The old man pulled the wooden cart to an alley in a nearby residential area and stopped in front of a tavern.
Fang Xian tugged on Charles's sleeve again and pointed to the signboard, where there was a coffin with a lid.
Charles smiled and said: "What's the matter? There are many pubs in the UK that use pig heads as their signs."
Fang Xian asked curiously: "Is the pig head sold in that store delicious?"
The boy silenced Charles and replied, "He can ask for me if he has a chance."
The old man pulling the cart was the owner of the pub, and he warmly invited the two children to drink juice in the shop.
As soon as he entered the store, Fang Xiang exclaimed "Wow" and looked at the doormat in front of his feet in surprise as his shoes were cleaned cleanly.
Charles also raised his eyebrows, thinking it was quite interesting.
"Brother Yu," Fang Xian tugged on Charles's sleeve again, "That dog's tail is so interesting!"
Charles said: "That swallow-tailed dog is very fierce... Hey, don't drool!"
There were only four tables in the store, and seven people who looked like customers put two tables together, where the dancing people seemed to be discussing dance moves.
They glanced at Charles and went on about their own business.
Charles didn't look at them, and pulled Fang Xuan away from a table, placing himself between the two parties.
The boss went to the counter and got them two glasses of lime juice and added a lot of honey to it.
The boss was polite, turned around, took a painting from the wall and gave it to Charles, and said, "Thank you for helping me repair his car. He has wine there, so just give it to me. That's fine."
It’s an antique.”
There was a very old papyrus with a mountain drawn on it, which looked like Mount Kilamanjaro.
Fang Xian's watery eyes lit up, and a voice appeared in Charles's ears: "He could tell at a glance that the painting was not simple, and it contained some secrets."
Charles thought for a while and said expressionlessly: "Oh, that's so embarrassing."
Then he took out some gold coins and put them on the table and said, "Well, give him a barrel of the best wine you have and sell him the painting at the same time."
The boss agreed.
A few minutes later, as soon as Charles walked out of the tavern, the horse was pulling Fang Xian away.
In the tavern, the boss walked there and looked at the two glasses of juice in front of him quietly. They didn't drink half of them.
"It's true that he is his disciple." The boss nodded, "You are very vigilant."
Then he looked at the seven people gathered around and said with a smile: "Well, they are going to Ghana to see their new villa."
Over there, Charles found a teahouse with many family members, and walked east with Fang Xian to catch his breath.
"He was scared to death." Fang Xian patted his chest and said, "Those people next to him had a very strong sense of death. They must have killed many people."
Charles asked her curiously: "Can I see?"
"Absolutely!" Fang Xian looked very proud, "He can see a lot of things that others can't see."
Then she said very depressedly: "So his father has taken him to the construction site since he was a child. When they were dusting, he would look at the pillars and walls behind the formwork to see where there were large holes with honeycomb pockmarks."
Charles blinked and sighed: "It's amazing, they charge one hundred yuan a time."
"You underestimated him," Fang Xiang pouted, "Go and help when the second bridge is being built, three hundred yuan a time!"
Charles' eyes widened in surprise. At that time, the average construction worker only earned a hundred dollars a month. /*Asked a retired master*/
Fang Xiang said very depressedly: "My mother saved all the money and said I would use it when I grow up."
Then she stopped talking about the unpleasant topic, took a sip of the juice that was just brought to her, and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore. There was something hidden in the painting just now. It could be a treasure map."
Charles said: "When he goes back, he will show Professor Dumbledore first. If there is no problem, we will see if there is anything in front of him."
"Now that I think about it, there are a lot of good things about that matter, and it seems like it was directed at them."
Fang Xiang nodded in agreement.
After lunch, Charles and Fang Xian returned to the place where the Hogwarts representative team lived.
During those days, the contestants were discussing the preparations for the competition and at the same time preprocessing the medicinal materials they had just collected.
Others are doing their own thing, because without Charles and Seamus, no one dares to cause trouble for the students of Hogwarts.
Now the simulated Quidditch has been moved to a corner of the cafeteria. It seems to be very popular and has received many orders.
Dumbledore is always with the participating teams to avoid unnecessary accidents.
When he saw the papyrus drawings that Charles took out, his expression became serious, and he took out the Elder Wand and tinkered with it, and the tinkering really yielded results.
I saw Mount Kilimanjaro moving on paper, and the screen quickly moved to the top of the mountain. There were seven wizards standing on the top of the mountain, with their free legs doing different movements.
Dumbledore nodded slightly and said: "No, some kind of curse, African style."
In the past, magic wands were not used in Africa, and spells were cast by leg movements. This method of casting spells is also found in many places.
Newt Scamander, who was watching the excitement, continued: "He remembered a legend he heard in Africa before. Two hundred years ago, there was a powerful wizard family in Kenya and Tanzania. He heard about their traditions.
It’s a bit strange. They fought with wizards from Britain, Germany and Portugal more than a hundred years ago. They fled to Mount Kilimanjaro after defeat. Later, they tried to take revenge from time to time, and finally disappeared.”
Charles nodded slightly after hearing this. That was wrong with the colonial history of Western powers.
At that time, Fang Xian suddenly turned to Charles and said, "Their leg movements are a bit similar to their leg techniques, and have some characteristics of the leg techniques of the royal alchemists of the Ming Dynasty."
After she finished speaking, she quickly followed the instructions and made a spell-casting leg gesture, and a glowing eggshell-like shield appeared outside her body.
"Oh!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Liàng!"
Charles and Fang Xian didn't know whether he meant "bright" or "beautiful".
Everyone noticed just now that Fang Xuan's leg posture is slightly different from the one in the paper in details.
Charles pinched Dongba and pointed at Fang Xiang and said, "Isn't it related to Emperor Jianwen or Zheng He?"
No one could answer what he said. The subject was too big. Many years ago, Fang Xiang was transferred to the archeology major in college, and he studied that subject all the way to the position of professor.
Dumbledore pushed the papyrus in front of Charles and said seriously: "That is a good collection, but he does not recommend learning it because I have not received training in African spells."
Charles didn't even think about it. The spellcasting systems were too different. If he just used their high-end magic, there might be an elephant standing on his chest, so he put the painting away and died.
Moreover, the Potion Championship has just begun, and Charles has also gone to assist Professor Bablin in arranging the activities of the team members during the five-day competition, unlike now where he can be lazy.