"It's Cheryl!" Hermione slammed the table and stood up from her seat. Everyone stood up and pushed the door of the bar open.
A large wooden barrel that was placed at the entrance had flipped over. A thin and short man staggered and cursed while pointing his magic wand at Cheryl who was sitting on the rain-soaked street.
The wizard in front of her was of medium height, thin and weak. His brown curly hair was piled on top of his head, and his eyes were gloomy under his narrow forehead. Due to excessive drinking, his eyes and nose were red, and his expression was a little dazed. His complexion could have been very good, but unfortunately, his face was covered with a messy beard, which made him look dirty. Although he had a big mouth, his teeth were still very neat.
Hermione glared at Sean and pulled out her wand to teach the man a lesson. However, Allen stretched out his arm and stopped her. The drunkard seemed to have just noticed that he was surrounded by Allen and his guards, as well as the Aura who heard the commotion and came over. However, the alcohol still made him a little dazed.
"Hermione, you and Leonard should go in and talk about the umbrella. I'll take care of things here." Allen said softly and pointed his chin at Cheryl. She had just gotten up with a miserable look on her face. When she noticed Hermione and the others, she lowered her head in embarrassment and waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. Then, she pulled out her wand and cleaned herself up with magic.
Hermione looked at Allen hesitantly and suspiciously. However, in the end, she went back into the bar with her guards and Leonard. Allen also waved his hand and asked the Aura to stand aside and not interfere.
Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, Sean's remaining rationality seemed to have dissipated. He approached his wife and held a large curved wine bottle in his left hand. It was unclear whether it was the wine or the rainwater that had turned his messy beard into a mess. He pointed his wand at his wife and scolded her, saying some nonsense like he wanted her to give him money so that he could recoup his losses.
Cheryl stood where she was and leaned to one side, her head tilted to one side. She did not dare to look directly at her drunken husband. It seemed that she had been treated like this a lot recently. The tip of Shawn's wand fiercely poked Cheryl's chest. Cheryl used her hand to block the tip of the wand and staggered two steps back. Tears flowed out of her eyes. But, she only rubbed her chest that was in pain and didn't dare to resist.
Alan casually walked up to the couple. Not far away from them, the table and a chair in the Three Brooms Tavern suddenly appeared. Alan sat down and picked up his wine glass. He grabbed a piece of fried pig skin and swallowed it. He raised his hand to the dumbfounded Sean and signaled him to continue. His wife, Cheryl, felt too embarrassed and lowered her head. Other than her flushed cheeks, she felt that everything had faded away.
Alan's arrogant behavior seemed to have sobered Sean up a little. His nostrils flared, and he bit his upper lip angrily. He tilted his head and glared at Alan, but he still didn't realize who he was facing. His anger made his mouth look crooked. Borrowing the remaining power of his angry rebuke of Cheryl, he held his magic wand and walked towards Alan while shaking his head and swaying his tail.
Cheryl's face turned pale. She was about to say something when Allen waved his hand to stop her. Sean had already come over. He raised his wand and waved it at Allen threateningly. "Boy, get out of my way."
Allen seemed to have just realized his rudeness. He quickly got up and bowed slightly to apologize to Sean. Then, he took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and handed it to Sean.
Sean, who was not very sober, subconsciously took it with both hands. After noticing what was in his hands, his head slowly tilted from one side to the other. He could not take his eyes off the gold coins. His ears turned red and his mouth opened slightly. He was even more confused.
Allen calmly took out a bottle of beautifully packaged magic potion from his pocket and handed the bottle of antidote to Sean to sober him up. Sean, who no longer had the intention to pick a fight, quickly put the gold coins into his pocket and took the potion. He took a sip without thinking. Then, he spat and realized that Allen was not treating him to a drink.
Noticing Sean's gaze, Allen took out the pocket watch that he used to attend Albert's wedding. He held it in his hand and looked at it. It was not to check the time, but to inadvertently let the drunkard in front of him, who had begun to slowly sober up under the effect of the magic potion, know its value.
Sean, who was startled by the antidote, began to feel that the wizard in front of him was very familiar. However, his attention had been successfully lured to the pocket watch. The color of the watch was very gorgeous. It looked like it had a Franc dial and many blue gemstones were inlaid on the surface.
Sean's pupils shrank. He immediately sat down beside Allen. If Allen had not stopped him, he would have used the gold coins that Allen had just given him to buy Allen a drink.
After chatting with him, Sean learned that this gold coin was purely because Allen felt that Cheryl had touched the back of his hand when she blocked his magic wand. This made Allen tremble with anger. He felt that the wizard in front of him needed to be compensated. The wizards should stand up from now on.
Sean looked at the male boxer in front of him who he thought was a nouveau riche and thought that he might have met a drunkard. He looked around sneakily with drunken eyes and glanced disdainfully at Allen who had his head lowered. He scratched his messy hair and had an idea in his mind. He immediately stood up, turned around and loudly reprimanded Cheryl, "Come here. Slap me directly."
Cheryl, who was at the side, did not hear the conversation clearly. She took two steps back and stared at her husband with vigilance and some fear. She shook her head and refused this puzzling request.
Noticing that his wife did not move, Sean widened his eyes. The whites of his eyes were exposed. He anxiously scolded, "Hurry up."
Under such a threatening gaze, Cheryl had no choice but to reach out her hand and tentatively brushed it across Sean's face. Then, she took a few steps back to avoid retaliation. Sean narrowed his eyes and sneered. This caused Cheryl to feel fear. She reached for her magic wand and tightly gripped it in her hand.
But at this time, Allen took out a large handful of gold coins from his pocket and threw it on the table. The sound of the gold coins hitting, spinning, and bouncing on the table was so clear and melodious. Sean immediately turned around and looked at these shiny gold coins. His breathing quickened. The number of gold coins this time was more than the previous handful.
Sean pounced forward in disbelief. He deliberately covered his face and asked Allen with a trembling voice, "These … these … these are for me too? Hmm? You're … Mr. Harris? "
Allen, who was finally recognized by Sean, did not have any additional reaction. He picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp. After burping, he said, "Yes, they're yours now. Because this time, you've suffered more damage than before."
"Thank you! Honorable Mr. Harris! " Sean seemed to have returned to his normal state of mind. However, he still covered his cheek that he didn't feel at all just now. His other hand was desperately stuffing the money into his pocket as though he was afraid that Allen would go back on his word.
She finally understood everything in front of her. Although she was only a waitress, her pride as a pureblood made her feel that she had lost her dignity. She shook her head and tried to persuade her husband to have a little backbone. But as soon as she opened her mouth, Sean, who had tasted the sweetness, grabbed her neck and scolded her in a low voice, "Idiot! Beat him up while he's drunk! Beat me up! Be more ruthless than before! "
"I'm not drunk …" Allen just smiled. He slowed down and explained, "It's just that the life of the rich... is often so simple and unadorned... and boring …"
At first, Sean was still a little disdainful. However, when he heard Allen's words, he knew that the other party was sober enough. Allen looked at Sean's expression. It only took him three seconds to change from disdain to surprise and then to tears of gratitude. He found it very amusing.
Then, Sean continued to scold Cheryl and asked her to beat him up. The witch glared at Allen with tears of humiliation in her eyes. Then, her husband stabbed her with his magic wand again. Under the pain and fear of her husband who seemed to be even more furious, the woman finally gave up her fragile stubbornness and began to beat him up.
Cheryl's initial probing gradually became more proficient. In the blink of an eye, she had already helped her husband earn more than 300 gold coins. However, Sean did not seem to have any intention of stopping. He even scolded Cheryl for hitting him too lightly.
As for Cheryl, she seemed to have grown tired of beating him up. She simply pulled out her magic wand from her waist and tried various kinds of small offensive magic spells on his body. Starting from stopping his legs, to loosening her strength and dissipating her strength, to being roasted by fire.
Allen grabbed a handful of fried pig skin with his left hand. From time to time, he would take out a piece of fried pig skin and put it into his mouth. He believed that after this series of actions, Sean would at least have quite a bit of surplus after paying off his debt.
However, the two people before him had already exchanged glances. Sean, who was shackled on the chair that Cheryl had transformed into using her transformation magic, had changed from the initial fierceness he had when he looked at his wife to the current fear. As for Cheryl, she had also changed from the initial fear she had when she looked at Sean to anger as she beat him up and cast magic spells on him.
After a while, the two ears on the head of the badly injured man before Cheryl's eyes had shrunk due to the effect of the ear-wrinkle spell. His tongue and the roof of his mouth had also stuck together due to the effect of Tongue Lock. Cheryl was so immersed in the spell that she did not notice that Sean was already begging for mercy.
Cheryl's magic spells had also changed from the initial ordinary magic spells and the later ones that had the least negative side effects, which were annoying but interesting, to the current ones that had medium negative side effects and would cause pain or harm. After that, this Slytherin graduate began to recite curse-type magic spells. This was a type of black magic spell and also the most evil type of black magic. Curses had many forms and their magic powers were all different. However, most of them would cause severe harm or pain. For example, unbearable pain, mind control or direct death. Among them, the most unforgivable ones could even cause irreversible damage.
Under the effect of the antidote, Sean, who had completely sobered up from his drunken stupor, learned the magic spell his wife was going to cast next from the way she waved her magic wand. Under his despairing and terrified gaze, he confirmed that Cheryl was mouthing the words. As he guessed, she had indeed yelled out the incantation, "Thunderbolt Explosion!"
However, this magic spell that Cheryl had cast on Peter Pettigrew and killed twelve Muggle on the street and caused a lot of damage automatically dissipated into the air the moment it took shape.
Cheryl turned her head abruptly and looked at the magic wand in her hand in astonishment. She did not understand why her magic spell had failed. Then, she came back to her senses and realized that she had almost killed her husband. She covered her mouth in shock.
"I'm sorry, Cheryl. I don't have any spare change on me." Allen's voice resonated. The couple looked over and saw that Allen was putting down his arm. This made the couple, who had seen his duel with the mysterious man, understand that it was Allen who had lifted the spell.
Then, Allen placed his hand on his mark for a moment. 'Victor' Fritz Barsa, who was not wearing a uniform and had a head of curly blond hair, responded to the call. "Young Master?"
"I'm sorry to disturb your vacation, Victor. However, please help me send this gentleman to St. Mungo Hospital for treatment … Also, please help this gentleman bring this money and return it to him …" After saying that, Allen pointed at Sean's direction and raised his hand. The temporary effects of the restraining chair and the curse that were transformed by Cheryl's not-so-subtle transformation spell were lifted.
Victor, who had neatly put away the gold coins on the table, did not ask Allen the reason nor did he give him any time to speak. Instead, he grabbed his arm and disappeared on the spot after a burst of black fog.
"I'm sorry, Cheryl. The reason for your family's misfortune is my responsibility to protect you … On behalf of Family Harris, I apologize to you …" Allen suddenly changed his attitude of a nouveau riche from before and bowed solemnly to Cheryl.
"What … Headmaster Harris?" Cheryl was even more confused by the sudden change.
"Cheryl, I know that you've been enduring silently for the sake of the child at home … However, I think you can choose another way to get along with Mr. Sean." Allen said with sincerity, "I mean, if you don't intend to change your current state … In my opinion, with your spellcasting level compared to Mr. Sean, you can definitely wake Mr. Sean up at an appropriate time … My behavior just now is too rude and inappropriate for a well-educated pure-blood witch like you … However, I just hope that I can help you understand what you can do … Hmm?" Allen looked into the waitress' eyes and nodded in understanding. "Oh, if you need time to consider your relationship in the future … Perhaps there's a cooling-off period that can help you consider your future life … I'll instruct Victor to temporarily arrange Mr. Sean to go to America and let him work in the Umbrella branch …"
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