"It's not your business!" Ian raised his eyebrows and answered Allen quietly fiercely.

Although his voice was low, it was very arrogant and powerful. With a hissing sound that almost came out of his teeth, every word could be heard clearly by Allen opposite him.

"I saw the glowing liquid in the glass bottle." Alan stared at Ian's eyes tightly.

Perhaps everyone has the instinct of a detective instinct in their bones, and Allen desperately wants to know Ian's purpose.

"You, stop meddling in other people's business!" Ian stared at Allen fiercely.

Allen jumped up from the chair in an instant and rushed towards Jessica's coffee cup.

Ian quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Allen. But Allen had completely grasped the added coffee cup.

Alan was not afraid of Ian at all. He held the coffee cup and acted like he was about to break. He ignored pointing at his wand and asked again in a deep voice: "What is this?"

"It's the venom of the curled-wing demon." Allen thought he would have to talk to the truth, but he didn't expect that he actually told the truth. Perhaps he was really afraid that Allen would break the quilt.

"Why don't you just use the forgetting spell?" Allen asked in surprise.

"I can't beat Jessica!" Ian's voice sounded a little depressed. "I can't even put a magic wand on her."

"The venom of the Curling Wing Demon can only remove those bad memories. How do you make sure that Simon's affairs are bad memories for her?" The moment he heard the venom of the Curling Wing Demon, Alan understood Ian's purpose. Alan was surprised by Ian's impatience and recklessness.

"That's right? I heard Leonard say that this can remove memory, but I didn't expect it to be directed!" Ian really didn't know the medicinal properties of the Curled Wing Demon Venom.

"In my opinion, you are completely useless. Simon is just a passerby to your sister, and she will soon forget him." Alan felt that Ian was really a teenager.

At this age, many things are often magnified, so big that I feel that I can't bear it at all. In fact, things that feel that I'm hurting this week may be completely left behind in the next week!

There was a sluggish sound of heels coming upstairs. It was Jessica, who finally changed her clothes. Beautiful girls are always dissatisfied with their wardrobe and always feel that there is a piece of clothing that can be matched.

Under Ian's surprised gaze, Allen put the coffee cup back into place.

"Do you still want her to drink this cup of venom-added coffee?" Allen returned the decision to Ian.

Jessica was dressed in a shiny dress, wearing a little scented wool dress. She was even in the mood to change her hairstyle and tied her long hair that had been completely dispersed into a cute bun, with a few round little pearls on it.

She returned to her seat and picked up the coffee cup, "Let's finish this cup and continue our action!"

Her eyes were bright and her tone was light, and she seemed to be no longer concerned about Simon.

Allen raised his coffee cup easily and took a sip. Suddenly, the crisp sound of glass shattering came from his ears.

Ian broke the cup in Jessica's hand.

Jessica looked at Ian in surprise, "Ian, you..."

"Some dirty things fell into the coffee cup just now, and I'm afraid I won't have time to remind you." Ian looked innocent. If Alan hadn't really known the truth, he would have concealed it.

"It's so reckless, you almost made me change another set of clothes." Jessica said dissatisfied.

Allen waved his wand, cleared the stains of coffee on the floor, and restored the coffee cup as before.

Ian earnestly brought another clean coffee cup, poured coffee for Jessica again, and brought it to Jessica with a smile.

A dispute disappeared without a trace.

"Where are we going next?" Jessica asked Alan, and Ian looked at him harmlessly.

"In New York City, where can you avoid dense crowds, there are open plains—trees—populations—the animals will definitely like these places," Allen asked.

Jessica's beautiful hands held her pink cheeks and thought intently.

"Ah-Central Park!" Jessica and Ian said the same address in unison.

"I think about it, I seemed to have seen such a brand when I came yesterday!" Allen tried his best to recall the exact location of Central Park.

Several people put on their coats, Alan pulled out his wand, Jessica and Ian took his arm and disappeared from the room in an instant.

Allen succeeded and they appeared at the entrance of Central Park. Perhaps because of the weekdays and the weather was particularly cold, Central Park was extremely sparsely visited.

Three people hurriedly walked in the frosty park, passing through a large frozen pond in the middle, and everything was as usual in Central Park.

As we passed the two small zoos in the park, Allen suddenly stopped, "We're late."

"What?" Ian and Jessica asked strangely.

"The Aurors of the American Magic and French Association have come here one step ahead of us." Allen's tone was a little regretful.

"How do you know?" Ian raised his eyebrows and asked dissatisfiedly.

"I happened to know a little bit of beastly words." Allen said with a smile, his face calm.

A lion in the park was very happy, and a strange beast was captured by a group of strange people. It excitedly told other animals what it saw.

The beast is gray, shaped like a rhino, with a sharp horn on its nose and a long rope on its tail.

In its narrative, Allen speculated that this was a poisonous horned beast, very precious because its horns, tails and explosives could be used in potions and were subject to strict trade control.

The ostrich have different attention from lions, and they are very interested in the sudden appearance of robe wizards.

They discussed what the wooden sticks they were holding in their hands were able to subdue huge monsters.

Alan not only got this information from the conversation between these ostrichs with strong curiosity, but also learned that not only a wave of people came to Central Park. There was also a wave of people who came to find nothing, and took an unlucky bear from the zoo and then disappeared without a trace.

"It's so funny, they actually live in the cemetery!" A female ostrich shook her wings gently.

"What else is Henry? Jones, is it a legendary ghost?" Another male ostrich opened his mouth wide and made a "ha" sound, driving the same sex to prevent them from approaching the female who was talking to it.

Allen sensitively realized that the two ostrichs were talking about perhaps related to the prison escape case that would happen in Demon France.

Allen told Jessica and Ian about his discovery, and the three decided to go back to Leonard's house first, and then sent the owl to inform Uncle Leonard and Professor Flivie.

In a blink of an eye, the three people disappeared from the park again.

"Oh my God, it's another ghost!" The male ostrich gave up the courtship and buried his head in the sand pile on one side.
Chapter completed!