themonasnovels Chapter 413 I talked and laughed happily with him
Chapter 413 I talked and laughed happily with him
Chapter 413 I talked and laughed happily with him
Every time a lipstick is produced, there will be a pug missing a penis;
For every stereo produced, a black cat is killed;
For every chocolate cake sold, a white tiger dies;
Every time the bar is cleaned, Aberforth is one point closer to begging...
In order to prevent the old man from going bankrupt in his later years, he took an elf to Hogwarts to beg for food... William and Hermione left the Pig's Head without paying for the drinks.
The money for the wine was offset by the money for the potions, and William kept a lot of potions... Calculated in this way, he still lost a lot.
So before leaving, William seriously asked Dobby to use the cut wool to make some woolen socks.
In this way, the gift for Professor Dumbledore for Christmas will be settled.
William could also get some expensive gifts in return from Professor Dumbledore.
As soon as you change hands, you will get your money back immediately.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Simply perfect.
That witch was an honest person, she paid for four bottles even though she only drank one bowl of wine.
"I didn't expect the owner of the Pig's Head Bar to be Professor Dumbledore's younger brother. He never mentioned it."
Walking down the street, Hermione couldn't help but say.
William took out the extinguisher and said, "I've never heard the professor mention it, but I know he once had a younger sister named Ariana. This extinguisher was given to her.
Every time the professor mentioned it, it was very painful...and he cried many times. "
Hermione looked at William in surprise; he had never said anything about it.
William really didn't say it, because every conversation he had with Dumbledore was very important.
Most of them involve Voldemort, or Reaper... prehistoric mysteries.
Compared with these, the principal's weak side seems so insignificant.
"Didn't you ask? The professor's past?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Hermione, when you see an old man crying in pain, you can't ask anything." William said softly.
"I can only say some... useless consolation, and I can't do anything else."
Hermione was thoughtful. "It seems that the relationship between the professor and his brother is not good.
Did you hear that?
He actually said that the headmaster is a big fool... Oh, it's hard to imagine that someone would say that about Professor Dumbledore, or his own brother. "
She was puzzled: "What kind of thing can make a brother become like this?"
"A lot of things are fine, even if it's just the most insignificant trifles." William stroked the girl's hair and said calmly:
"Life is not this way, it is that way, in short, it will not be what you want."
Hermione stared blankly into William's eyes, then suddenly stretched out her fingers, rubbed his forehead, and gently smoothed the frowning brows.
William smiled brightly and spread his arms, as if wanting a hug.
Hermione grabbed the hem of his clothes and took a step back with a blushing face. She shyly said, "Someone is watching us."
William turned around helplessly, and the American witch was standing not far from the two of them, seeming a little embarrassed.
She is really embarrassed, she has never been in a relationship at such an age.
The pair of little wizards in front of them have already begun to show their affection.
Inexplicably, she recalled the worst injury in Auror's career:
On a busy night with heavy rain, she and her colleagues were still working overtime.She suddenly discovered that her colleague had a boyfriend delivering meals, and she... could only eat cold instant noodles.
My heart hurts a little,
So sour!
"What's the matter with you?"
Seeing that the witch was suddenly in a daze, William took the initiative to ask: "If you want to travel, there are signposts nearby. If you want to find a tour guide, Dobby should be happy to be a tour guide, as long as you pay him."
"Sorry, I'm not here for fun, I'm an Auror from the Magical Congress of America."
The witch produced her official identification papers.There are photos of her event, and a striking American Eagle logo:
MACUSA.
Meira Picquery
United States of America
Magic Congress.
"As an American Auror, I need to ask you some questions... Mr. Stark."
William whistled: "Miss Picquery, this is England, and you're asking me as an American Auror...isn't it appropriate?"
How familiar is this operation?
Didn't William do such things in France?
So this girl in front of her is still too young. No one knows how to enforce the law across borders better than William.
His tone gradually became cold and said: "I don't accept your inquiry, Miss Auror.
Don't mention that this is England, even if it is the United States, you have no right to ask me... We are not equal. "
"What do you mean?" Picquery frowned.
She knew that the couple of little wizards in front of her were very famous, they were so big that they were frighteningly big, and she had even heard of them a little in the United States.
But fame doesn't mean privilege.
William chuckled lightly:
"I am the youth representative of the British Wizengamot, with the written authorization of Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot.
In foreign countries, it is equivalent to the exercise of rights by the British Wizengamot, and it is reasonable and legal.
Clegane, Director of French Law Enforcement, do you know?That's higher than you don't know where to go!
I chatted and laughed with him.
Do you think you, an ordinary American Auror, have the right to interrogate me? "
"If you really want to talk, at least you have to let Director Auror come, otherwise, if you ask anything, I will refuse to answer."
Although Dumbledore's authorization is for the Paris incident.
But after the matter is over, he still has no intention of revoking or taking it back... So, it still has legal effect now.
Picquely was speechless, she was just an Auror, equivalent to the American well.
It is not a big deal to accidentally kill a black wizard in the country, but he has no right to interrogate senior officials of the British Wizengamot.
"Besides, are your procedures legal, Miss Piquelli?" Hermione asked following William's words.
She was also a little annoyed that the date was hastily interrupted.
"According to the "Common Guidelines on International Magical Laws", Article [-] stipulates that transnational law enforcement needs to be registered with the British International Magical Law Office.
Then, join forces, accompanied by British Aurors.I don't seem to see British Aurors.
Does this mean that what you are actually applying for is a tourist visa?You're here, and the British Ministry of Magic doesn't even know about it. "
"..."
Picqueli only felt his scalp tingling.
She did apply for a tourist visa, because the Magical Congress of the United States did not authorize her, and she came here secretly.
She just wanted to scare the two little wizards with her identity as an Auror, and asked her what she wanted to know.
But the little witch in front of her seemed to understand better than her, and she revealed the illegal things in a few words.
Are you two devils?
Don't you usually talk about these things when you date?
You are still a little wizard, and now you are running for the Minister of Magic!
Picqueli suddenly felt wronged. She was a little girl who traveled across the ocean to a strange country.
First, he was coaxed by the old man as a wine holder, and then he was scolded by two young wizards.
She wasn't going to be caught by the dementors as a spy, was she?
Seeing that the witch was in a daze again, William and Hermione turned around and left.
"Wait... sir, I'm here for Mr. Scamander." Picquely said hastily.
William and Hermione stopped.
"Some time ago, the Magic Congress of America was attacked, and a dark wizard stole Mr. Scamander's things.
According to investigations, it may have been done by the scavengers. "
William turned and nodded oddly. "I heard it a little bit."
He had heard more than a little, and it was Professor Babling who did it.
It's just that she didn't expect that she would leave this matter to the purgers... to take the blame.
Wonderful!
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)