Anti-theft curse? Damn it, he should have expected it. Xing Ze stood up in frustration. He only had time to see the name of the grimoire - "The Book of Ebon".
Blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly. Xing Ze felt that his luck was a bit unlucky today, because another wizard also died. Xing Ze broke the dentures in his mouth, and the poison hidden in the teeth fell out. The result can be imagined
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"Oops." He pressed his swollen forehead and could only search the two people's clothes. Except for a few red candies on each person's body, the rest were ordinary things.
He left the body to Blue Beak. After devouring the monster, Blue Beak became much larger and could cover Xing Ze's entire arm.
Of course, this trip was not without success. New questions came one after another, such as the underground king, the mysterious dream monster, and he did not find the Undertaker's symbol on the old wizard.
Why do you want to do this? Xing Ze always asks himself this question. He is fed up with the investigation of thousands of new questions popping up after solving one problem.
Why do you do this? He asked himself again, raised his wand and cast an explosion spell on the villa. The whole house was immediately blown to pieces, followed by flames, which greedily devoured the aftermath of the explosion.
Everything that is combustible is left behind.
The firelight illuminated Xing Ze's face, he stretched out his hand, and the blue beak turned into black mud and attached to his hand, and then they disappeared from the spot.
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Before the sun set, Xing Ze walked along Dafuer Street. On the way, he put a dollar into a beggar's hat in exchange for the words "God bless you."
Then he turned onto Borough Street, stopped for a while in Tabard Park, watched a brief mime, gave the mime two dollars, and then bought the Times from a nearby newsstand.
, The Guardian and The Daily Telegraph.
The owner of the newsstand promoted the Daily Mirror to him. He assured Xing Ze that the newspaper contained everything people wanted. But Xing Ze believed that he was just trying to get rid of the high stack of Daily Mirror.
When Xing Ze left the newspaper stop, the sun was setting and the Tower Bridge in London was lit up in the distance. He put away the newspaper and walked towards the nearest subway station.
On the subway to Charing Cross Road, he read three newspapers. The plague that broke out in Wales was contained in southern England. The government authorities issued a statement saying that the National Center for Disease Control had developed a new drug that could effectively treat the early stage of the infection.
patient.
It seems that the Magic Research Institute has finally developed a curse remover that can cure Muggles. Xing Ze thought to himself.
None of the three newspapers mentioned new infected areas, which means that the white fragment is likely to be left in the wizarding world.
He went from the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road to Diagon Alley, and then found the Essex Hotel at the end of the street.
It was an imposing tall building, somewhat similar in style to Gringotts. It was equally classical and full of style, but the difference was that the Essex Hotel used red bricks.
The hotel is run by the Phillips family. It has branches in both the wizarding world and the Muggle world. It is considered one of the most luxurious hotels in the wizarding world in the UK.
Xing Ze walked into the hotel and came to the front desk. A man with a mustache and a good appearance received him.
"Sir, welcome to the Essex Hotel. I am the manager Eddie. How can I help you?"
"I want to eat here." Xing Ze said.
Adian showed a professional smile: "Sir, do you have an appointment?"
"No."
"Then I suggest you go to the cafeteria on the third floor."
"What if I finish my meal and want a drink?"
"We have a bar on the second floor, you can go there."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, sir."
The furnishings of the hotel are similar to those of a Muggle hotel, with elevators, chandeliers, and many electrical gadgets. Of course, most of the things are still powered by magic.
This hotel not only attracted a large number of Squibs, but also attracted many wizards from pure-blood families.
Although many pure-blood families have their own manors in the wizarding world, they are still happy to arrange various parties, dances, and celebration banquets at the Essex Hotel.
This is more of a symbol of status and wealth, since all services here are performed by humans, not elves.
After enslaving house elves for hundreds of years, wizards finally began to feel tired and bored, and they were willing to look for things that could better highlight their status.
Therefore, it has become a new trend to let those squibs and wizards with no magical talents serve themselves. Yes, what can be more fulfilling than enslaving one's own kind?
Xing Ze had a simple dinner at the buffet restaurant. The food here was very good and the price was relatively reasonable. It was not unacceptably expensive.
After dinner, he went to the bar. The bar was very spacious and luxurious, but it wasn't time yet, so there was almost no one there.
There were two bartenders at the bar, one middle-aged and one young. Xing Ze sat in front of the young man.
"What do you want, sir?" the young bartender put down the newspaper and asked. Xing Ze noticed his name tag, which read Mateo.
"What's the cheapest for you?"
The bartender glanced at Xing Ze and replied with a smile: "Beer."
"Very good, let's have a drink."
Soon, a glass of cold beer was placed in front of Xing Ze. "Are you here to quench your thirst, man?" Mateo asked curiously.
Xing Ze leaned forward and replied: "Yes, come to satisfy your greed. Are you not British?"
"Yes, Spaniard, how did you tell?"
"There are people named Mateo in Britain."
The bartender looked down at his name tag and said, "I wanted to ask them to write my British name on the name tag, but they didn't agree."
"wizard?"
"No kidding, man, do you look like me?" Mateo laughed again, "I guess you must be a wizard?"
"How can you tell?"
"I have always had a good eye. There are everyone here, squibs, wizards, goblins, and even Muggles. But I rarely make mistakes. I think this is my talent."
Xing Ze smiled faintly. He noticed that the middle-aged bartender glanced at them from time to time.
"So, you must be familiar with the hotel."
"Of course." Mateo replied proudly, "I have been working here for almost ten years."
"Just tell me if you're not satisfied." Xing Ze leaned forward again and lowered his voice and said, "This is my first time coming to the Essex Hotel."
"I can see that too," Mateo said, "So, what are you doing here? Business? Or?"
"Oh, I'm just here for a visit. I just arrived in England a few days ago and I just wanted to see the most luxurious wizard hotel." Xing Ze said casually, "I heard that many big families will come here.
Holding a dance party, I just want to... you know, a low-level person like me needs some opportunities..."