Before leaving get off work, a paper crane flew from outside the door to his desk.
Lin Ze Take it apart and take a look.
"Knockturn Alley, Poison Dragon Bar, look for Mr. K. He knows the whereabouts of Karkaroff.--Pick"
Lin Ze turned the note over and looked at the back. There was only this line of text.
"This old guy really has his wits about him." He muttered, crumpled the note into a ball, and when he opened his hand again, the ball of paper had turned into powder and fell from his hand.
"Okay, I happen to get off work, so I'll go take a look."
Lin Ze walked out of the office and did not go directly to Knockturn Alley. Instead, he went back to his small apartment first.
He took out the dark gray hooded cloak that he hadn't worn for a long time and put it on.
He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.
The hood of the cloak was pulled down to cover most of his face, leaving only his chin and mouth exposed.
"Not bad." He gave himself a thumbs up in the mirror.
Knockturn Alley entrance.
Lin Ze pulled his hood, raised his feet and walked in.
Poison Dragon Bar is in the middle of Knockturn Alley, sandwiched between a second-hand alchemy items store and a drugstore with the words "Buying all kinds of poisons at high prices" on the facade.
The facade of the bar is very inconspicuous, but the sign on the door is very eye-catching.
Lin Ze opened the door, and a pungent smell of alcohol hit his face, making him squint his eyes involuntarily.
The interior of the bar is quite spacious.
Several crooked wooden tables were scattered around.
It's just that there are almost no customers in the bar now.
A burly middle-aged wizard stood behind the bar, playing with a bone pendant boredly. The pendant was obviously old and covered with pulp.
"What would you like to drink?" the wizard behind the bar asked without looking up.
"Let me ask, is there a person named Mr. K here?" Lin Ze lowered his voice.
The wizard raised his head and looked at the young man wrapped in a cloak in front of him with his cloudy eyes.
"Mr. K?"
"What are you doing with him?"
"A friend introduced me and said he had the information I needed."
The wizard stared at him for a long time, then raised his chin in the corner.
Lin Ze followed his gaze and looked over.
Behind the table at the far end of the bar, there was a man in a black cloak sitting with his hood pulled down so that his face could not be seen clearly.
There is an unfinished glass of Firewhisky on the table.
Lin Ze took out a Galleon and put it on the bar, "Give me a glass of iced lemonade. I'll get it myself later. No need to change."
After saying that, Lin Ze walked over and sat down opposite that person.
"Excuse me?"
The man slowly raised his head.
Lin Ze was stunned.
Because what was exposed from under the hood was a young man's face, and it looked familiar.
The other party was also stunned.
"Is it you?"
The two voices spoke almost at the same time.
The man lifted his hood back, revealing his messy black hair and the looming phoenix tattoo on his neck.
Benjy·Fenwick.
"Why are you here?" Lin Ze lowered his voice.
"After I was discharged from the hospital, I was arranged by French Ministry of Magic to come back. I just arrived at London yesterday."
Fenwick also lowered his voice, "Dumbledore said that they have arranged a temporary contact person for me here, the code name is --"
He suddenly paused, stared at Lin Ze for a long time, and then slowly said, "Are you fucking Mr. K?"
"How could I be Mr. K." Lin Ze rolled his eyes.
"But I also came to ask Mr. K about something."
The two stared at each other for a moment, then turned to look at the bar at the same time.
The man was leaning on the bar at this time, looking at them with an expression of watching a good show.
"You two are here to see Mr. K?" He raised his face.
Lin Ze and Fenwick nodded at the same time.
The wizard placed a glass of freshly prepared iced lemon on the bar, grinning and revealing a set of uneven teeth.
"I am Mr. K."
"Are you Mr. K?"
Lin Ze once again looked at this ugly wizard.
He looked to be in his early forties, his hair was shaved very short, and there was an old scar on his chin that was not obvious.
Wearing a leather apron, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, exposing two muscular forearms.
"Why, it doesn't look like it?" Mr. K played with the bone pendant in his hand and grinned.
"It really doesn't look like it." Lin Ze said frankly.
"Okay, Mr. K." Lin Ze leaned on the back of the chair.
"Which one of you will come first?" Mr. K looked at the two of them.
"I'll go first." Lin Ze said. Since the other party is Order of the Phoenix's contact person, he is considered an outsider to the two of them.
Simply ask yourself what you want to know and leave here quickly.
Mr. K raised his eyebrows, "Okay, then this little friend, just wait for a moment."
After saying that, he used his wand to cast Muffliato Spell on Fenwick.
Fenwick turned his face to the other side wisely.
"My friend said you could tell me the whereabouts of Karkaroff." Lin Ze said.
Mr. K walked around from behind the bar, placed the iced lemonade in his hand in front of Lin Ze, then took a chair and turned it around, sitting down astride it, with two thick arms resting on the back of the chair.
"Well...Karkaroff."
"What are you doing with him?"
"Official business."
"Business?" Mr. K laughed.
"Okay, okay, but boy, I don't care what you are looking for him for, but there is no official business in Knockturn Alley, only business."
"If you want information, you have to show me your sincerity first."
Lin Ze took out a cloth bag from his pocket and threw it on the table.
"Danglang"
The bag made a crisp sound.
Mr. K looked at Budai, the smile on his face became even brighter.
"Karkaroff is not in Britain now, he is in Norway."
"Norway?"
"Yes, in the north of Norway, there is a small port called Tromsø."
"He has a cousin who opened a Potions material import and export company there. On the surface, it is doing legal business, but secretly he helps Northern Europe's Death Eaters transfer assets. Karkaroff is now hiding there."
"Where is the exact location?"
Mr. K took out a crumpled piece of parchment from the pocket of his leather apron and spread it on the table. On the paper was a simple map drawn with charcoal, marking the locations of several warehouses and docks near the Tromsø port. One of the buildings was circled.
"This warehouse is owned by Karkaroff's cousin. Karkaroff lives in the basement and doesn't come out. Someone will send him supplies every Wednesday night."
Lin Ze picked up the parchment and read it carefully. It was really accurate information.
"Is this information... so accurate?" Lin Ze asked.
"My information has always been worth every penny." Mr. K shrugged.
"The money you paid is enough for you to get such information. Of course, if you only pay three Galleon, I can only tell you that he is at Northern Europe."
Mr. K said, reaching out to take the heavy package of Galleon on the table, weighing it in his hand, and stuffing it into his arms with satisfaction.