But actually it doesn’t.

He read it several times and got nothing out of it except a few laughs.

Most of the readers of this newspaper are at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and the readership is very concentrated, all of whom are wizards who have problems with the fifth element in their bodies due to spell errors.

If it is expressed in a language that humans can understand, it is - mental illness.

Considering that most dark wizards have mental problems, it is understandable that the old man read "The Quibbler" in public.

Cyrus ignored these unimportant people and focused his attention on a man who was wrapped tightly.

The man was very short, and his feet couldn't even touch the ground when he sat on the chair. He was probably only 1.2 meters tall, but his body was very bloated. He wore gloves on his hands, and his palms were much wider than those of an average adult.

Obviously, this is a goblin.

The goblins and the Hog's Head Inn together always remind people of the goblin rebellion a few centuries ago. At that time, the goblins used the Hog's Head Inn as their base to launch a violent rebellion.

Over the past few decades, goblins have never given up fighting for more rights for themselves. From the perspective of goblins, this is understandable. But from the perspective of wizards or even Muggles, no one is willing to share the right to hold lethal weapons with other races.

Not to mention that greedy goblins always want to get more things, and their desires are like ravines that can never be filled.

“Bang!”

The tall and thin bartender at the Hog's Head slammed two bottles of drinks in front of Cyrus and Tonks. He looked unkempt, with unkempt silver hair and a white beard.

"2 Sickles of Butterbeer, 4 Sickles of Firewhiskey."

Cyrus casually paid one Galleon, then secretly pointed at the goblin who wrapped himself in a robe. Aberforth immediately understood what Cyrus meant.

It was also common to pay for information here, but most of the information he could provide was just superficial, and not many dark wizards would be stupid enough to publicize their criminal records or evil conspiracies.

Aberforth didn't say a word, but just tapped the greasy table casually when he took the money. A pool of clear water was summoned by him and flowed on the table to form a sentence: A goblin has been here for several days, probably waiting for someone, but no one has shown up.

Aberforth immediately left with a look of boredom on his face.

His boredom was not directed at anyone, but more like boredom with the world.

Cyrus knew he had found his target.

However, he was not sure whether the goblins were planning to repeat their old tricks and occupy the Hog's Head Bar as their headquarters again, or whether they were cooperating with other wizards. But he was not too worried.

Although goblins have always been rebellious, at least in the original books they have not caused any waves in the past few years. Even after Voldemort was resurrected, he did not try to win over the goblins.

The Death Eaters recruited the mentally retarded giants, the uncontrollable Soul Eaters, the bloodthirsty werewolves and even the eight-eyed giant spiders that were not even sub-humans, but Voldemort always looked down upon the goblins.

These guys have no other characteristics except their greedy nature and the ability to create fairy treasures. Their own magic power is far inferior to that of wizards. They are not qualified as combatants.

In general, there is no need to worry. Even if the goblins cause riots again, it will at most cause some trouble to the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible to overthrow the existing wizarding order.

"How do you know that person is a goblin?" she asked in surprise.

"Obviously, only goblins are so short. And didn't you see his hands? Even though he was wearing gloves, the size was too different from that of an average person."

When Tonks heard this, she immediately looked at the goblin carefully. She tried not to attract attention by her movements, so she picked up the wine glass and drank while glancing at the other person. Sure enough, the man's features were exactly the same as Cyrus described.

She couldn't help but admire "Dolishi".

'After all, he is a well-trained Auror, really amazing!'

She retracted her gaze and put down her glass. Her lips were covered with butterbeer foam. She asked in a low voice, "Then how should we gather intelligence? Wait until he is alone and then knock him out? It's just a goblin. I should be able to do it."

"You have been trained by Moody for two years, why are you so reckless? What's the point of arresting him?" Cyrus said helplessly, "The goblins are very united. If we arrest him, we won't get any information, and it will alert the enemy."

"What should we do then?"

"Just keep an eye on him and see who he is waiting for." Cyrus said, "You are a Metamorphmagus. When the person he is waiting for shows up, you can transform into that person and get information from him."

"Okay, but I'd rather be involved in the hunt for Sirius Black," Tonks said regretfully.

"Don't be silly. You have the talent of Metamorphmagus. You are naturally suited to the tasks of gathering intelligence and surveillance. It would be foolish to confront the Death Eaters head-on." Cyrus felt sorry for her when he thought of the fact that Tonks and Lupin both died in the final battle at Hogwarts in the original book.

"Use your gift well, Tonks! It's an ability that many people only dream of having, not to amuse children."

With her ability, she could transform into a Death Eater and sneak attack him, and she would never die. It's a pity that she doesn't know how to use such a good ability, and it can even be said that it's a bit of a waste.

In fact, after Cyrus became the only Imagomagus in the world, his human body transformation skills became so strong that they were almost comparable to those of Metamorphmagus.

"Got it." Tonks replied sullenly, then looked at Cyrus resentfully and ordered another glass of butterbeer.

Speaking of butter beer, many people think it is non-alcoholic, but this is not the case. In fact, it does contain a small amount of alcohol, but the amount is so small that underage wizards can also drink it.

However, house-elves, whose body structures are different from those of wizards, will become drunk after drinking too much.

Cyrus was surprised that Tonks could even drink a drink made under such hygienic conditions. He would never touch the glass of fire whiskey in front of him anyway.

"I'm telling you--" Cyrus wanted to remind her of the beer foam on the edge of her lips that looked like a big white beard, but at this moment the door of the Pig's Head Bar was opened with a "bang".

The dazzling sunlight shines in.

Cyrus and Tonks' attention was drawn to the sound, and when they looked, they saw a huge figure blocking the door.

Tonks lowered her voice in surprise: "Hey, it's..."

(End of this chapter)