Guided by the wand, the two walked along the path of Santa Claus Village.

There are snowmen and ice sculptures everywhere, under the light, like a dream world.

However, because it was early morning, there were almost no tourists outside.

After going around, the two finally stopped at the door of an ice cream shop.

The owner is selling ice cream in the Arctic Circle, and he is really...wonderful.

Among the people William knows, Luna is probably the only one who is enough to match his brain?

The combs are sold to monks, the wands are sold to squins... The owner must have seen many commercial poisonous chicken soup.

The most outrageous thing is that the signature of the ice cream shop is called the Snow Queen.

Of course, William knew that there was such a trademark in the world, and it was a global chain.

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

William pushed the door and walked in. The bell made of ice cubes sounded and was unexpectedly pleasant.

A stunningly beautiful woman is sitting next to the workbench, grinding Sumatra coffee beans by hand.

The unique fragrance drifts away in the room.

She wore a sheep felt hat and covered her hair.

But the bangs scattered around her ears can still be seen that she has the silver hair of a Veva.

It seems that the singing just now was sung by this veterinarian.

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

Beauty alone can attract a large number of customers, and singing can also bring a large number of tourists.

Not to mention selling ice cream, people buy it even if they sell snow directly.

The woman was also a little surprised. She didn't expect that the guests would come to her house early in the morning.

Are you a tourist attracted by your own singing?

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

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

It was too cold, and both of them wore hats and scarves, and their faces were mostly covered. They could hide their identities without using compound decoctions.

The store is decorated in a warm and Santa Claus can be seen everywhere, and there is also a small TV that is playing morning news.

Finnish host is reporting on the news:

In parts of Texas, southern United States, storms were encountered, causing the road surface to freeze and roads to be blocked.

And more than 4 million people suffered power outages.

Then, the host whipped the body another earthquake not long ago. After a tragic comparison... the Finnish people began to live and work in peace and contentment, and abroad was in dire straits.

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

It’s not because the other person is beautiful... OK, it’s really beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful it is, can it be more beautiful than the great fairy Babuling?

However, Vevas usually live in groups... A Veva opens a shop here, and there should be other Vevas near the Arctic Circle.

Babuling is the school director of Demstrong, and her hometown seems to be Nordic.

Did she come out from here?

William strung all the clues together like a flash, preparing to test the other party.

The woman turned her back to the two customers and quietly snapped her fingers, and the coffee beans were instantly ground.

Although grinding coffee beans by hand in the morning is a very romantic job, I can understand that I am lazy occasionally...

The woman wiped her hands, took the price list, walked over and placed it on the table. She asked softly, "What do you guys want to do?"

"Two Blizzard ice creams." William stared at the Veva and glanced at her breastplate.

There is a name on it: Aisha.

"Do you want a medium cup, a big cup, or a big cup?" Elsa asked.

“…”

Oh no, it’s the feeling of DNA moving!

But William would not force a cup, he said quickly: "You want a big cup."

Elsa nodded, turned around and walked towards the workbench, and 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 the sound of panicked footsteps came from behind the kitchen.

There is also the sound of things breaking.

Elsa's mouth twitched, and she smiled at her profession: "The new staff... are always clumsy."

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

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

William exchanged a look with Hermione.

There is magic on the small window blocking it, which can block Muggle's vision.

But they can see it.

The ice cream person... is not a human at all.

How can human hands grow hair?

Unless it is unknown in old age!

William looked at Elsa quietly and asked curiously:

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

"Ha~ We are exclusive craftsmanship, eight generations of single pass, and the secret recipe is not revealed, sorry."

Elsa smiled and blinked deliberately, as if worried about seeing something, and quietly gave William a confusion spell.

But...failed.

She squinted her eyes and said alertly: "Are you two wizards?"

"Yes." William grinned, "Are you Veva?"

"Eva can also open a store, isn't this illegal?" Aisha shrugged.

Of course it is not illegal to open a store, after all, it is OK to marry.

Marrying a veterinarian is a man’s lifelong wish.

Just like a mermaid, it was their lifelong wish to marry a handsome wizard.

"It's not illegal, but..." William said slowly: "I suspect that you illegally raise dangerous magic creatures and need to review your store."

Hermione took out her right hand in her pocket, took out a document, and wandered around in front of Aisha's eyes.

"Well...we're part of the International Wizards' Federation's Special Operations Team."

She also showed her acting skills that she had been honed for many years and was directly involved in the show in one second.

This is really not a false evidence.

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

Aisha rolled her eyes and said innocently: "I operate it legally, not a black store."

"What's going on with ice cream?" Hermione asked:

"I suspect you imprisoned the snowmen and enslaved them..."

Hermione thought about the charges, and William responded in time: "Make ice cream."

Hermione almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Your charge... isn't it too much?

But she still had a stern face and tried hard to echo:

“That’s right!

Do you know?

Last year's International Wizards Federation Conference has decided to establish a breeding reserve for snowmen.

Without a permit, snowmen are prohibited, especially in Muggle gathering areas.

You violate Section 73 and Section 76 of the Confidentiality Act.”

"Of course..." William added another sentence. "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become a confession."

Aisha's eyes showed some surprise, and then she curled her lips... The wizard was just trouble.

I have been running an ice cream shop for many years, but no one cares about it. It’s just you two that trouble!
To be continued...