"Madam Maxim, what a rare guest. Welcome, welcome, come in!" As soon as the carriage stopped, the owner of the bar, Barr, an old man in his sixties with a face full of wrinkles, came out to greet them. He smiled and said, "What brings you to Dijon?"
"We're just passing by. We'll leave tomorrow morning!" Madam Maxim said, alighting from the carriage. "Please prepare dinner for us and give us four rooms."
"There are plenty of rooms. With the current situation, not many people dare to come to Dijon," old Barr said and sighed.
"What happened?" Madam Maxim asked, stopping at the entrance of the bar. "Why do you look so sad? I remember the last time I came, your little bar was doing very well."
"Don't talk about it. The situation has been terrible lately. It's all because of those scary owls. Everyone is in a state of panic. Even the local wizards don't go out much, let alone the tourists!" Barr said as he waved his hand helplessly.
"Owlman? What is that?!" Elwyn asked, looking at the bar owner in surprise.
"To be honest, I don't know what kind of monster it is. I've never seen it before. But according to witnesses, it was something about the size of a human woman. Its upper body was covered with feathers, its ears were pointed, and it had sharp claws like black pincers on its hands. The color of its feathers was silver-gray, and its eyes were bloodshot. It looked like a terrible owl that had turned into a human … "
Listening to the description, the appearance of a monster appeared in Elwyn's mind.
"This thing is said to have escaped from the Owl Fortress. That castle is very famous and attracts many wizards to visit Dijon every year. At first, everyone thought it was a joke or a gimmick for external publicity, so they didn't take it seriously," Barr continued. Barr continued, "It wasn't until that incident happened that everyone realized how serious it was."
"One of the witches died, poor Marie. She was the last member of the oldest pure-blooded sorcerer family in Dijon. The family is believed to be the only surviving descendants of the Duke of Burgundy. Even the Owl Bastion is the property of their family. She was found dead in her family's mansion and was not discovered until a few weeks later. " Ba Er sighed heavily before continuing, "The Auror warriors who arrived to investigate the scene saw a hellish scene. Mary's skin had been ripped off her body, and all that was left was a mangled corpse that looked like a pile of rotten flesh. The window of her room was open, and there were owl feathers all over the floor. Some witnesses swore that it was the owl-man who killed her … "
There was a moment of silence. Elwyn and the others did not expect to hear such a bizarre and sensational murder as soon as they got off the carriage.
"To be honest, Old Mary wasn't very popular. If she had died in a more normal way, this might have been a good after-dinner conversation topic. At the same time, we could also discuss how to distribute the huge family wealth she left behind." Ba Er said, "Alas, in this situation, especially when more and more people saw the owl-man, Dijon is completely finished. The useless Ministry of Magic and those useless Auror warriors can't be counted on at all. They're hiding far away in Paris and don't care about us."
"I'll write to the Ministry of Magic about this situation!" Mrs. Maxim said. "I'm sorry, Ba Er, I can't help you."
"Look at what you're saying. I'm already very happy that you and your friend can come!" Ba Er bowed and looked up curiously at Elwyn, Sirius and Hagrid behind Mrs. Maxim. "Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. Before that, what would you and your friend like to drink? Beer or brandy?"
"Three brandy and a glass of juice. That child can't drink!" Mrs. Maxim said and paused. "If it's convenient, give my horse some single malt whiskey and put it in their fodder."
"Leave it to me, Orim. I'll take good care of them," Hagrid said and led the God Rune Horse to the backyard of the bar.
Elwyn, Sirius and Mrs. Maxim followed the owner into the small bar. After passing through the narrow and dark passage, the scene in front of them was almost the same as the one in the Leaky Cauldron. Even the decoration style was similar.
The living room was gloomy and narrow, and the floor seemed to be covered with centuries of dust.
Elwyn did not understand why the wizards' taverns and hotels all seemed to be in the ancient Middle Ages. If he had a choice, he would prefer to stay in the hotel or guesthouse run by the Muggle, but the other three would definitely not go there.
As the owner of the bar said, there were no other customers in the bar except for them.
The atmosphere inevitably became a little gloomy when they thought of the horrible murder. Everyone actively avoided talking about it.
Under Mrs. Maxim's recommendation, Elwyn tried the three Dijon French specialties, boiled eggs with red wine, mixed fish soup and beef stew, for dinner. They tasted very good.
After eating, he left the table and went back to the room. Sirius, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim seemed to want to have a few more drinks.
Elwyn wanted to seize the time to read the information about the giants and the Great Whirlpool of Charybdis that Hermione had collected for him.
He did not know much about these things before, so he had to learn them as soon as possible.
The room in the bar was located on the third floor. It was not very big, but there was a comfortable looking bed, a few pieces of shiny oak furniture and a small desk. The fire in the fireplace was crackling.
Elwyn nodded. Compared to the downstairs, this place was obviously cleaned up. It looked much cleaner!
He walked to the window and looked out. Outside was the backyard of the bar. Their huge carriage was parked in the middle of the yard.
Elwyn closed the curtains and took out his wand to cast a few protective spells. He then lay down and looked at the things that Hermione had collected for him.
As everyone knew, giants were powerful magical creatures. They usually had huge bodies and unparalleled brute force. They could generally reach a height of 30 to 50 feet, had strong magic resistance, and could use weapons.
Because of this, since ancient times, giants had been regarded as a terrible weapon of war.
A giant could fight with more than 10 well-trained wizards. They were cruel and hated magic.
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