Having just walked out of the bar.
Smack!
A drunken man suddenly slammed into Clark.
Thud~
The figure fell rather awkwardly onto the concrete, his brown trench coat flapping aside to reveal a weathered face.
"Hey, are you—" Clark had just crouched down when he saw Jino raise his foot and stomp toward the man's face.
"Not the face!"
Seeing the leather boot whistling toward his cheek, the man rolled away, and cracks exploded across the concrete where he had been.
"Spit it out, Constantine."
Jino stared at the unexpected visitor, his expression betraying neither anger nor pleasure.
"Constantine."
The boy stared at the man who had suddenly appeared.
He had seen this man quite a few times already—the greasy hair and that thoroughly dejected expression.
He was none other than the hated conman, Constantine.
Though no one liked Constantine, no one could deny that the man was intelligent.
Would a smart man just happen to run into him and Clark?
No matter how he looked at it, Constantine had been deliberately waiting for them.
"Long time no see, Jino."
Constantine scratched his head and pushed himself up from the concrete. "I came to find you this time because something very important has happened."
As he spoke, Constantine did not forget to observe Jino from the corner of his eye.
But all he saw was an expressionless face. He could not tell whether Jino was angry or pleased at all.
"Fine, here's what happened."
Constantine scratched his head and looked at Jino. "The Wizarding World is in chaos."
Constantine began telling Jino about the recent events.
He said, "A lot of people in the Wizarding World have recently discovered that they've lost their magic."
"This widespread phenomenon has caused turmoil and panic throughout the Wizarding World."
"Other than Heaven and