"Professor Foxx!"
Lynn stared in shock at the old man lying on the ground nearby. His silver hair was a mess, his trench coat was covered in grime, and he lay curled up in a corner like a beggar, with several pennies donated by passersby in front of him.
Professor Foxx, who had been lying there with his eyes closed for a brief rest, heard the voice and opened his eyes in delighted surprise when he saw Lynn.
"Belloc, why are you here too?"
Lynn spread his hands helplessly.
"It's a long story. I got tricked by a house-elf. He brought me here and insisted that I find something, but the moment I entered this little city, the magic inside my body vanished."
Professor Foxx sighed and shook his head.
"I was even more unlucky. Not long after my travel plans began, I ended up here, and my magic vanished too. My plan to pose as a Muggle street magician no longer worked. I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but I actually ran into you here, Belloc."
Lynn frowned slightly and looked at him strangely. He examined him from head to toe, then circled around him once.
Then he suddenly asked.
"How much was the first sum of money you gave me?"
Foxx looked at him with a smile, as if he knew what Lynn was doing, and answered smoothly.
"Twenty-five Galleons. Later, I withdrew another five hundred Galleons from Gringotts for you."
"What did I serve you when you came to my house?"
"German dark beer. I even tricked you into buying it."
"Where is your home in Britain?"
"608 Queen Street, Lisburn, Northern Ireland. Don't forget to come by and collect the Dark Arts materials. You'll need them."
Only after hearing his fluent answers did