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Chapter 214 Gentlemen, Please Be Polite
"We've met this man before."

When Tang Sen walked down the creaking stairs of the Leaky Cauldron, he could already hear the low voices of the guests in the bar discussing.

"Yesterday at noon, right? He took a golden cane and entered Diagon Alley through the back door of the Leaky Cauldron."

"That's right, that's an impressive person. I only thought it was a foreign wizard, but I didn't expect it to be a black wizard who entered the country illegally. Judging from the remarks in the report, the other party is a pure lunatic."

"He doesn't look like a lunatic. I mean, I've seen a lot of lunatics. There is no such thing as him. Just believe half of the remarks on the Daily Prophet."

"That's right, for example, the report about Professor Tang, we can all see how far-fetched it is, Sirius? If he had the ability to escape prison under the guard of so many dementors, he wouldn't have been imprisoned for so long in the first place. .”

"Even if it wasn't done by the mysterious person, it must have something to do with the former Death Eaters. According to the inside information revealed by my friends in the Ministry of Magic, all ten prisoners who were rescued were former Death Eaters. To the mysterious person The most loyal ones."

"But isn't it written that Professor Tang himself admitted that his prophecy does not include the mysterious person?"

"Would you rather believe in Fudge, Umbridge, Rita Skeeter, or Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Tang who has truly demonstrated divination?"

"Oh, just in time—" the regular customers noticed Tang Sen who came down, and nodded repeatedly, and someone shouted: "Professor Tang, is what the newspaper said true? About the mysterious man—"

With a relaxed smile on his face, Tang Sen said, "I just saw the newspaper just now. To be honest, I was a little surprised."

"So, Fudge lied?" The regular customer asked, "Your prophecy, I mean the part about the You-Know-Who, is true, right?"

"I'm just a divination professor, my friend." Tang Sen spread his hands and said, "I'm not interested in these newspapers or these rumors, and I have no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of the British Ministry of Magic. In class, some divination techniques were demonstrated for the students."

"As for whether you believe it or not, that's not something that a fortuneteller can control."

The regulars suddenly became indignant, and said: "But the Ministry of Magic tampered with your prophecy, and even tried to deceive everyone. If the mysterious man is really resurrected, I mean, Professor Dumbledore has mentioned this matter more than once, but the Ministry of Magic We have been denying it all the time, but if it is true, we should have the right to know and be prepared."

"Otherwise, we will be killed by Fudge's stupidity and those remarks of the Daily Prophet!"

Tang Sen smiled helplessly, and said, "If even Professor Dumbledore's words can't be trusted by everyone, what's the use of my words?"

He ended the topic, waved his hand, and said, "Old Tom, bring me a drink, I have to get ready for class."

"Butterbeer?" Old Tom came out from behind the bar.

"No, non-alcoholic drinks are better." Tang Sen said, "I don't want to appear in front of my students smelling of alcohol."

"Professor Tang—" the regular visitors were a little unwilling, and said: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that your prediction is correct. If you can issue a statement on the Daily Prophet—"

"It doesn't make sense." Tang Sen took the drink handed over by Old Tom, and said, "Those who are willing to believe the truth must have awakened, and those who are unwilling to believe, even if I say countless prophecies, for them It doesn't make sense either."

He took a sip and said, "You should never try to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep."

Seeing that the regular customers were still unwilling to ask questions, Old Tom patted the table and said, "Okay, give Professor Tang some time to enjoy his drink. Why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic if you have any questions?"

"Or go to Professor Dumbledore. You can't expect a fortune teller to help you stop You-Know-Who with a wand?"

Tang Sen smiled: "If it is necessary, of course I can. Although I don't think I can be stronger than everyone here in the use of spells."

He joked: "After all, for a fortuneteller, I don't have so many opportunities to use spells."

There were good-natured laughter in the tavern. Of course, a fortune-teller would not have too much power. This was normal, and it was in line with everyone's imagination.

Tang Sen quietly pulled out a piece of paper figurine amidst laughter, and rubbed his fingers lightly on the paper figurine. His expression became a little dull for a moment, but in the next moment, he regained his spirit.

No one noticed this trivial detail, because the door of the Leaky Cauldron was pushed open, and a person walked in unhurriedly.

thump-thump-

The golden cane in his hand was tapped on the wooden floor along with the sound of footsteps, and after the sudden stop of the laughter, it was very clear.

"Magician!" A guest's stool creaked harshly, and he stood up from his seat in a panic, staring at the well-dressed guest.

"What are you going to do?!" He pulled out his wand reflexively, aiming at the magician.

The other guests also stood up in unison and drew out their wands.

Old Tom jumped out from behind the bar, stood in front of Tang Sen, and said in a low voice, "Professor Tang, don't worry, if there is any accident, Chuck will take you out of here."

Chuck is the house elf of the Leaky Cauldron. This creature is born with the ability to cast spells, and can easily apparate even without a wand.

Tang Sen, who was sitting at the bar, stood up, showing a vigilant expression like everyone else, and drew out his wand.

His movements were not very smooth, but no one noticed it.

Everyone looked at the magician, but this newly-baked wanted criminal of the British Ministry of Magic did not show any fear or panic, but smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems that everyone already knows me?" He smiled: "This is really good news, I don't like to introduce myself every time."

"No matter what your purpose is, get out of here immediately, wizard!" Old Tom said in a deep voice: "This is the Leaky Cauldron, not a place where you can mess around."

"Anything?" The magician shook his head: "No, if I plan to do something to you, you should already be a corpse."

He looked around at the guests and said softly: "My suggestion is, let's be more polite and don't point the wand at me. I must remind you that I hate rude people."

"Crazy! Do you think you can deal with so many of us by yourself?" A guest shouted, "I remember the Ministry of Magic offered him a reward of hundreds of Galleons? Let's go together and subdue him and send him to the Ministry of Magic." !"

Everyone was a little hesitant. The guests at the Leaky Cauldron were not dark wizards. Most of them hadn’t used spells to battle for a long time. This is normal in the British wizarding world. Magic, such as levitation, apparition, or restoration.

But combat magic is a bit difficult for others.

Simple spells such as "Abolishing Arms" and "Fuchsia" are not bad, but if it is difficult spells such as "Bones Shattered" or "Blazing Flames", students who have just graduated from Hogwarts may be more proficient Some.

In fact, under such a big environment, step-by-step wizards rarely have a chance to do it.

Of course, even a simple spell can be regarded as a threat under the superiority of the number of people, but, for everyone, it is really difficult to attack an unknown wizard, especially when the opponent already has several lives. It takes courage.

They prefer to delay until the Aurors arrive, and leave the hands-on work to professional people.

The atmosphere became awkward until the magician let out a chuckle and said, "It seems that no one intends to do anything? That's good, I don't want to kill you."

He snapped his fingers, and the wands pointed at him in the wizards' hands suddenly twisted, and the head of the wand turned into a poisonous snake that chose to eat people, turned around, made a hissing sound, and slammed into the faces of every wizard Bite away.

The wizards were startled immediately, and reflexively threw away the poisonous snake in their hands.

The next moment, those poisonous snakes turned back into magic wands and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Wandless Transfiguration?"

Old Tom showed an unbelievable look. He has more experience than other wizards, so he shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? No one can do such a thing!"

It's not impossible to transform without a wand. Although there are very few people who can do this kind of thing, Old Tom at least knows that Dumbledore can do it, but directly change the wand in the opponent's hand into something else?
No, it's not magic at all!
If this kind of thing can be done, then what kind of magic wand do wizards use? Facing wizards who can transform, wizards who can't cast spells without a wand just quit the magic world!

"It's just some simple tricks." The magician ignored the wands on the ground, but leaned on the cane, walked to the front of the bar unhurriedly, and said, "I think, compared to being taken of life, It might be more acceptable to take away the wand."

"This can also prevent some regrettable incidents from happening."

He sighed, looking at everyone with his azure pupils, and said: "I mean, I don't want to kill any wizard except hopeless idiots. Every wizard is important to the world. They are all precious treasures.”

"You killed two people yesterday!" someone shouted.

"Three." The magician stretched out three fingers and corrected: "Last night, I was going to visit a well-known figure in the British magic world, but to my disappointment, only one of him was left there." Servant."

"It was a very impolite gentleman who greeted me with the Cruciatus Curse—it was stupidity."

"Idiots have no value in living."

　In yesterday's chapter, it was written that Smaug was not sure about defeating Voldemort head-on, and then many book friends thought it was unreasonable and suppressed the fighting power.

　　So let me explain a little bit. When I wrote Smaug from the second volume, I used the image of Smaug shown in the movie. I also wrote in the third volume. Smaug can crush superhumans below demigods, but he will still be defeated Injured by means above demigod.

　　It is a stalwart creature with a body length of hundreds of meters. Relying on its body and dragon flames is enough to deal with most enemies, but it will also be damaged. His scales can defend against certain physical damage and magic damage, but they are not immune.

　　Voldemort may not be able to kill Smaug, but Smaug will definitely not be able to defeat Voldemort unless the other party is crazy enough to stand up to Smaug and take Smaug's attack hard. I mean, Voldemort is different from the shepherd in the previous volume. Even if he behaved No matter how weak it is, it can still use Apparition in battle.

　　that's all.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)