's identity was not simple.

They were basically big names who only appeared on TV, and she became more and more confused.

"What's going on, where is this place?" Pepper Potts asked again.

"Secret~" Tony Stark deliberately kept it a secret, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Happy Hogan, a fat man with a beard, looked very intimidating.

He was Tony Stark's bodyguard and driver.

He was holding a box in his hand, and from Happy's flushed face, it could be seen that the things inside were very heavy.

Tony Stark snapped his fingers coolly.

"What are you waiting for?"

Then, he gently but possessively put his arm around Pepper's slender waist, and walked towards the mysterious shop with a confident smile and calm steps.

At the same time, others also began to take action.

One of the men with a slightly high hairline had a focused and cautious look in his eyes, and seemed to be making a tense report to his superior through the headset.

"Chief, they are all going to that magical potion shop."

His voice was very low, but it was difficult to hide the eagerness.

"Follow it, Phil." A calm and decisive command came from the headset.

"Okay, chief." Phil Cordon quickly returned, "But today may return empty -handed."

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and his face was full of helplessness. "The lowest people here are the wealthy wealthy rich people. The funds I bring are not enough."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

As he said, he shook his head unconsciously.

"Do your best." A brief and firm answer came from the headphones.

Kelson shrugged, sighed softly, "OK."

"Hogwarts?" Petper looked at the signboard of the shop and asked curiously, "Is this a place name?"

Stark said without care: "Who knows?"

Subsequently, Perper's eyes were attracted by the two stone carvings at the door.

The two stone sculptures were lifelike, and the expressions of the characters were extremely expressive.

Can make people feel the fear and helplessness in their hearts.

The struggle movement is vividly displayed, and every detail is handled just right.

Even the fine folds on the clothes are clearly visible, as if this is not a cold statue, but two living souls.

It's a masterpiece.

However, Perper did not feel appreciated because of this, but felt uncomfortable for a while, and her body trembled slightly.

The two statues seemed to move suddenly at a certain moment and rushed to her.

"The manager of this store seems to be a little distorted. How can two such scary statues be placed at the door."

Perper couldn't help complaining, she subconsciously leaned to Stark's side.

Stark couldn't bear to tell Perper's truth, worried about scaring her.

The topic was transferred.

"Let's go first and find a place to sit down."

Stark said, gently pulled Perper's hand and led her into the shop.

As soon as the two entered the small shop, they felt a warmth like a tide.

Penper in a dress couldn't help exhaling a cold air. The white mist instantly dissipated in the warm air. The whole person was free from the cold, and his body was warm.

"Is the guest coming?"

A male and female sound came out, and the sound seemed to cross the layers of fog, which was illusory and illusory.

"Old rules, just find a place to sit on yourself."

A pale mask and a robe in this era standing behind the counter, he was preparing something at the counter.

After saying this, he no longer ignored Stark and Perper, and devoted himself to his affairs at hand.

Stark seemed to be accustomed to this, sitting calmly in the middle of the first row of the counter, and then gently pulled Perper to sit on his left hand side.

Peroper stared at the mask and watched it for a while and felt a little dizzy. He obviously saw the mask, but couldn't remember the mask.

"Strange masks." Peropp muttered.

It made her strange.

This man is wearing strangely, with mysterious patterns embroidered on the robe, ancient and unique.

And his indifference to Stark.

You know, Tony Stark is a world -renowned rich man, arms dealer, and scientist.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is difficult to see him as soon as possible. If he can climb with him, he will have food and clothing in this life.

However, this strange person didn't pay much attention to Stark and ignored him aside.

When she was about to ask Stark, others came in one after another.

Perper had to temporarily give up this idea.

When the last seat was also filled, the door of the shop suddenly closed.

Ruthlessly stop the people who still want to come in.

The mysterious man said slowly: "People are all together, then start."

Everyone present could not help but concentrate their attention.

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