some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 884 Do you want a medium cup, a large cup, or an extra large cup?
Under the guidance of the magic wand, the two walked in the village along the road of Santa Claus Village.

There are snowmen and ice sculptures everywhere, under the lights, it is like a dream world.

But because it was early in the morning, there were hardly many tourists outside.

After going around, the two finally stopped in front of an ice cream shop.

Selling ice cream in the Arctic Circle, the owner is really... a wonderful idea.

Among the people William knew, Luna was probably the only one who could rival her mental vigor, right?

Combs are sold to monks, wands are sold to squibs... This kind of commercial poisonous chicken soup, the shopkeeper must have seen it too much.

The most outrageous, the signboard of the ice cream shop is called - Snow Queen.

Of course, William knew that there was such a trademark in the world, and it was a global chain.

But for a wizard like him who is looking for it, is it too straightforward?
William pushed the door open and walked in. The bell made of ice cubes crackled, which was surprisingly pleasant.

A strikingly beautiful woman is sitting at a work table, grinding Sumatra coffee beans by hand.

The unique fragrance wafts through the room.

She wore a sheep felt hat to cover her hair.

But with the bangs scattered around her ears, it can still be seen that she has Veela's silver hair.

It seems that the singing just now was sung by this Veela.

William also understood in an instant that he had the confidence to sell ice cream.

The beauty alone can attract a large number of customers, and the singing can bring a large number of tourists.

Not to mention selling ice cream, even selling snow directly, there are people who buy it.

The woman was also a little surprised, she didn't expect a guest to come to her door in the early morning.

Is it tourists who are attracted by their own singing?
But she didn't get up, the coffee beans were only half ground, so she had to apologize: "Welcome, please wait for a while."

William nodded, and led Hermione to find a small wooden table and sit down.

It was too cold, and both of them were wearing hats and scarves, which covered most of their faces, and they could hide their identities without using Polyjuice Potion.

The store is very warmly decorated, with Santa decorations everywhere, and a small TV showing the morning news.

A Finnish host reports the news:

Parts of Texas in the southern United States were hit by a storm, causing icy roads and road closures.

And more than 400 million people suffered power outages.

Then, the host again lashed out at the earthquake not long ago. After the tragic comparison...the daily life of the Finnish people began, and the foreign countries were in dire straits.

William's attention was not on the TV, but on the Veela.

It's not because the other party is beautiful... Well, she is indeed beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful she is, can she still be more beautiful than the great goblin Babling?
However, veela generally live in groups...a veela opens a shop here, and there should be other veela near the Arctic Circle.

And Babling is the school director of Durmstrang, and her hometown seems to be Northern Europe.

Did she come from here too?
Like lightning, William connected all the clues together, ready to test the other party.

With her back to the two customers, the woman snapped her fingers quietly, and the coffee beans were ground instantly.

Although grinding coffee beans by hand in the morning is a very sentimental job, it is understandable to be lazy occasionally.

The woman wiped her hands, took the price list, walked over, put it on the table, and asked softly, "What do you two want?"

"Two blizzard ice creams." William stared at the veela and glanced at her breastplate.

There is a name on it: Aisha.

"Do you want a medium cup, a large cup, or an extra large cup?" Aisha asked.

"..."

Oops, it's the feeling that the DNA has moved!
But William will not forcefully ask for the middle cup, he quickly said: "I want the big cup."

Elsa nodded and turned to the workbench. There was a small window in the wall, and she rang the bell.

After waiting for a few seconds without any response, Aisha knocked on the glass impatiently, and then there was the sound of panicked footsteps behind the kitchen.

There's also the sound of things breaking apart.

The corner of Aisha's mouth twitched, and she said with a professional smirk: "The new staff... are always clumsy."

At this time, a fat hand stretched out in a panic and placed two cups on the workbench.

Aisha picked up the plate, walked towards the guests, and put it on the table.

William and Hermione exchanged a look.

There are magic shades on the small windows, which can shield Muggles from sight.

But they both could see it.

The people who make ice cream... are not human at all.

How can human hands grow hair?

Unless it is unknown in old age!

William remained calm, looked at Aisha, and asked curiously:

"What kind of machine do you use to make ice cream? I want to learn and open a chain store like this in other places in the future."

"Ha~ This is our exclusive craft, which has been handed down for eight generations, and the secret recipe will not be revealed, sorry."

Aisha showed a smiling face and blinked deliberately, as if she was worried about seeing something, and quietly gave William a confusion spell.

But...it failed.

She squinted her eyes and asked vigilantly, "Are you two wizards?"

"Yes." William grinned, "Are you a Veela?"

"Vela can also open a shop, isn't it illegal?" Aisha shrugged.

Of course, it is not illegal to open a shop, after all, even marriage is allowed.

Marrying a Veela is a man's lifelong wish.

Just like mermaids, marrying a handsome wizard is their lifelong wish.

"It's not illegal, but..." William said slowly: "I suspect that you are raising dangerous magical creatures illegally, and your storefront needs to be inspected."

Hermione fumbled in her pocket with her right hand, took out an ID, and waved it in front of Elsa's eyes.

"Well...we are members of the Special Operations Team of the International Federation of Wizards."

She also took out her acting skills honed for many years, and entered the scene directly in a second.

This really isn't a fake.

They went to the Alps for rescue last year, and the two of them were also temporarily included in the action team.

Aisha rolled her eyes and said innocently: "I am operating legally, not a black shop."

"What's with the ice cream?" Hermione asked:
"I suspect that you imprisoned the snowmen and enslaved them..."

Hermione thought about the charges, and William answered in time: "Make ice cream."

Hermione almost couldn't help laughing out loud, your accusation... is too ridiculous, right?

But she still kept a straight face and tried to agree:
"That's right!
do you know?

Last year's International Conference of Wizards had decided to establish a breeding sanctuary for the Yeti.

Keeping Yetis is prohibited without a permit, especially in Muggle-populated areas.

You have breached Sections 73 and 76 of the Secrecy Act. "

"Of course..." William added. "You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court."

There was some surprise in Aisha's eyes, and then she curled her lips...Wizards are troublesome.

My old lady has been running an ice cream shop for many years, and no one cares about it. It's just the two of you who are busy!
She yelled to the small kitchen: "Get out, my old lady has met a mess!"

Both William and Hermione took out their wands and looked vigilantly. It seemed that a baker might jump out of the kitchen at any moment.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no movement, and there was a sense of embarrassment in the air.

Aisha cursed secretly, and ran to the kitchen.

William and Hermione also followed, and after opening the door, the scene inside the room made them stunned:

A group of snowmen and snow treasures, all wearing aprons and masks, huddled on a small bench, watching TV.

I was so fascinated by watching that I didn't hear Aisha's voice at all.

Aisha raised her eyebrows and kicked a snowman's buttocks before they reacted and stood up with a clatter.

"Do you still want to check my store, meddling in my own business...Little Auror?" Aisha asked with a smug smile.

"I won't check anymore, I was just joking, auntie."

Aisha has black hair.

"I lied just now, I'm actually a French wizard." William raised his hand to show that he was harmless:
"I just want to know how to get to the Ice Queen's palace."

Aisha showed a confused look: "Isn't this the place? There is still a sign at the door.

But there is no palace, only an ice cream parlor. "

"Oh... forget it, let's go then." William turned to leave.

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.

There are so many wizards looking for the Ice Queen's Palace recently... Last time, it was two old men, and now two young people are here.

Before Aisha breathed a sigh of relief, the young wizard suddenly turned around and asked:

"Which of you knew Batheda Babbling?
She asked me to pass a message to you. "

Aisha froze for a moment, realizing something was wrong.

Sure enough, a snowman buzzed impatiently and excitedly:

"You know Baxi? She hasn't come back to see us for several years, what did she ask you to bring?!"

William was all smiles, and he guessed right.

Babbling is the veela here... a half-blood veela of Slytherin descent.

Even the men and women in the story of "The Snow Queen" may be related to her.

William glanced at the snowman who was more than two meters tall but as docile as a puppy, and said honestly and sincerely:

"You take me to the Snow Queen's palace, and I'll tell you, Ba...what did that little girl say."

"Okay, okay!" the snowman said. "Let's go now."

Aisha: "..."

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(End of this chapter)