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 around at high speed, 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 voice of an unfamiliar old man beside him.

Of course, the old wizard probably had not expected the visitor to understand Spanish. He was merely following convention by greeting travelers emerging from the International Floo Network.

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

Albert turned to look at the old wizard reading a newspaper in his chair, surveying his surroundings. When he noticed the green flames that had just gone out flare up again in the fireplace, 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, it's truly good to see you. I didn't expect you still hadn't retired."

"I think staying here suits me quite well. I read the papers every day, don't have to do much, and still receive a decent salary every month." The old wizard put 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 wore a regretful expression. "I imagine it will happen in