The Evil God of Hogwarts

Mateo picked up a glass with his legs and started to polish it, "That's really ridiculous, I'm late, the Everly family just held a dance a few months ago.

"What?" Xing Ze spread his legs and shouted regretfully, "He has always had bad luck."

"Don't be discouraged, man. Maybe there will be a dance in a few days and the big families will like it."

"Give me a good word, my friend. He thinks the dance will be great that day, and I will be there, right?"

"Haha." Mateo couldn't help laughing, "Of course, he is the best bartender there."

When he said that, his voice was much lowered, and he glanced at the middle-aged bartender guiltily.

Xing Ze looked very interested, making himself look like a boy from the east, "Tell him, Mateo, how was the dance?"

Sure enough, Mateo put the glass in his hand and boasted: "The Everly family, oh, Merlin's beard. They come there every year to hold a ball and invite all kinds of big shots..."

He boasted for almost half an hour, but he focused on some trivial things, such as food, wine, clothes, etc. He is obviously very knowledgeable in all aspects. He can name more than a dozen kinds of wines and styles of clothes, mostly women's clothes.

Since he looked good, Xing Ze guessed that he must be very popular with women, otherwise why would a man know so many women's clothes?

"I know, what's the most exciting thing?" Mateo suddenly said something.

"Hey, friend, don't do that." Xing Ze looked like I was playing with him, "It's like he took off his pants and found out that the other person is a man."

"Ah ha ha ha." Mateo laughed. "He likes my metaphor. He likes it. He begs to remember what he just said."

"So, what's the most exciting thing?"

Mateo raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Woman."

"woman?"

"Yes, all kinds, socialites, wanderers, beautiful girls." Mateo said with great aftertaste, "Sweet Home, the girls who come out of there are the best, they are well trained, just Like a margarita.”

"Um, he heard that some special people came that day?" Xing Ze wanted to bring the topic to the right track.

Mateo, who was originally immersed in beautiful memories, suddenly stopped smiling and asked warily: "What do I mean?"

"I know that unusual people may come from Knockturn Alley, or they may come from other places..."

Mateo's voice stopped suddenly. He frowned, glanced down at the middle-aged bartender, and replied in a deep voice: "No, don't ask anymore."

"Okay, okay, friend." Xing Ze waved his legs, "What's wrong with me? Did you see a ghost? Let them talk about something happy, Mateo, horse racing lottery? Do I play that too?"

"Oh man, how did I tell that?"

"Newspaper, I was reading the newspaper when he left. Monthly Mirror? The page I was reading had horse racing. I was holding a pen. Was I recording the horse cards? In addition, the lottery ticket in my pocket was exposed. Ye Yan )"

Mateo looked at his bag in surprise, and then quickly stuffed the lottery ticket into his pocket: "Wow, I am very serious... I am very observant."

"Professional needs." Xing Ze shrugged, "He uses his marketing skills to ask for a meeting with everyone, so he has to figure out what they like."

"Then has he heard of it?"

"Isn't the horse racing lottery a Muggle thing? He thinks wizards don't like everything Muggle."

"He's not a wizard, and there's nothing wrong with making some extra money."

‘Have some extra money, huh? "Xing Ze raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took out a few coins from his pocket, and placed them on the table.

Mateo glanced at the Galleons on the table and said, "It's just a glass of beer, you won't need that much."

"Tell him about the dance again." Xing Ze whispered, "Tomorrow night, I can make a fortune, and maybe I can make up for what I lost in the horse racing."

"For Merlin's sake, am I an Auror?"

"Jesus, man. Have I ever seen an Auror with his color?"

"He doesn't look like it. He rarely makes mistakes," Mateo said. "So he thinks I'm dangerous. They have nothing to say. If I want to ask for a drink, call him."

After saying that, he turned around and started to live on his own. Xing Ze put away the Galleons and glanced at the middle-aged bartender. The bartender immediately turned away and continued to clean the bar.

"Well, it seems he is not welcome there." Xing Ze stood up and planned to leave.

Mateo turned around at that time, he stopped Xing Ze and said: "Hey, man, beer money."

"His fault." Xing Ze took out a few Knuts from his pocket and placed them on the counter. Mateo stretched out his legs to take out the money. When his legs left the bar, a red piece of paper appeared in front of him.

Xing Ze silently took the note, stuffed it into his pocket, turned around and walked outside.

"Do you want my beer?" Mateo asked behind him.

"He doesn't drink."

…

The note had the time and address written on it, and it was in an alley behind the scrap shop in Cuojiao Port. Xing Ze stayed at the Leaky Cauldron until twelve o'clock, and then set off for the agreed place.

He deliberately delayed about five minutes and let Blue Beak explore the path first. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he walked towards the alley.

As soon as he entered the alley, he smelled a familiar smell, blood. The smell reminded him of some bad things. He took out his wand, cast a flashing spell, and then slowly walked towards the place.

Mateo was half lying at the end of the alley, like a discarded doll, his throat had been slit and blood was flowing all over the floor. But the real cause of death is not that, but magic.

Cardiac Arrest, Hex, a form of black magic often used in assassinations. The traces of magic left in the air made Xing Ze make a judgment.

He raised the wand in his leg, and on the wall above Mateo's head, he wrote in blood "Nothing is the King of the East"

"Fuck me!" Xing Ze cursed and immediately used Apparition to arrive in front of the Essex Hotel.

He walked into the hotel and went straight to the bar on the second floor, but the bar was already closed. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned back to the first floor.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Aedian still had that professional smile.

"The truth is, it's true." Xing Ze said while holding back his anger, "Tell him where the bartender lives?"

"Mateo? No no..."

"another."

"Oh, Alger, what do you want to see him for?"

"He doesn't care what his fucking name is, he just wants to know where to find him."

"Sir." Aedian raised his leg to signal Xing Ze to calm down, "Their hotel will not disclose information about undercover workers casually. If Alger does something wrong, I can file a complaint against him."

As he spoke, Adian pointed to a corner of the lobby with his leg, "There is a complaint box there, sir."

"Okay, okay, he's obviously blushing." Xing Ze nodded and backed away slowly. He didn't want to attract the attention of the hotel security guard, "Oh, wrong, Ai Di'an, did I know the toilet was blocked?"

"What?"

"He just went to the toilets on the first floor. One of them is blocked. I'd better go take a look. That place is a mess."

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