The man behind Hogwarts

Stranraer

Stranraer is a small city on the seaside in central England. It is far inferior to central cities such as London and Manchester, or even to industrial cities near the English Channel such as Plymouth in the far south.

But it has an advantage that no other place can match: the central part and its proximity to the sea.

The 'middle' here does not mean that it is in the middle of the UK in terms of development, economy, politics, etc., but simply a geographical location.

But why is it called "Central" and yet it's also close to the sea?

This has to mention a very special part of the British territory, ‘Northern Ireland’.

‘Stranraer’ and ‘Northern Ireland’ face each other across a strait, which is the long and narrow ‘North Channel’.

Crohn was walking on the dilapidated gravel road holding a black umbrella.

The patter of raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a dripping sound.

When passing by a two-story house, a middle-aged woman poked her head out from the half-open door. Her hair was fluffy and draped over her shoulders. She had some slight freckles on her face, some swollen eye bags, and a darker eye socket.

The middle-aged woman was just observing out of habit, but she didn't expect to be stunned the first time she saw Crohn.

She saw the man on the road wearing a very decent and elegant handmade gentleman's suit. Although there were no logos or badges on the suit, Vivian knew just from the material and craftsmanship of the suit that he must be a wealthy man. people.

Rich people!

Vivian's face immediately showed a gentle and charming smile.

"Sir, are you coming from outside? It's cold today and the roads are muddy. Why don't you come in and have a rest and have a cup of tea."

She did not show her enthusiasm as blatantly as before, nor did she reveal her white thighs; as a senior worker, she knew one thing: for people of noble status, a pure body is not that alluring.

Their interests are different from those of the poor.

Hearing the sound, Crohn stopped and looked at the woman.

Just like Vivian can tell at a glance that Crohn is a rich man, Crohn can also see the other party's purpose at a glance. Although the other party intends to show off the temperament of a good man, he still clearly understands the other party's identity.

He shook his head slightly, his expression cold.

Taking a steady and equidistant step, Crohn continued to move forward, but before he had taken a few steps, a disc in his hand suddenly became slightly warm.

Pick up the disc and look at it,

The wooden disc is painted with gray and white paint, and its overall size is only between the rim of a coffee cup. A smaller circle is dug out in the middle of the disc, and a pointer is inserted in the center of the circle. At this time, the pointer rotates violently.

Seeing this compass-like thing rotating crazily, he was not surprised but overjoyed.

"I've been looking for you for more than half a month, and it turns out you're hiding here."

Putting away the disk, it was no longer useful at this time. The biggest function of this disk was to find a rough range, and he could only rely on himself to search more accurately.

He held the umbrella up slightly and scanned the surrounding environment.

Everywhere you look, there are mostly black, gray and white buildings. Even the trees planted next to the houses look a bit dark and green. The falling raindrops are no longer transparent and pure when covered by black clouds, but appear dark and cold. Desolate.

The long gravel road was deserted, with only the occasional dim light coming from the houses on both sides of the road.

Barren villages and towns, backward development.

"The development here is not to mention compared with London. Even some wizard tribes are better than here."

"No wonder he would hide here... Dark wizards don't like this kind of place the most." Crohn sneered in his heart, not knowing what to think of his 'good friend'.

Looking back at Vivian, the woman was still leaning against the door and looking at him.

Vivian met Crohn's stern gaze, and her heart trembled. She didn't know whether it was fear or excitement; but she still waved gently, her white handkerchief embroidered with a bright red flower.

Crohn did not move forward, but instead walked towards the woman.

Now that I know that my 'good friend' is nearby, I don't feel anxious anymore. It's better to find a local to get some information so as not to alert the enemy.

"Are you a local?" Crohn asked simply.

"Yes, yes." Vivian didn't dare to look into his eyes because it was too cold, colder than the winter air. However, after hearing the other person's voice, she felt that maybe looking into his eyes would be better.

Crohn nodded slightly, opened the door and entered, put away his umbrella and placed it at the door.

The woman quickly followed suit and subconsciously tightened the collar of her clothes.

"It's really cold today. Can you give me a cup of hot tea?"

"Okay, now."

After a while, she put a cup of steaming hot tea on the table, "I don't have good tea at home, so this is local tea that I roasted myself."

Crohn took a sip and said, "Well, it's very fragrant. You're good at making tea."

"That's right, as long as you like it." Vivian's simple words of appreciation felt like honey.

After a few drinks and a few chats,

Crohn took out a few pounds and put them on the table. "I haven't found a hotel yet. I wonder if you have any free rooms here?"

so much? !

Vivian opened her mouth slightly and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, there are all kinds of facilities in the room, and the quilts are all freshly washed. If you need to eat, I can make it, and I can make all the daily dishes. If you want to take a bath...I can help you boil water..."

"That's great. Please take me to the room first."

Putting away the pounds, Vivian walked in front with her waist twisted. Although the weather was relatively cold, she did not wear very thick clothes. The looming whiteness could still be seen under several layers of cotton gauze jumpsuit;

The neckline of the dress on her upper body was originally Y-shaped, but she just pulled it a few times to slightly hide her beauty.

"Go to the room now? Could it be..."

Walking on the wooden floor, Vivian's head was restless and her cheeks were slightly red.

As a famous beauty in Hongye Town, although she can't say that she has gone through many trials and tribulations, at least she is well-informed, but when facing the man behind her, she always feels shy unconsciously.

"Oh my god, how long have I felt this way?"

She walked ahead and took Crohn upstairs. There was a room there that was the cleanest.

Looking at the stairs in front of her, Vivian couldn't help biting her lower lip, "Damn, why are the stairs so high?"

He deliberately turned around to take a look at Crohn's expression, but he couldn't turn his neck, so he had to take steps step by step.

Every time she stepped on the steps, the whiteness under her skirt was revealed a little more.

In the dim stairwell, the charming woman, the looming temptation, the man following behind...

Vivian's thoughts were wandering, and she stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips...