Blind Pig Bar

In the few days leading up to the Animagus International Symposium, on the other side of the Atlantic, in the England magical world, Sirius Black's prison break was the biggest news.

Cornelius Fudge is now in a terrible predicament, having mobilized the entire staff of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad and even enlisted the Dementor of Azkaban to facilitate their cooperation with the Magical Law Enforcement Squad;

In his efforts to capture Sirius Black, Cornelius Fudge made a series of disastrous moves, not only issuing a warrant for Sirius Black's arrest in the wizarding world but also collaborating with the Muggle government, turning it into a security crisis that affected the entire England.

In the reports used in the Muggle World, Sirius Black is described as a deranged terrorist who carries a gun and committed the heinous crime of "murdering thirteen people in succession."

This prison break has actually had a significant impact internationally;

The International Confederation of Wizards issued a statement on the incident, criticizing Cornelius Fudge for being irresponsible and rashly contacting the Muggle Prime Minister. Such a foolish move could expose the England wizarding world.

According to some magical newspapers, Cornelius Fudge's approval rating has plummeted due to a series of mistakes.

If Sirius Black's situation isn't handled properly, Cornelius Fudge could face the risk of being forced to step down.

"Why is Tonks here..." Professor McGonagall looked worried. "She's currently in her internship... She should be with the Ministry of Magic's main force, searching for Sirius Black throughout England."

"No... the Auror who brought Tonks for his internship... seems to be Moody!" She seemed to realize something. "If it is Moody, it's not surprising that he chose to come here across the ocean."

"Wizet, I'll contact Headmaster Dumbledore first to see what's going on at the Ministry of Magic ... If it really is Tonks and Moody, there's probably been some misunderstanding..."

Professor McGonagall moved swiftly, transforming into a nimble Tabby Cat, and hopped away at the end of the corridor.

Luna looked down the corridor. "Professor McGonagall is as busy as Bowtruckle."

"Professor McGonagall is very responsible..." Wizet shook her head with a smile, "There's nothing we can do about it."

Luna understood Wizet's intention. "We're going to help Professor McGonagall share the burden, right?"

"Yes!" Wizet nodded. "I hope that neither the Animagus International Symposium nor the subsequent travel plans will be disrupted."

"We need to nip any potential dangers in the bud so that the rest of the journey can proceed more smoothly. But before that, we need to make some preparations..."

A man and a woman were walking on Mark Dougherty Street. Guided by the man, they turned into a dirty alley.

Under the effect of the Levitation Charm, the litter everywhere seemed to repel like magnets, actively shrinking to the sides of the alley and avoiding direct contact with the couple.

The man and woman were naturally Wizet and Luna, and with the help of the Polyjuice Potion, both of them changed their appearance.

Wizet wore a trench coat with a symbolic bow tie at the collar, while Luna wore a printed shirt and a polka-dot long skirt.

This Polyjuice Potion was originally a semi-finished product, only half of the brewing process had been completed. Under Snape's orders, Wizet took over and finished the pot of Polyjuice Potion.

Therefore, Wizet always felt that this half-finished dish must have been Hermione's, only that Snape had confiscated it.

"Number 124..." Wizet's gaze swept across both sides of the alley, and he saw a staircase leading to the basement and a door number at the end. "The place we're looking for should be here."

Luna smiled and said, "I don't feel like I'm here for the black market, but rather like Dirigible Plums bathing in the moonlight, just wanting to dance with the moonlight."

"It'll be easy." Wizet took Luna's hand and led her slowly down the steps. "We were just here for tourism, it's just that the way we did it was a little unusual."

Luna blinked. "You seem to know New York very well... Have you been here in your dreams?"

Wizet nodded. "Yes... a dream that was both long and short... full of details."

124 Mark Dougherty Street is home to the Blind Pig Bar.

At the time, Prohibition was in effect, and the bar was named "Blind Pig" to make fun of Muggle who couldn't drink alcohol and wizards who could.

According to Wizet's investigation, since its development in the 1920s, the Blind Pig Bar has undergone several expansions and has become one of the major black markets in North America.

Items prohibited from trade on the "prohibited trade items" list can usually be found here;

Perhaps because the Blind Pig Bar is run by Goblin, the trading rules here are quite interesting. They usually barter and try to avoid direct trading of Galleon.

The basement was sealed off with bricks and stones, with only a yellowed poster showing a heavily made-up woman in an evening gown.

Wizet raised her hand and rhythmically knocked on the wall where the posters were displayed.

The woman in the poster seemed to come alive, her eyes leaving the mirror she was holding, blinking curiously, first scanning the bow tie on Wizet's neckline, then Luna's dress.

Those curious eyes disappeared, replaced by a pair of wary eyes.

The poster changed; a door appeared, creaking open slowly, and a guard stood before the two.

The guard, with a gloomy expression, raised his hand and flexed it slightly, asking in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

Wizet took out a bottle about the size of a thumb and handed it to the guard. "If you want to find out some information, information worthy of this bottle is needed."

The guard unscrewed the bottle, sniffed it, and his gloomy expression instantly softened. "The Invigoration Draught is of very high quality... Come with me!"

The Blind Pig Bar has changed a lot; although it is still dark and dilapidated, it is much more spacious.

The walls are covered with wanted posters, and the customers here seem to take pride in them. Occasionally, they will point to one of the wanted posters and proudly puff out their chests, as if showing off.

Because the person in charge of the bar is Goblin, the singer who performs at the bar is a bald Goblin dressed in a flamboyant style.

She wore a gown covered in sequins, which shimmered brilliantly as she moved.

After passing through the public area where the bar was located, the guard led Wizet and his group into a room. "Would you like something to drink?"

Wizet casually declined, "No need."

The guard nodded. "Wait a moment, I'll go ask the boss now!"

After the guard closed the door, Luna breathed a sigh of relief and curiously looked around at the room's decor.

"How are you feeling?" Wizet asked.

"It feels... so amazing!" Luna said, almost as if she were humming a song. "I just saw a Giant! He was so tall! Much taller Hagrid!"

Not long after, the guard opened the door again, and a Goblin slowly walked into the room...