themonasnovels Chapter 326 French Aurors Have Never Been So Incompetent!
Chapter 326 French Aurors Have Never Been So Incompetent!
Chapter 326 French Aurors Have Never Been So Incompetent!
Apache grabbed a handful of Floo powder, sprinkled it into the small fireplace, and soon a flaming head appeared.
"This is the Paris carriage headquarters, carriage No. [-], please tell me your purpose." A soft female voice came from inside.
Apache glanced at the door behind him, lowered his voice, and said excitedly to the customer service lady:
"The two most important criminals pursued by the Ministry of Magic are in our carriage... now!"
The customer service lady was stunned for a moment, and said hurriedly, "Are you sure?"
"Couldn't be more sure!"
The other party hesitated for five seconds, and said again: "I will contact the Ministry of Magic immediately and let them connect to your fireplace through the Floo network."
The flame disappeared, Apache waited anxiously for 2 minutes, and the flame in the fireplace lit up again.
No longer a young lady, but a middle-aged man.With a steady voice, he said, "I am Auror Odom of the Ministry of Magic. Who are you?"
Apache kept shaking his hands, and said excitedly: "Mr. Auror, I am Apache the conductor, the one next to me..."
Odom interrupted impatiently: "Your headquarters contacted the Ministry of Magic and said that you saw our most wanted criminal—"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Auror." Apache didn't care about the other party's rudeness, and said happily:
"I compared the photos in the newspaper. It's just the two of them, a man and a woman. They are not very old. They seem to be lovers. The two of them still..."
"Is the criminal in your carriage now?" Odom interrupted again: "Please answer yes or no directly!"
"Yes."
"Can they hear you and me? Yes or no."
"No! There is a door blocking—"
"Where are you taking them?"
"Avenue Lyon."
"Which specific location, or which building?"
"They didn't say anything, they just told us to park when we got there."
Odom hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Where are you now?"
"I have passed through Place Vendôme." The driver, Russell, made a quick report like a map of Gaode.
"After 2 minutes, arrive at the Tuileries Garden; after 5 minutes, arrive at the Petit Arc de Triomphe; after 10 minutes, pass by the National Museum of Jude Beaume; after 15 minutes, arrive at the Louvre.
If you send Aurors now, as soon as Apparation is next intersection, you'll be able to..."
Odom hesitated for a moment, and refused: "Don't stop, don't slow down, and reach Lyon Avenue. We will immediately send Aurors to ambush there. We have our own plan."
"But, Mr. Auror..." Apache became impatient.
"It's nothing but little wizards, they are not dangerous at all, don't be afraid!" Odom said in a low voice.
Hearing the other party's harsh tone, Apache shrank his head.
He couldn't help but slander: "Didn't you say in the newspaper that the other party is dangerous?"
Now he comforted him that he was a little wizard, so he wasn't dangerous at all?
What a liar!
"I want you to watch them both, don't show any abnormalities." Odom warned carefully.
"If Stark Apparates with that girl, you're going to follow behind..."
"But, sir, I can't Apparate, I didn't get a certificate."
"...Then don't show any abnormalities! The connection here will not be broken, keep in touch at any time."
"Understood." Apache asked again with a trembling voice, "Mr. Auror, the bonus mentioned in the news..."
"As long as we catch them, you will not be missing at all!" Odom said impatiently.
Odom left the fireplace, and the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, Clegane, showed a little smile on his cold face.
"Finally there's news about Stark." Clegane said softly, "It's not in vain that I put up so much pressure to issue a national arrest warrant for a recipient of the Order of Merlin.
Especially the little wizards in England. "
To put it bluntly, if this messes up, Clegane's political career is probably over.
After all, the other party is not an ordinary wizard, but a genius who has a reputation in the UK and even the world...not to mention that he is only 14 years old.
But as long as Scamander's box is found and the British is successfully convicted, his reputation in the country will be greatly shaken, and it is not impossible for him to become the next minister.
"Sir, why don't we just wait at the intersection where the carriage passes and stop Stark?" Odom paused.
"That conductor is obviously an idiot. I'm afraid he will show his weakness, and Stark will Apparate and leave with that girl."
"No, little wizards can't perform magic outside of school." Clegane shook his head. "He's not going to Apparate in front of the conductor, that would leave a clue."
"But he's already done a lot of magic, and probably used Polyjuice Potion illegally!"
"Yes, we all know, but do you have proof?" Clegane said angrily.
"Stark registered his wand just after he arrived in Paris. The Wand Licensing Office has detected his wand. Has he used magic?"
"No." Odom's momentum weakened.
"Stark left the hotel with a second-year little witch, entered the scene where Scamander was attacked, and then left quietly, disappearing completely.
Did any of you see him do magic the whole time? "
Odom shook his head in shame. What the director said was true, but the more so, the more incompetent they seemed.
Never before had the French Aurors been so incompetent at the beck and call of an underage wizard.
"So, thinking about a person has to start with what he does." Clegane said seriously:
"Stark won't give us anything, I obviously underestimated the kid.
'The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin'... I thought at first that he was just lucky, but now it seems that I was wrong, very wrong. "
Odom was taken aback. It was the first time he heard the director admit his mistake.
"Send all the Aurors in ambush on Lyon Avenue at once. Our target was never the Starks, but Scamander's chest.
Since he was there, the box was probably there too.
We must find and convict Scamander, otherwise we will be a French joke internationally. ' ordered Clegane.
At this time, another Auror hurried over, and he whispered, "Sir, something happened."
"What's wrong?" Clegane asked.
"Near the northern coastline, many dementors were found."
"Dementors?" Clegane frowned. "They didn't stay in Azkaban, how did they go to France?"
"It's... not clear yet, but the other party looks very arrogant and has already attacked several Muggles."
"What are these british guys doing?" Clegane said angrily:
"A Scamander and a Stark have made us scramble, and sent dementors... really think of my France as his British backyard?
Immediately expel the dementors, and then protest to the International Federation of Wizards, requesting sanctions against the stupid British Ministry of Magic! "
The Auror froze for a moment, then turned and left, as if he was going to write a letter of protest.
Odom on the side couldn't help but muttered in his heart:
"If protests worked, there would be no Grindelwald and Voldemort.
What's more, the president of the Federation is the great Dumbledore...he is a damn Brit. "
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The carriage galloped along the Voltaire Avenue.
William turned his face to the side, looking at the scenery outside the window.He could see the facade of the famous Douse Museum of Fine Arts.
The line of sight continued to move, and the ancient obelisk of Ramesses appeared, which was the symbol of the Jude Baum National Museum of Art.
Hermione tilted her head, leaned on William's shoulder, and followed the boy, staring absently at the scenery outside the carriage.
Hermione was thinking of something else: if only the carriage could run like this for a lifetime.
The cockpit door was opened and the conductor came out.
Startled by the sound of the door opening, Hermione raised her head slightly.
Apache closed the door quickly, took a seat, and fiddled with his radio again.
Hermione looked around and straightened up suddenly from the chair, as if she had just remembered something.
"Oh, Merlin, William!" She turned to look at him, pale.
Apache stared nervously at the "extremely dangerous" pair of fugitives.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, and said decisively in her broken French worth five knuts:
"William, we... went to the wrong place!"
"Huh?" William looked at the girl in bewilderment.
Hermione held William's hand tightly, with a firm look in her eyes.
"No! We shouldn't be going to the Avenue de Lyon, we should be going to..."
Hermione couldn't remember how the Louvre was spoken in French, so she pointed to the glass pyramid slowly emerging in the distance.
"The Louvre?" William reminded in French.
"That's right, we should go to the Louvre..."
"Scamander's box is left in the Louvre!" Hermione said in half-baked French.
"I swear on the honor of the Ministry of Magic, I'm sure!"
William frowned... Does the Ministry of Magic have a reputation?
Isn't that thing the same as Fudge's morals, it has been broken into pieces?
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(End of this chapter)