It seemed there was nothing that could be done about that.
After all… everyone was a Wizard.
"Do you want to go to the Ministry first to conduct an investigation or…?" Loreton asked.
Howl shook his head, stood up, and stretched his limbs.
"By the way, who is the most well-informed person with the widest connections here in Greece?"
"Charon, the owner of the Cerberus bar, who has been secretly dealing in illicit goods," Loreton said.
"Take me to him," Howl said.
"Jones, that guy has a lot of influence, and we still don't have any leverage on him; don't think it's too simple," Loreton couldn't help but say, his face full of doubt.
"We'll know if we try," Howl said, walking out the door.
A moment later, the group passed through the alleyway on the side of the square and entered a dark old street.
Then, led by Loreton, the group of four entered a somewhat old, but bustling, tavern.
As soon as they entered, the mixed smell of smoke, alcohol, herbs, and body odor assaulted them.
He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and quickly sealed his nostrils.
"Who is Charon?" Howl asked directly.
"That long-haired man over there." Loreton pointed to a thin, long-haired man who was drinking alone at the bar.
"He's very strong, and he has many supporters."
"I know him!" Huckleton also suddenly spoke: "This guy seems to have always been on MACUSA's most wanted list…"
"Oh." Howl looked at Loreton: "MACUSA didn't just arrest him directly?"
"I think Greece still has some standing in the Wizarding World. Don't measure us by the Muggles' situation. The Wizarding World has completely cut ties with the Muggle world!"
"Whatever." Howl walked straight towards Charon.
Suddenly, a rather tall guy blocked him, glaring with wide eyes, looking very unapproachable.
"Get out."
Howl and the man said in unison.
Howl looked at the big oaf in front of him, and the smell of alcohol on him, and what he had just said, and he couldn't help but smile.
This kind of pure malicious collision, unique to these squalid areas, he hadn't experienced in a long time.
With that, he raised his hand.
"Alkest, move aside, how can you be so impolite to our Aurors?" A somewhat sharp voice came from the thin, long-haired man.
The brawny man, called Alkest, grumbled unhappily: "Behave yourself."
With that, he moved aside.
Howl walked forward and leaned against the bar.
"Charon?"
"That's me. May I ask which high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic you are, or perhaps the heir of an ancient family?"
"No, I'm just an ordinary person." Howl smiled: "I came to you to ask about the Pythagoras thief."
"I don't know," Charon said, gently swirling the cup in his hand.
"I remember telling Loreton that I knew nothing about it. I'm just an ordinary citizen of the Wizarding World, how could I possibly know such things?"
"You don't know? Then help me find out," Howl said.
"Can't do it!" He shook his head, and suddenly a thick gold bar appeared in his gaze.
"This, can this be done?" Howl said.
In an instant, all the noise in the bar disappeared, and the sounds of breathing became much heavier.
"I remember in legends, Charon was quite reputable in business. So I think using this to facilitate it would be a good choice," Howl's voice echoed in the bar.
Even without magic, those guys were all pricking up their ears, trying to clearly hear Howl's words.
A flicker of intent flashed in Charon's eyes, then he scoffed.
"Do you think I'm begging? Just this much?!"
With that, he gulped down the remaining wine in his cup.
"Can't do it."
"Then this, plus this! Can it be done?!" Howl said again.
A wand rested against the gold bar, slowly pushing it across the rough wooden bar towards Charon.
"Plus what?" Charon said, his expression displeased.
"You've already seen it," Howl said calmly.
At the same time, the gold bar was pushed in front of Charon, colliding with the wine glass he had just put down, emitting a crisp clinking sound.
The veins on Charon's neck bulged and pulsed, his hands crossed, filled with anger.
"Are you threatening me? An Auror, threatening me? I'll report this to the Ministry of Magic; everyone here saw it."
"Shut up, you fool." Howl interrupted him, saying slowly: "Who told you I'm an Auror, or that I'm from the Ministry of Magic?!"
Towards ordinary people, he always adhered to the principle of honor among thieves and did not wish to offend them too much, just as he only modified the memories of the Aurors who were hostile and mocked him at the British Ministry of Magic, merely to facilitate his escape, nothing more.
But for those slippery, rampant, cruel, and foolish villains…
Nothing was more direct and effective than fighting fire with fire.
"Charon, you know very well that you are not a good person."
From this close, Howl could already smell the mixed scent of Dark Arts' putridity and blood on him.
With that, he lightly waved his wand, instantly petrifying Alkest, who was about to draw his wand, on the ground.
"Coincidentally, I'm not a good person either."
Immediately, the entire pub erupted. One by one, the patrons stood up, chairs and tables clattered, and some threw down their wine glasses, then quickly drew their wands and aimed them at him.
Loreton immediately drew his wand, aimed it at the patrons, and angrily shouted, "Put down your wands! This has nothing to do with you!"
In his mind, he had probably already cursed Howl thoroughly.
Huckleton also quickly drew his wand, adopting a defensive stance.
However, Harry's speed was even comparable to Loreton, the Auror leader; he quickly and quietly stood in front of Howl, calmly holding his wand upright before his chest.
Howl, however, ignored all this, only looking at the long-haired man.
"Either we fight, and the winner takes all."
"Or, you honestly accept the payment and get to work."
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