As Lena puts it, not far from the middle of a street, on the side of a shop, there is a concrete step leading to the ground.

Maca landed in the aisle between the buildings. He turned left and right sharply, and soon came to the entrance of that step.

Looking down the aisle, you can dimly see the lights flashing. He looked up, and the sign for the underground bar hung on the side wall.

"Bloody Mary?"

It is normal for a bar to name a cocktail, but if there are a lot of furry creatures hidden in it, the name of the store is a bit intriguing.

"It's pretty good to be called" Bloody Rainie ", at least it's not as bad as it is now ..."

Speaking of them, sister Lenny has always put her name on her mouth to sell cute, but her sister's name is Maka.

Thinking of the last sentence left, Maca could not help but grin, and then he walked up to the stairs leading to the ground.

When it comes to killers or something, of course it just scares people.

Although Maca isn't afraid of werewolves at this time, it is a bad thing to have a large number. His purpose this time was only two points. One was to catch a werewolf and go back for business, and the other was to ask where Fenir Greyback was going.

Of course, as far as he is concerned, the latter is naturally more important.

The reason why the werewolf suddenly became active was nothing more than Voldemort's order, which was an obvious thing. Dumbledore wanted to confirm that by the way, the frequent werewolf attacks were resolved, which was Dumbledore's idea.

Maca just helped me out, and his goal has always been Voldemort's source of evil that disrupted his life.

As for the other riots, just leave them to the Ministry of Magic and the others of the Order of the Phoenix. They have the ability to handle events, and the belief in love and peace, but Maca has never had such a noble and great idea.

As mentioned before, Maca has always believed that she is just an ordinary person who wants a peaceful life.

"... but sometimes people are involuntary."

Maca apparently remembered the shattering of the Book of Sin, and suddenly his mood got better.

Turn right at the end of the stairs to see the entrance to this underground bar. Maca didn't intend to disguise anything, because now he looked no different from ordinary Muggles.

For the sake of the group of werewolves, the bar did not deny ordinary Muggles access. Or conversely, the reason why the werewolves have maintained the external operation of this Muggle bar is precisely to hide their werewolf identity.

Of course, in the past, they occasionally selected a few among the guests as snacks, but now they are in the limelight, and they don't dare to start in the hiding place.

Pushing open the door of the bar, Maca didn't even hear the sound of the bell hanging on the door, and was immediately drowned by a burst of powerful hard rock.

Hey! Is the sound insulation here good?

This is a crowded and lively crowd. A large number of Londoners have left the burden of the day and shake their arms and waist on the dance floor, venting their emotions.

At the back of the bar and across the dance floor, a trendy band group is playing music wildly. The hoarse and powerful voice of the lead singer is unreservedly conveyed to everyone's ears through microphones and high-power speakers.

On the other side, there is a bar counter, where the number of people is slightly less, but there are still not many places to crowd.

Maca swayed her body in a rhythmic manner, and staggered towards the bar.

In this kind of place, you can't hear even shouting. So either a waiter came to the reception, or a clear price list was already posted on the bar.

And this bar is obviously the latter.

If the average customer ordered it according to their preferences, Maca is not here to drink and play today.

Just walk away, and he chose a target by the convenience of being able to sense magic.

Sitting in a vacant space not far away, Maca just pulled out a purple pound and stuffed it into the man's hand next to the target, then waved him away.

Who can't live with money?

After a moment of dissatisfaction, the man immediately walked away cheerfully.

Maca sat on the high stool, beckoned to the bartender, and pointed to the wine glass next to her, making a "2" gesture.

Immediately afterwards, another pound was pushed out.

The target he chose was a short-haired woman with her legs up and a lazy look. He looks flat but doesn't have makeup, so he lay on the bar half-by-half, and looked at the bar in the bar with a blind eye, seemingly dazed.

She saw Maca's movements and gestures, but ignored him at all.

The music in my ears was restless and the surroundings were chaotic. For Maca, this is really not a good place to talk about intelligence.

Although more werewolves are venting along with the music on the dance floor, the environment there is obviously more unsuitable. In the final analysis, it is necessary to start here.

With a little thought, Maca decided to spend more time on this target in front of her.

When the wine came up, he pushed one of them to the woman and smiled at her casually.

The other party was also rude. Her wine glass had already been emptied. Now she picked up the drink pushed by Maca and took a big sip, but then she looked away.

Alright! Drinking, people are not interested-does that mean?

Maca shook her head secretly. He had seen countless conversations in Torpoint in the past, but he had never practiced it himself.

No way, even now, his age is still not suitable for this job!

Maca, who has always been smooth in terms of fooling people, this time, he took carelessly to eat, and to be honest, he was really a little depressed.

This was the first time he thought, if only he could be anxious.

However, he did not expect that in fact, the opponent's heart was even more aggrieved than that-it was rare to encounter a small fresh meat that would take the initiative to meet in such a place, but recently the boss repeatedly stated that he was not allowed to start in the stronghold!

Seeing that there was a piece of tender meat that melted in the mouth but could not eat it, the old lady was too uncomfortable!

On the other side, Maca thought again: Since the suggestion is useless, it is better to look at the effect explicitly.

As soon as he thought about it, he simply reached out and patted the woman's shoulder. When he saw the other person turned his head, he extended his thumb and pointed at the door. Everyone can see that action cleanly.

The woman's heart is happy: Boss, this is me seduced by others. Is it okay to change places?

But sometimes, things can go in unexpected directions and you can be caught off guard.

As the woman stood up and leaned towards Maca's shoulders, she was almost on the back of the middle-aged bald man next door!

For nothing else, it was precisely because Maca found another more valuable target, and then he decisively stepped into the dance floor.

Moving in a crowded place is no more proficient for him. When he patted the shoulders of several people along the way and waited for them to turn around, he flew across the gap to the dance floor.

Right next to the high platform where the band is located, near the entrance to the backstage preparation room, a strong man with a description very similar to that of Lena stood there, talking to a few others.

Soon, several others left quickly, and the brave man walked towards the passage of the preparation room again.

That must be what Talino Intelligence said, that the current leader "Logan".

Maca shook her head behind a pillar, and when he came out again, he had already poured himself a potion of immortality.

Seeing the other party was almost invisible, Maca quickly followed. Although there were two werewolves guarding the entrance, they did not find the maca who had been invisible at all.

Immortal potion's stealth effect is different from other stealth potions. The feature of eliminating the presence makes the werewolf who is more sensitive than dogs can't detect his passing ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ As long as Maca doesn't take the initiative to do something to others The act of enhancing presence is difficult to find.

It can be said that his special discovery of fairy wings at the time was even more valuable than many of his current research results on potions.

Following the strong man Logan all the way in, after passing through the makeup area and the staff rest area, Maca found that there was still a passageway to the second floor underground.

Immediately after Logan, he quickly came to a basement that was half the size of the upper bar.

The second basement is divided into two areas.

The front area is a spacious lounge area, and further back, it is a two-meter-wide corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there are also many separate bedrooms, and some doors are open to see the simple furnishings inside.

At this moment, there are not many people here in the second basement floor. It is estimated that either they will have fun and relax there, or will they search for prey outside like Sister Leni?

Logan's destination was the room at the end of the corridor.

When the other man opened the door and went in, and planned to bring the door in, Maca flashed in and followed through.

"boom"

At the moment when the door was brought by Logan, Maca shot decisively, and the unloading spell and the whole body restraint spell were cast continuously, hitting the other side by surprise.

But he didn't expect that even if he had used a little more force for insurance, even if Logan was just a humanoid, his resistance to magic was still amazing.

This level of resistance to magic is comparable to the full form of an ordinary werewolf at the full moon, and even Maca feels a little surprised.

"who?"

Logan responded quickly, although he was caught off guard, but a lot of dark gray wolf hair rushed out of the skin while he was backing.