It is also the most popular place near the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary. No matter what time it is open, it is always crowded.

Dragon breeders often come here on their days off and order a glass of brandy or almond mead to relieve their fatigue.

Besides them, there were many other customers.

This place is a bit like the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade. There are all kinds of people in it... tourists who come here for its reputation, men in black with hoods whose faces can't be seen clearly, and an old witch who looks like a villain...

Of course, there are also some that are not human.

For example, right now, sitting on the far right side of the bar is a goblin carrying a tattered bag, cheating people everywhere but calling himself a wandering merchant.

Not far from it, there was a centaur who ran out from some unknown tribe and was keen on fortune-telling for the wizard.

"Bang!"

The door of the Oak Barrel Bar was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and some people subconsciously turned their heads to take a look.

The person who came in was a frail-looking wizard wearing a pair of glasses. He looked like a clerical worker who often sat in the office of the Ministry of Magic and wrote reports.

I guess they are tourists who come here because of its reputation...

After all, the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve is quite famous, and many tourists come here every year.

People didn't care and turned around to continue drinking and bragging. Only a few regular customers would occasionally whisper something, thinking that the shrewd old Brown could make a small fortune by selling fake wine.

But no one would be nosy enough to remind them of anything... They are just tourists, it doesn't matter what happens, as long as what they drink is real.

The wizard walked into the bar without stopping or ordering drinks at the bar, and walked straight to a table in the corner.

There were two people sitting there, one was a burly man with a thick beard, and the other was wearing a black robe with his entire face hidden under a wide hood.

"Roy failed."

After the bespectacled wizard sat down, he picked up the dragon brandy on the table and poured himself a glass, then continued: "Of the twelve people, except Roy who betrayed his companions and escaped, the others all had their wands confiscated.

Aurors from the Romanian Ministry of Magic have taken them all away just now."

"I said before, there's no way he can succeed..."

The hooded wizard swirled the brandy in his glass. "But that fool just wouldn't believe it."

"But I've heard about their plan, and it seems like there shouldn't be any problems."

The burly man opposite him drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and frowned, saying, "The melee ended just when the dragon breeders were most exhausted. In that state, it was almost impossible for them to use Apparition anymore, and their mobility was the worst.

There were twelve people, one of them acted as bait to attract attention, and the rest attacked from different directions...there was no way those dragon breeders could react.

Even if they can't Apparate with the dragon eggs, they are using the best brooms, there's no reason for them to be caught in one fell swoop."

"Just because dragon breeders can't use Apparition doesn't mean others can't. Have you forgotten about those who were invited?"

"Or do you think they are all weak scholars?"

"Don't be ridiculous." The hooded wizard sneered, "Dealing with magical animals is not like visiting a Muggle zoo... Those who are not strong enough have died in some forest long ago, and the remaining ones who are famous are almost all good people.

The old woman in North America once had a record of killing giants.

And Newt Scamander is even more exaggerated. When he was young, he even fought against Grindelwald many times, and he is still alive today... In the wizarding world, there are not many people who can do this."

"But that was more than sixty years ago." The bespectacled wizard said casually, "He is old now."

"Dumbledore is getting old too." The hooded wizard sneered, "How about you give him a challenge? Maybe you can become famous in one battle."

"puff!"

The wizard with glasses choked and sprayed all the wine on the face of the burly man opposite him.

"Filwin, you..."

"Sorry, Larry."

The bespectacled wizard…the man called Firwin quickly apologized, then turned to the other side and said helplessly: "Please, don't say such scary things. Challenge Dumbledore? I haven't lived enough…"

"Now that you know this, you should understand that a wizard's strength does not diminish with age."

The hooded wizard glanced at him, “And there’s a younger one too… that Chris.

Five years ago, he captured alive a Peruvian Venomous Dragon that had gone mad due to the influence of black magic. Remember, he captured it alive, not killed it.

Do you think Roy's group is more powerful than the transformed werewolves or more difficult to deal with than the mad Peruvian Venomous Dragon? "

“…”

Phil Wen and the strong man Carey were silent.

If that idiot Roy had this kind of strength, he wouldn't have to betray his companions to escape.

"What should we do then?"

Larry asked, "Are we going to wait until those people leave before we do it? They won't stay here forever."

"Action? What kind of action?"

"Didn't you say before..."

"I'll remind you one last time, Larry." The hooded wizard raised his head, revealing a familiar face.

He said coldly: "We are just here for fun. If you accidentally let something slip or make any stupid mistakes, I don't mind letting you stay here forever with those dragon eggs."

"I, I understand..." The strong man immediately shut his mouth.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff.

Firwin hurriedly tried to smooth things over, comforting him, "The reserve is obviously well prepared. Roy and his men are the best example. If you don't want to go with them, just listen to Oren and watch the fun."

Then he turned around and changed the subject, "And you, Oren, I was just about to ask you, why are you wearing a hood in the bar? Don't you think you're not eye-catching enough?"

"Just in case."

Oren took off his hood and said, “There’s a dragon breeder named Charlie who knows me. It’ll be troublesome if he sees me.

I have work to do right now, and I don't have time to deal with those hyena-like Aurors and Striker."

"Haha...Aren't you his professor? Why are you afraid of your own students?"

Firwin smiled and joked, “But every time I talk about this, I find it incredible.

In order to avoid the Ministry of Magic's carpet search, you actually went to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a year, and even after being discovered, you managed to get away smoothly. You are really amazing."

"I have always been lucky."

Oren stood up and said, "Let's go back to sleep. This wine is good. Buy two bottles and take them with you later."

"All right."

Firwin shrugged, took the empty bottle to the bar, and said to the old wizard who was wiping the cups, "Here, two more bottles."

"Dragon Brandy?" The old wizard looked up. "Thirty Galleons a bottle."

"So expensive?" Philwin paused as he was taking out the money.

"I have been selling Fire Dragon Brandy for fifty years, and the price has always been this high. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people. They are all the same."

The old wizard said, "But if you buy two bottles, I can give you a discount."

"How many?"

"Fifty-nine Galleons and ten Sickles."

What is this, a 99% discount? Firwin was somewhat speechless, but he still took out 60 Galleons.

"Two bottles, please."

It’s not that he cares about the nine Sickles discount, but the main thing is that the wine tastes really good and he likes it very much.

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Thanks to book friends Trooper1770; Hai Ziyuan; Xiaodao* for their rewards 　　 　 (end of this chapter)