Vampire Bar

The moment Albert stepped into the rising green flames, it felt as though his whole body had been sucked in. The swirling green fire spun him rapidly, like he had been thrown into a washing machine. Once the sensation of solid ground returned beneath his feet, Albert swayed slightly before steadying himself again.

"Welcome to the Spanish Ministry of Magic."

The moment Albert stepped out of the fireplace, he heard the unfamiliar voice of an old man beside him.

Of course, the old wizard probably did not expect the visitor to understand Spanish. He was merely greeting a traveler who had come through the International Floo Network, as was customary.

After all, few wizards still used the International Floo Network. It was rare to encounter one.

Albert turned to look at the old wizard sitting in a chair reading a newspaper while surveying his surroundings. When he noticed that the green flames which had just gone out flared up in the fireplace once more, he immediately stepped aside.

Bard emerged from the fireplace, brushed the soot from his clothes, and greeted the old wizard beside him in fluent Spanish. "Oh, Rodris, what a pleasure to see you. I never expected you not to have retired yet."

"I think staying here suits me just fine. I read the papers every day, do not have much to do, and still receive a decent salary every month." The old wizard set down his newspaper and stepped forward to give Bard a brief hug. "You, on the other hand, retired to enjoy your old age while you were still so young."

"You should be close to it too. I heard the Ministry of Magic was discussing whether to shut down the International Floo Network and replace it with international Portkeys." Bard spoke with a