In Britain, there is a saying:

"A bonfire can dispel the severe cold, and unity can drive away difficulties (Canfiretodispersethechill, unitycanputthedifficultaay.)."

This is undoubtedly an inspiring proverb. I believe it has inspired many people and left a lot of positive deeds in the history.

But unfortunately, sometimes, this sentence can also be applied to a group of selfish people who have hidden evil.

For example, Tom Riddle, who deliberately dominates the British magic world, attracted a group of Death Eaters with pure blood theory; for example, Gellert Greenward, who tried to overthrow the Secret Act to lead the new world, used His ideals and personality charm have gathered a large number of elites.

For another example, a thousand years ago, the despicable Haierbo ...

In this world, no matter how strong a person is, there is also a limit. Haierbo, such an old-fashioned black wizard, would naturally not know the importance of solidarity.

Therefore, in the era before Sarah Slytherin was under the ground, Haierbo had established his own power like the last two generations of the Dark Lord.

As a matter of course, after Haierbo himself was suppressed and sealed, the remaining running dog forces would have nothing to eat.

Under the supervision of the Wizarding Assembly at the time, which is now the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, those families who dared to follow Haierbo's troubles signed one by one a strong magic contract and completely retreated behind the scenes of the world stage.

It is somewhat ironic that these ancient wizard families can retain more of their heritage, but it is because of that contract.

"... So, any offspring with the blood of their ancestors in their bodies cannot actively interfere with the outside wizard society. Of course, if the counterattack is passive, the contract is still allowed."

After listening to the narration of the old owner of Wit, the "Old Barnes" on the sofa did not show much response. But in fact, he was somewhat stunned in his heart.

After all, this matter is actually related to himself, and the relationship is quite close!

"Well, what about those contracts? Don't tell me, you didn't even think about breaking it in the past?" He rubbed his forehead and asked casually.

However, when he heard this, Old Witt smiled a bit bitterly on his face.

"When two families have been declining rapidly for unknown reasons, probably no one will dare to think about it!"

When talking about this, the homeowner seemed a bit helpless-who doesn't want to make his family reappear brilliant?

However, under the dual constraints of that contract and the changes in the world structure, even if their family base is sufficient, it will be difficult to stand up after all.

However, it may be seen that the "Bano" in front of him does not come with malicious intent, while the homeowner gradually became calmer while telling the past.

"Well ... a strong bloodline curse? It sounds like Sarah Cha's method ..." A little murmured before the other party continued, "Well, let's go here for the first time! Next is the first Two things, this is one thing I really care about-"

He was talking, and suddenly raised his head, sharp eyes stabbed towards Old Witt.

"Are you still there, the magic book" Abatair "of the Wit family?"

This sentence was the last thing that Old Witt wanted to hear, but he actually understood that this was exactly what the other party was most likely to mention.

As the magic inheritance of the Witt family, "Abatair" records a lot of research results, even some ancient magic that has been listed as taboo in the magic world.

For example, in the summoning of ancient times, the "Demon Summoning", which is listed separately as a large system, and the "Devil's Sacrifice", which is greatly related to the former!

"Sorry, if you want to ask this, please forgive me for not answering."

Since the magic book "Abatil" is equivalent to the entire Witt family, it is reasonable that the old Witt could not disclose it to outsiders, so he said this sentence quite hard.

However, in the eyes of the other party, his persistence was like a boring joke.

"Witt," old Barnes sneered, and asked coldly, "If I tell you now, I'm the" Herbo "that you said was suppressed in an unknown place, and you will still tell me you're Answer '?'

As he was talking, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at the door to the study.

...

As I said earlier, today's weather is not very good. It was gloomy early in the morning, but it did not turn clear in the afternoon, but it started to rain.

But this is not the most typical weather in Britain?

Speaking of which, Mallory did not like the cloudy sky, but today is different. Millian's invitation to lunch made him a little bit expectant.

The phrase "don't you want to feel free from the shackles" really touched his already silent heart.

However, at this moment he was surprised to find that things seemed different from what he imagined. Or, in other words, he simply cannot understand what true freedom really looks like.

"……here is?"

Standing at the deepest part of a forcing alley, Mallor couldn't help but be a little stunned. He could feel the wet stickiness under the shoes, and he could smell the wet musty smell in the alley, but he couldn't find what he called "freedom".

This is London's underground black market, and Mallory usually does not come here.

But as Maca realized, the streets and lanes here are too complicated, and no one dares to say that he knows everything about this place.

Generally, when Mallorius comes here, there is something to do, and naturally he has no time to walk around casually.

Million, beside him, seemed quite relaxed at the moment, with a smile on his lips. Even the expensive clothes on her look a little abrupt here.

"Don't ask, just follow me."

Having said that, Millian took out her wand and lightly tapped some of the brick holes in the wall, and a large piece of the brick wall was sunk immediately, revealing a thick wooden door.

On that door, there were also a few crooked words-Sleepy Dragon Bar.

As if he noticed that Mallory was hesitant, Milian patted him on the shoulder and gave him a brisk look.

"Don't worry, I've only been here a few times. It's recent."

Before the words fell, she reached out and opened the wooden door, and walked in generously. Seeing this, Mallor had to choose to keep up with her doubts.

But when Mallor crosses the doorway, he is drowned by a noise.

In the British magic world, there are quite a lot of bars, but bars like this are extremely rare. Unlike Muggles, who prefer to dispel the pressure of life with madness, wizards are mostly accustomed to slow-paced enjoyment.

However, there is no feeling of "sleep" in this "Sleeping Dragon Bar".

It can be seen that the head space here is not small, and it is about the invisible stretch spell.

There are various round wooden tables arranged around, and there is a bar in each corner, and the domestic elf steps on a high stool to serve guests inside.

In the center of those round tables, an elliptical dance floor flashed a dazzling colorful light. The cold air from nowhere covered the floor of the dance floor and spread continuously around.

As for the guests who indulge in joy in this bar, they are leaping along with some of the baby dolls on the dance floor, and at a glance they only feel that their heads are full of hot illusions.

Mallor even felt as though he was beginning to vertigo.

"Relax, don't be so stiff--" Millian slammed a punch into his chest, shouting in his ear and yelling, "Come here, let's go over there!"

After yelling like this, she just clinged to Mallor's sleeves, and dragged the latter straight into the dancing crowd.

It's crowded, noisy, and chaotic ... well, at least for Mallory.

Waves of music like a huge wave washed over his eardrums, shaking him, and he felt that his whole body was shaking and his brain was numb. As he moved forward in the crowd, the surrounding bodies seemed to be falling on him, and he had to shake three steps to take a step.

Somehow, the hot air in this bar seemed to be ironing his soul constantly. Www.lightnovelpub.net ~ unconsciously washed away the uneasiness in his heart.

Just after half way, Mallory felt that he had become one with this fiery enthusiasm. In previous years, the sorrow that had been suppressed in his heart, and he could not help but want to gush from his throat.

"what--"

He just roared involuntarily for a moment, and suddenly he was tripped by something on his toes, and then he planted it all at once. Million walking in front just slipped between her fingers, where can you find someone again?

"Oh, it seems a little too anxious ..." She pursed her lips and complained to herself secretly.

When Millian turned away from the crowd and found Mallory again, there were already several footprints on the poor fellow. But what made Millian cried and laughed was that she saw a wishful smile on Mallor's face lying on the ground.

Freedom, is this the taste of freedom?

It feels so wonderful to put aside all house rules, dogmas, etiquette, and responsibilities!

Mallory allowed Millian to drag him from the ground, and there were pains in several places where he was stepped on, but he just wanted to laugh out loud.

I don't know how long.

In short, after eating a bad fish and chips, drinking a few bottles of messy wine, and letting go of his vent, he finally walked out of this room with Million A black market bar like a magic dance.

As the wooden door behind him turned back to the gray-black wet brick wall, the deafening noise just disappeared completely, and only the buzzing sound still in his ear told him that everything was not fantasy.

"And I don't have such a rich imagination!"

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