Chapter 267 265 Accident

This bar is the main gathering place for the underground forces of the Black family. Many wizards who join the Black family will take on some tasks here in normal times and earn bounties. Although the Black family pays them very high salaries, no one They would hate having more money, and Feeney didn't mind them taking on private jobs. After all, they could maintain their combat effectiveness by fighting frequently.

When you push open the door of the tavern, you can smell a pungent smoke mixed with the fragrance of malt liquor. Amidst the noisy sounds and dim light, it gives people an urge to let go.

Feeney's arrival did not cause any waves, and even the group of figures who were immersed in drinks, tobacco and boasting did not notice his arrival.

Many of those people stay in bars all year round. Most of them are vagrants, guys abandoned by their families, and unidentified dark wizards who cannot enter the official identity. Therefore, they are generally in bars. They are also very honest and will not take the initiative to cause trouble. Even if someone comes to trouble them, they will follow up and deal with it after the person leaves the tavern.

This tavern is not easily inspected by Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, so they are safe here and are unwilling to violate this security.

Because of this, they sometimes even help the tavern deal with some troubles and maintain peace here.

What paid more attention to Feeney were the several men in strange robes sitting in the corner away from the fireplace and the window.

Very few people would take the initiative to sit in that corner, unless there were no other seats in the tavern. However, there were still empty seats in the tavern, and they sat in that position, making people have to pay attention to them.

For this kind of tavern, the most popular locations are near the fireplace and the bar, followed by those near the windows and doorways, followed by other locations in the center of the tavern, and finally in the corners.

Of course, many people like to talk about secret things in that corner.

However, those men were devouring simple meals at this time. They didn't talk about anything at all. They seemed to be taking refuge here. They all looked very cold and lonely. Maybe they felt the influence of Feeney. One of them glared at Feeney with a warning look, and then lowered his head to eat the lunch that was not at all a sumptuous meal.

"If I were you, I would never mess with those people,"

A very young bartender said to Feeney at the bar,

"What do you want?"

Feeney smiled and put a silver coin on the bar and said,

"Just a butterbeer. By the way, who are they?"

The bartender's eyes lit up when he looked at the coin, and he put the Sickle into his robe pocket using a method that seemed very hidden to him.

Even though the salary of workers in this bar is much higher than that of other shops, it is only a few Galleons a month, and one silver coin can equal his wages for several days.

After handing a cup of butterbeer filled with cream and dotted with a few cherries to Feeney, he whispered,

"They came here in the heavy rain a few nights ago. They looked very nervous at the time. The four of them asked for a room. Except for eating, they never left the room. They didn't order drinks, even meals. The simplest, no-tech bread and soup.”

Having said this, the bartender looked around for a while, then leaned into Feeney's ear and said,

"I feel like they are fugitives, or they are hiding from someone. In short, they are not easy to mess with. They are a big trouble."

Feeney smiled and said to the bartender,

"This pub is not afraid of trouble,"

The bartender heard this, picked up a wine glass, put it in his hand and wiped it with a towel, and said with a smile,

"That's natural. We are never afraid of any trouble."

Feeney smiled and said nothing, and took a sip of the butterbeer made by the bartender. It tasted good. The cream on top was rich but not sweet. The drinks below were not all soda, and there were some added drinks. So unlike the butterbeer in Hogsmeade, which is generally just a drink, it can be regarded as a kind of wine. The cherries on top are not just decorations. Hold one in your mouth and bite it open with the drink. The delicate fragrance combined with the rich cream of butter beer and the taste of butter make people feel that the spiritual platform is clear and very delicious.

"very nice,"

Feeney put the wine glass on the bar and praised,

When the bartender heard this, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you sir, do you want anything else?"

Feeney nodded and said,

"Give me a sauce-flavored fried pancake, the fire dragon flavor."

When the bartender heard this, he was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he came to his senses and said to Feeney,

"This food will take some time to prepare. Sir, you can go to the room upstairs to rest while waiting."

Feeney nodded, drank the butterbeer in the glass, then got up and followed the bartender upstairs.

The guests in the tavern were not surprised to see this scene.

After all, places like taverns usually sell part-time information, as well as issue and receive employment tasks. Especially in this tavern, there are usually people following the staff upstairs to buy information or post bounties every day.

However, they didn't know that Feeney was not taken to the second floor by the bartender, but to the fourth floor. There was only one room on the top floor of the building. Although it was usually cleaned, it was never opened.

After sending Feeney to the room, the bartender nodded to Feeney, then closed the door and left.

Feeney was not surprised either. He just sat on the chair near the window with a calm expression, casually picked up a book next to him and started reading.

Some time later, Feeney's reading was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Feeney closed the book and put it on the table, looking in the direction of the door.

The door opened, and a man with a slight stoop, not very good looks, but very well-dressed came in, bowed slightly to Feeney and said,

"Young Master,"

Feeney nodded, motioned for the man to sit opposite him, and then said with a smile,

"Is there any important news recently?"

The man nodded and said,

"There are rumors in the magical world that the Dark Lord is back, and many former Death Eaters have gathered together. Many of the people who usually come here rarely come here. I sent someone to confirm the news, but they haven't come back yet."

Feeney nodded and said,

"He is indeed back. He was responsible for what I was attacked some time ago. As for the people you sent out, I think they will never come back. Although it is not certain about his current state, according to his character and ability, he will definitely The person following you can be found and it’s only a matter of time before they are killed.”

The man's expression condensed, he looked at Feeney and asked,

"Master, are you sure about this news?"

Feeney raised his eyes slightly,

"Do you think I will lie to you? Or do you not believe me?"

The man shook his head hastily,

"No, Master, it's just that the news is..."

"It's bad, isn't it?"

Feeney smiled and said,

"But it's true. In the following days, we will gather all our people back and send their families to the peninsula. Don't let those who work for us have any worries. The war is about to begin,"

The man nodded and said,

"Understood, Master, I will inform them. At the same time, all intelligence channels in the tavern will be opened and the most covert ones will be used."

Feeney nodded and changed the topic.

"By the way, what's going on with those people downstairs?"

Hearing this, the man smiled and said,

"Those are the poachers discovered by the Ministry of Magic. They went to Romania to poach a dragon and brought back a few dragon eggs. Then they were targeted by the Ministry of Magic at the customs, so now they can only hide in the here,"

"Dragon egg? What dragon? Did you take action?"

"It is said to be a two-headed dragon, one of which is the Romanian Longhorned Dragon, and the other is the Hebridean Islands Black Dragon marked by the dragon breeding institution."

Hearing this, Feeney raised the corners of his mouth slightly,

"No wonder they are being targeted by the Ministry of Magic. Hebridean Islands black dragons, tsk tsk, there are not many such dragons even in those dragon farms. Are you going to ask if their dragon eggs are taken? If not, you can Collect them, our dragon farm is relatively short of black dragon eggs,"

The Hebridean Islands Black Dragon is a species of fire dragon that lives on the Hebridean Islands in Scotland. They are generally thirty feet long, have rough scales, and have a row of shallow but extremely sharp ridges on their backs. The top of their tails is a It has a pointed arrow and its wings resemble those of a bat.

These physical characteristics make the materials on their bodies very suitable for making magic weapons, and they are hunted in large numbers by many indigenous people, resulting in a rare number.

And because they are more aggressive than the Welsh green dragons, they need a large area of ​​activity. An adult dragon will occupy a hundred square miles as their territory, which makes their number even rarer. Now, even It is difficult to see them in the Hebridean Islands, their birthplace, and there may only be a few in Romania, the world's holy land for raising dragons.

The Black family's dragon farm has a few dragons, but the more of these things, the better, so this time they met, Feeney didn't mind taking them.

The man nodded, indicating that he understood, and would keep the matter in mind until Feeney left.

Feeney continued,

"By the way, please arrange for a few people to live near No. 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey."

The man looked at Feeney with some confusion and asked,

"Master, there aren't any wizards in Surrey County, why do you want to go there?"

Feeney is not annoyed about men's questions. If someone else asks this question, it would be a taboo. However, men can do it.

Although this man looks about the same age as Sirius, he is actually much older than them, almost as old as Mad-Eye. Finny's father was a retainer of the Black family when he was alive, and he was born in the Black family. , whose mother was a member of a very small pure academic family, and later married an outside branch of the Black family,

His father had always been the intelligence manager of the Black family. After his father's death, he inherited this position.

After Feeney took power, he also put the dark forces of the Black family under his control. Because they were all members of the Black family, there was no need to worry about him rebelling, not to mention that his family, wife and children were all in Black. The family lived near the elder's estate.

"Harry Potter lives nearby. When the mysterious man comes back, he will definitely take action against him, so I need our people to keep an eye on him and protect him when necessary. Oh, by the way, when the time comes, Dumbledore will Lido will also send some people to protect Harry, so our people should not conflict with others,"

The man nodded to show that he understood.

"I understand, Master, I will tell our people to hide themselves,"

Feeney nodded with satisfaction and did not ask the man who had prepared the candidates. He knew that the man would take care of everything, including that the people would not know each other. Although this would cause some trouble, however, It will also make protecting Harry even more hidden.

After chatting with the man about some information, Feeney left the tavern, and the man also found the poachers after Feeney left, took them from them at a price far lower than the market price, and smashed them into his hands. He picked up a few dragon eggs and then rode them to the Blake family's dragon farm.

After coming out of the pub, Feeney went directly back to his old house in London.

As soon as they came in, they saw Sirius and Harry sitting by the fire in the living room on the second floor, talking and laughing, playing wizard chess.

"Finny! You're back!"

Harry was very excited to see Finny return. Although Finny was a few years older than him, in Harry's opinion, he was still his little friend in Hogwarts.

Sirius was indeed very kind to him, but after all, he was not of the same age. In comparison, he still preferred to get along with his peers.

Feeney smiled and nodded and said,

"Well, I went to do some errands. By the way, did Sirius tell you about my proposal? Oh, and also, did your trip go well?"

Harry nodded to express that it was very smooth,

Sirius' face looked a little ugly and he said,

"It can only be said that it went smoothly, we encountered some troubles on the road,"

Feeney was stunned for a moment, then walked to the sofa and sat down with a serious look on his face and asked,

"What trouble? What's going on?"

Sirius said,

"After I picked up Harry, I planned to take him to Diagon Alley for a stroll. Although the siege we encountered in Diagon Alley was resolved, I always felt that I had overlooked something."

Finny suddenly thought of how the mysterious man was resurrected in the original book, and hurriedly looked at Harry and asked,

"Harry, are you hurt?"

Harry was about to shake his head when he heard Finny say,

"As long as there is blood, it is considered an injury."

Harry nodded and said,

"I don't know what happened. After I walked out of the group of people who surrounded us, there was a cut on the sleeve of my robe, and my arm was also scratched."