The man behind Hogwarts

Leaving the perfume shop and continuing along the road, the difference from before was that Crohn was holding a paper bag in his hand.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with this town." Crohn whispered.

"Maybe." William said casually.

Although there is a dominatrix tribe on the other side of the mountain, the two of them did not speculate about the presence of dominatrixes in the town. The reason why Crone was vigilant before was also because he was worried about whether there would be a dark wizard.

Dominatrixes are classified as "persons" by the Ministry of Magic.

They have a level of intelligence similar to humans, so they naturally know how to keep a distance from humans, and are not stupid enough to openly wander around in human society.

Once you enjoy the rights of "people", you must abide by the rules of "people".

Wizards cannot perform magic in front of ordinary people at will. This rule also applies to dominatrixes.

Passing a fork in the road, William stopped.

"What's wrong?" Crohn looked sideways. To the right of the two of them was a narrow fork in the road. There were weeds on both sides of the road. There was a small wooden building at the end of the road.

The small building has two floors. The lower floor is dark and the upper floor has dim lights.

"The town is full of brick houses, and there is a wooden house here." Crohn looked at it for a few times and then looked away.

William was still looking at the second floor of the wooden house.

Just now he glanced casually and saw a woman's figure in the house. She was standing in front of the window and twisting her body.

When Crohn looked over, the woman had already left the window.

"William, did you find anything unusual?"

"Um...no." William shook his head: "I just saw an interesting woman."

woman?

Interesting woman?

Crohn's eyes suddenly filled with curiosity. He looked at the young man beside him and said to himself: "At this age, he is vaguely interested in love, but he just doesn't know what kind of woman can attract his attention."

William seemed to hear what he was thinking, and said angrily: "Professor, it's not what you think."

"Look at that window." William pointed blankly: "There was a woman behind the window just now. I don't know what she was doing. She was twisting and turning, as if she was dancing or... praying. Plus her appearance It’s also quite… unique.”

After hearing these words, Crohn became even more curious.

Looking around, I saw people walking around on the road from time to time, so I had no choice but to put out the idea of ​​using my wand.

But it doesn’t have to be a wand.

Crohn's lips moved, and a slight spell came into William's ears, "Far-seeing spell?" William then remembered that his eyesight was better than that of ordinary people.

I can see clearly what is behind the window, but ordinary people don't have this vision.

After using the telescope spell, Crohn looked at the wooden building again, and what he saw was as clear as reading text on the palm of his hand.

His eyes moved up and stayed on the second floor window.

A large window is made up of four sides of glass, like two double doors merging together. Through the window, you can see the pink lace on the pink curtains inside.

There should be a few vases of flowers on the windowsill, and they were bought new this morning. I don’t know the variety, but they bloom in winter, so they should be relatively expensive.

The owner of this house is either a single woman, or a woman is the head of the house.

Another point: the family conditions are good and life is worry-free.

Only those who do not work hard for life are in the mood to buy flowers for decoration in winter.

From his observation, Crohn extracted some information, but he didn't see any woman.

"William, what does that interesting woman look like?" Crohn asked with interest.

"Very unique, very coquettish, very sexy."

He used the word "very" three times in a row to describe it.

"It's hard to imagine that such a woman can be seen in such a small town. Her smooth black hair is draped over her shoulders, her ears are also covered by hair, and her bright red lips are like hot iron juice, curved and long. The eyelashes cast hazy shadows on the eyelids, as well as the blue eye shadow and the empty eyes."

William's description was so vivid that Crohn already had a picture in his mind.

"If that's the case, it's indeed very coquettish."

Crohn sighed: "It's a pity that I'm already married. William, do you need to visit?"

Um? William looked at him in surprise.

"Professor, I'm still in school."

"It doesn't matter. It's okay if we just talk. My wife and I also met when we were your age."

At this time, Crohn was like a fair-weather friend, speaking from his heart.

He said: "But it's too late today. Let's come tomorrow. Come visit again tomorrow."

William was extremely speechless.

"Professor, you are overthinking. Don't you think that woman is strange?"

"What's weird?" Crohn was puzzled.

William thought for a while and said slowly: "There is something wrong with her appearance, and her movements just now were also a bit strange."

He couldn't tell what was wrong.

But it is not the scripture.

It's a pity that Crohn didn't see the woman, so his description lacked images.

At this time, a young man walked by on the road. William politely stopped him and asked with a smile: "Hello, are you a local from this town?"

The young man nodded.

"Great." William pretended to be surprised and asked, "Do you know who lives in that wooden house? That house looks very exquisite."

The young man looked at the wooden house and his pupils shrank slightly. William noticed his expression, but remained calm.

"There lived Ms. Laura, a master of craftsmanship."

"Does she live alone?"

The young man asked, "Why do you ask these questions?"

"Curious, just curious, because I have always heard that her craftsmanship is good."

"Of course." The young man said with some pride: "The perfume she makes is the best, and many rich and powerful people in big cities have bought her perfume.

Especially the love potion she made before, which I heard sold for tens of thousands of pounds at auction.

Unfortunately, she hasn't made perfume for a long time. "

William and Crohn looked at each other strangely.

Crohn asked: "Love potion? Isn't this perfume made by the perfume shop in front?"

"You were deceived." The young man shook his head. "The Love Potion perfume was originally made by Ms. Laura. Although the perfume in that store was also called that name, the effect was too poor."

After hearing this, Crohn looked ugly.

What the perfume shop owner had said so confidently just now turned out to be all nonsense, but the key point was that he still believed it.

At this moment, Crohn had the desire to use Avada Kedavra.

"You said the effect of his perfume is too bad? I think it's okay." William patted Crohn's arm and continued to ask the young man.

If the name of the perfume is fake, that's it.

Why do you say that the effect of perfume is also poor?

William also smelled the perfume. Although it was not unique, it was still good.

Is this considered a poor effect?

The young man stuck out his tongue and pursed his lips, thinking nostalgically: "That's because you haven't smelled the real love potion..."