Harry Potter's Dharma

After flipping through the information playfully, Zheng Fan ordered a cocktail to warm himself up and left the Northern Bar.

Looking at the direction Zheng Fan left, Catherine took out the cigarette in her mouth and exhaled.

"An interesting fellow. What do you think, Sherry?"

"It's Snow, not Sherry. Catherine, this is a bar, please call me by my nickname," the person under the cloak said unhappily.

Hearing this, Catherine shrugged and put on a look of refusal to admit her mistake.

Snow sighed helplessly. "If it's Spectre, I can't see through his strength. To say something unpleasant, I even feel like he is a muggle, but there is no way he is a muggle. That is why his strength might be far greater than mine."

"Of course, child. Spectre is a high-level wizard, or even a top-level wizard. You're just an intermediate wizard. You're too young. When you're older, you might even surpass him." Catherine laughed.

Snow shook her head. "His height and frame make him look smaller than me."

"That's normal. Wizards who come to the bar have all kinds of methods to hide themselves. Six years ago, there was a wizard who often came to accept missions. Every time he came, he would use a potion to turn himself into a giant monster. God knows what kind of weird fetish he has."

Snow nodded in a noncommittal manner. Even though Kathlyn comforted her like this, she always had a feeling that Zheng Fan might not be hiding anything.

After walking out of the alley, Zheng Fan used his Eagle Eye Vision to confirm that no one was looking at him. Then, he took off his hood. Those Scottish Sentiment boys were still selling alcohol in the snow. They were really professional. When they saw Zheng Fan come out of the alley, one of them even came to greet him.

"Hey, buddy, are you from Japan?

Or China?

Or … Hmm, Korean? "

It was a man with brown curly hair. Normal people would be scared if they saw his hair, let alone a one-year-old child like Zheng Fan.

Another Scottish Sentiment boy quickly ran over. "Sh * t!

Henry, go to the side!

Don't scare him!

He's still a child! "

Zheng Fan automatically added the second half of the sentence. Don't let him go!

The man in the plaid skirt called Henry scratched his head awkwardly and quickly took a few steps back. Zheng Fan said, "China, buddy, I'm from China. By the way, I'll give you a friendly suggestion. Next time you see an East Asian, don't ask this kind of question. It doesn't sound nice. If I ask you if you're British or American, you won't be happy either, right?"

"He's right, Henry. If someone asks me if I'm British or American, I'll let them taste my fist," someone beside him laughed.

Henry shrugged........... okay............ I............

My treat! "

His suggestion was terrible. Whiskey was a kind of distilled spirit made from barley and other grains. After being aged in oak barrels for many years, it was blended into a strong distilled spirit of about 43 degrees. For a long time, it was used by the Scots and Irish as a medicine to ward off the cold. Many British people even called it the "water of life."

It was obviously a bad joke to give such a strong drink to an eleven-year-old child. Several employees selling whiskey at the side frowned and walked over, wanting to stop Henry.

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan smiled and took Henry's whiskey. He raised the glass to the crowd and drank it directly.

"Oh, God, this kid is crazy."

"Does he think that's tea?"

"Bullsh * t, he's a master!

If it were you, would you be able to drink whiskey like drinking water without batting an eyelid? "

Zheng Fan drank the big glass of distilled liquor in one gulp and showed Henry the glass.

"Come on, big guy. Drink to your heart's content. You bought me a drink, so I'll buy you a drink. Even a kid like me drank it in one gulp. I believe you won't choose two gulps."

As he said that, he took out a pound and slapped it on the barrel.

Seeing Zheng Fan's action, a few of the employees started to jeer.

Henry's face darkened. God knew he couldn't drink such a big glass of distilled liquor in one gulp. It would kill him!

… Asking for fresh flowers …

But the challenge was already in front of him, and he couldn't lose face.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly raised the glass.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to drink, the glass somehow appeared in Zheng Fan's hand. The others didn't see it clearly and were a little stunned.

Zheng Fan put the glass aside and patted Henry's waist. This was all he could do. "Forget about the liquor, big guy. Be a good person in the future.

After that, he walked away and disappeared into the street.

Henry stared blankly at the big glass and started to work dejectedly.

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It was said that after that, there was a wine seller named Henry on Edinburgh's Whiskey Street. His service was well-known in Edinburgh, and many foreign tourists came to the whiskey shop. When people asked him why he was so hospitable to customers, he smiled and said, "It's because of a young man from the Celestial Empire.

Of course, Zheng Fan didn't know what would happen so long later. He followed the map and slowly walked to Billy's house, which was also Philip's house.

Wild Horse had flown back at some point. It flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

"This is a good city. I like the atmosphere," it said.

Zheng Fan looked at the map. "Did you find anything?"

"I found the two places with the most owls in the city. They are both big houses. If I'm not wrong, they should be the two big families you're looking for," Wild Horse said.

However, his discovery was meaningless. The location of the two big families was already marked on the map.

"Okay, let's go and see how my followers are doing. I hope their house is still fine."

Zheng Fan stopped. After walking down the street, they would reach Philip's house. From afar, they could see the fence of the courtyard.

However, there seemed to be a lot of people there, and they could hear the sound of arguing.

Zheng Fan whistled. It seemed that he wasn't too late.