Angel looked at the illusory painting shaped like a boiler, and a guess arose in his heart.
"This looks like... Witch's Soup?"
The image of a boiler was ordinary enough, but in the Wizarding World, a boiler emitting pale pink smoke basically referred to only one thing: Witch's Soup.
This was not exactly a rule, but rather a convention that had gradually taken root.
The concept originated from a witch named Windsor. She was an immensely renowned master of potions who had invented countless Witch's Soups still famous to this day. Back then, Witch Windsor's most commonly used emblem had been a boiler billowing pink smoke.
Even then, the Wizarding World had already developed a common understanding: a boiler with pink smoke represented Witch's Soup.
And with Witch Windsor's passing, this tradition had not vanished. It had continued to spread through the Wizarding World until today. Whenever one saw a symbol of a boiler emitting pink smoke, there was basically no mistaking it—it was Witch's Soup.
"Looks like this is a shop that sells Witch's Soup." Angel mused inwardly. So Bulu's master came here to buy Witch's Soup?
Angel did not dwell on it and walked straight into the shop.
The process of entering the shop went remarkably smoothly, which surprised Angel somewhat... because most technical establishments in the Wizarding World had some sort of threshold for entry. Depending on the shop's standards and the visitor's strength, the threshold varied in height.
There were shops without thresholds as well, but the lack of one often meant that the "restrictions" would show up elsewhere—for example, in higher prices.
Just as Angel was mulling this over, a figure stepped in front of him and blocked his path.
Bulu? The moment Angel saw the other party's face, he instinctively thought of Bulu. But