Chapter 160 Do You Want a Medium Cup, a Large Cup, or an Extra Large Cup?

Guided by their wands, the two walked around the village along the road of Santa Claus Village.

There are snowmen and ice sculptures everywhere, and under the lights, it is like a dream world.

But because it was early in the morning, there were hardly many tourists outside.

After going around, the two finally stopped in front of an ice cream shop.

Selling ice cream in the Arctic Circle, the owner is really... fantastic.

For the level of brain activity, among the people William knew, I am afraid that only Luna can match it?

Combs are sold to monks, and wands are sold to Squibs... This kind of commercial poisonous chicken soup must not be overlooked by shopkeepers.

The most outrageous, the signboard of the ice cream shop is called the Snow Queen.

Of course, William knows that there is such a trademark in the world, and it is still a global chain.

But for a wizard like him who is specifically looking for it, is it too straightforward?

William pushed open the door and walked in. The bell made of ice cubes rang, unexpectedly sweet.

An amazingly beautiful woman is sitting at a workbench, grinding Sumatra coffee beans by hand.

The unique fragrance wafts in the room.

She wore a sheep felt hat and covered her hair.

But with the bangs scattered around her ears, it can still be seen that she has Veela's silver hair.

It seems that the song just now was sung by this Veela.

William also instantly understood the confidence of others in selling ice cream.

The beauty alone can attract a large number of customers, and the singing can bring a large number of tourists.

Not to mention selling ice cream, but selling snow directly, and everyone buys it.

The woman was also a little surprised. She didn't expect guests to come to the door in the morning.

Is it the tourists who are attracted by their own singing?

But she didn't get up, and the coffee beans were only half ground, so she had to apologize: "Welcome, please wait for a while."

William nodded and led Hermione to a small wooden table to sit down.

The weather was too cold, they both wore hats and scarves, and their faces were mostly covered, so they could conceal their identities without compound decoction.

The store is warmly decorated, with Santa Claus decorations everywhere, and a small TV showing the morning news.

The Finnish host is covering the news:

Parts of the southern U.S. state of Texas were hit by the storm, causing road icing and road closures.

And more than 4 million people suffered power outages.

Then, the host whipped the corpse of the earthquake not long ago. After the tragic comparison... The daily life of the Finnish people began to live and work in peace and contentment, and the foreign countries were in dire straits.

William's attention was not on the TV, but on the veela.

It's not because the other person is beautiful... well, they are.

But no matter how beautiful, can she be more beautiful than the big fairy Babelin?

It's just that veelas generally live in groups... a veela opens a shop here, and there should be other veelas near the Arctic Circle.

And Babelin is Durmstrang's school trustee, and her hometown seems to be northern Europe.

Did she come from here too?

William, like lightning, strung all the clues together, ready to test the other party.

With her back to the two customers, the woman quietly snapped her fingers, and the coffee beans were ground in an instant.

Although grinding coffee beans by hand in the morning is a very sentimental job, but occasionally being lazy...it's understandable.

The woman wiped her hands, took the price list, came over, put it on the table, and asked softly, "What do you two want?"

"Two servings of Blizzard ice cream." William stared at the veela, glancing at her badge.

There's a name on it: Elsa.

"Do you want a medium cup, a large cup, or an extra large cup?" Elsa asked.

"..."

Oops, it's the feeling of DNA moving!

But William wouldn't forcefully ask for the middle cup, he quickly said, "I want the big cup."

Elsa nodded, turned and walked to the workbench. There was a small window on the wall, and she pulled the bell.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no response. Elsa knocked on the glass impatiently, and then there was the sound of panicked footsteps from the back of the kitchen.

There is also the sound of things shattering.

Elsa's mouth twitched, and she smirked professionally: "The new staff... are always clumsy."

At this moment, a fat hand stretched out in a panic and placed two cups on the workbench.

Elsa picked up the plate, walked to the guest, and placed it on the table.

William and Hermione exchanged glances.

There was magic on the little window, blocking the Muggle's view.

But they both can see.

The ice cream maker...isn't human at all.

How can human hands grow hair?

Unless the old age is unknown!

William remained calm, looked at Elsa, and asked curiously:

"What machine do you use to make ice cream? I want to learn it and open a chain of this kind in other places in the future."

"Ha~ We are an exclusive craftsmanship, passed down by eight generations, and the secret recipe will not be revealed, sorry."

Elsa smiled and blinked deliberately, as if worried about what she saw, and quietly gave William a Confusion Charm.

But... it failed.

She narrowed her eyes and said vigilantly, "Are you two wizards?"

"Yeah." William grinned. "Are you a veela?"

"Veela can also open a shop, isn't it illegal?" Elsa shrugged.

Of course, it is not illegal to open a store, after all, even marriage can be done.

Marrying a veela is a man's lifelong wish.

Just like mermaids, marrying a handsome wizard is their lifelong wish.

"It's not illegal, but..." William said slowly: "I suspect that you illegally raise dangerous magical creatures, and your storefront needs to be reviewed."

Hermione took out her right hand in her pocket, took out a document, and dangled it in front of Elsa.

"Well... we're members of the International Confederation of Wizards' special operations team."

She also took out the acting skills that she had honed for many years and entered the play directly in a second.

This isn't really a fake.

Last year, they went to the Alps to rescue, and the two of them were temporarily incorporated into the action team.

Elsa rolled her eyes and said innocently, "I'm operating legally, not a black shop."

"What happened to the ice cream?" Hermione asked:

"I suspect that you imprisoned the yeti, enslaved them..."

Hermione thought about the crime, and William answered in time: "Making ice cream."

Hermione almost couldn't hold back her laughter, your accusation... is a bit ridiculous, isn't it?

But she still had a serious face and tried to echo:

"That's right!

do you know?

Last year's International Congress of Wizards and Wizards had decided to establish a breeding sanctuary for the yeti.

It is forbidden to keep snowmen without a permit, especially in Muggle areas.

You violated sections 73 and 76 of the Confidentiality Act. "

"Of course..." William added. "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become evidence in court."

Aisha's eyes showed some surprise, and then she pouted... A wizard is trouble.

The old lady has opened an ice cream shop for many years, and no one cares, just the two of you!

She shouted to the small kitchen: "Get out of here, the old lady is in trouble!"

Both William and Hermione took out their wands and looked vigilantly, as if a room of Breadmen would pop out of the kitchen at any time.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no movement, and there was an embarrassment in the air.

Elsa cursed secretly and ran to the kitchen.

William and Hermione also followed, and after pushing the door open, the scene inside the house made them stunned:

A group of snowmen and snow treasures, all wearing aprons and masks, crowded on the small bench, watching TV.

I was so fascinated by it that I didn't hear Elsa's voice at all.

Aisha raised her eyebrows and kicked a snowman's butt before they reacted and stood up.

"Do you still want to check my shop, nosy... little Auror?" Elsa asked with a smug smile.

"Don't look into it, it was just a joke, Auntie."

Elsa has a black line.

"I just lied, I'm actually a French wizard." William raised his hand to show that he was harmless:

"I just want to find out how to get to the Snow Queen's palace."

Elsa looked confused: "Isn't it right here? There is still a sign on the door.

But there is no palace, there is only an ice cream shop. "

"Oh... no matter what, let's go." William turned to leave.

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.

There are so many wizards looking for the Ice Queen's Palace recently... Last time they were two old men, and now there are two young men.

Before Aisha could take a breath, the young wizard suddenly turned around and asked:

"Anyone of you know Bathcida Babbling?

She asked me to give you a message. "

Elsa was stunned, realizing something was wrong.

Sure enough, a snowman buzzed impatiently and excitedly:

"You know Bassie? She hasn't come back to see us in years, what did she ask you to say?!"

William's face was full of smiles, and he really did not guess wrong.

Barbrin is the veela here...a half-breed veela of Slytherin descent.

Even the men and women in the story of "The Snow Queen" may have something to do with her.

William glanced at the snowman who was more than two meters tall, but was as docile as a puppy, and said honestly and honestly:

"You take me to the Snow Queen's palace, and I'll tell you, Ba... what that little girl said."

"Okay, okay!" The snowman said. "Let's go now."

Elsa: "..."

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