Chapter 284

Dumbledore raised his head. The huge metal cylinder water tanks at the top of the abandoned factory were scratched by the huge force. It can be seen how violent the destruction they suffered not long ago.

The ground is littered with metal tubes, which lie in the mud after the rainstorm, some of which are even bent to 90 degrees.

Dumbledore bent down and touched the traces of violence on the metal tube. His face was dignified: "alchemy and deformation..." he muttered to himself.

After a while, the broomsticks in the sky fell to the ground one after another, and the staff of the Ministry of magic hurried to Dumbledore's direction. Led by the current Minister of magic, Connelly fudge.

"Merlin beard, what happened..."

fudge looked at the huge scratches and the buildings, and was shocked and said, "is it a collective invasion of foreign black Wizards?"

"Have you settled those Muggles?"

Dumbledore stood up and asked.

Fudge side of an Auror stood out: "settle down, there are a lot of people were slightly injured, several people seriously injured, but fortunately no one died."

"It's strange that the Thunderbird seems to be deliberately flying in a remote direction, away from the crowd. It seems that it has been domesticated," the aurora said

"I've been domesticated. It's true that some people want to plot against us." Cornell fudge narrowed his eyes. "Go and find the guy who took the Thunderbird. He must be arrested. This kind of man is not allowed to run wild in England!"

The Aurors received the order, nodded and pulled out their wands. But at this time, Dumbledore raised his hand and prevented those Aurors from leaving: "wait a minute."

Fudge looked at him in surprise. "What's the matter, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Nothing happened." Said Dumbledore.

"Ah Cornell fudge won't respond for a while.

"I said, nothing happened!" Clean up this area, and then wipe out the Muggle memory of witnessing this incident. Don't publicize it. "

"But... But..."

in the face of this kind old wizard's rare tough attitude, the current Minister of magic rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and his eyes floated on auro. But under the Auror can only look at him, waiting for his statement.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stiff.

Dumbledore grinned and said gently, "minister, it's going to be the Quidditch World Cup soon. Do you want those people in the sports department not to be seen by foreigners? It's better to blockade such incidents that will cause panic. "

Fudge was relieved and immediately showed his face with a smile: "what President Dumbledore said is reasonable. I think it's not right."

Then he scratched his head in some wonder: "what should we do about this matter? If there is a huge and uncontrolled Thunderbird hidden in London..."

"let me deal with this matter." Dumbledore said decisively: "I believe the professor at Hogwarts has enough ability to deal with a magical creature."

"That's really going to trouble headmaster Dumbledore."

Connelly fudge said with a smile, adding a color to his hand. Aoluo nodded and retreated.

It wasn't until Dumbledore's phantom moved away that the muscles in Cornell Fudge's face twitched.

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one month later.

London, SOHO bar street, night.

The air was filled with small clouds after the cigarette was lit. Under the neon light, the crowd puffed in twos and threes. In the telephone booth on the street, there are many beautiful picture leaflets, all of them are young women, and the telephone number.

In 1994, it was one of the most famous red light districts in Britain. Countless young British men choose to come here to relax after work. Especially at the weekend, almost all the people gathered here are beautiful men and women, very eye-catching.

Usually, at this point in the night, the streets are full of men and women who wear clothes and show their personalities. Luxury cars are everywhere and people are shouting. But today, compared with the past, it seems surprisingly quiet.

The eyes of the crowd were drawn to a woman.

She seems to be the widow marina in the beautiful legend of Sicily, who is infatuated with all the men in the city. As soon as she appears, she attracts everyone's attention.

That woman has a devil like hot figure, 1.85 meters tall, a big wave of golden curly hair emitting dazzling light, slender thighs wearing a goose yellow miniskirt, showing the perfect figure.

She was carrying a small bag, walking alone from the street, as if it was not a creature of the world.

You know, most of the people in the bar street are in pairs. Men have their own wingmen, while women have their own sisters.

It's hard to imagine that a good-looking woman is still alone.The men who passed by stopped and lengthened their eyes one after another, and even more boldly whistled.

and the woman came to her, and as long as someone whistled to her, she would smile with a brilliant smile. The green eyes of her eyes sparkling men's crazy autumn waves. The face of the melon seed was covered with a faint makeup, which was just the eye shadow, and the red lips of the water and water were very charming.

A man summoned up the courage to chat up, but when he was more than one meter away from the woman, he was dazed and couldn't smile a word.

Some men even ignore the pinching of their female partners. When they see the woman, they can't move their eyes any more and follow her step by step.

Gradually, a group of men gathered quietly behind the woman. They followed the woman like puppets to a neon theater.

"Don't let me in?"

The blonde asked the two doormen in suits at the gate of the theater.

One of the two doormen had nosebleed and one of his legs was weak. He didn't let himself fall until he buckled the bolt.

"Not good... Sorry... We, we haven't... We haven't reached the opening point..." the doorman who didn't have a bloody nose kept his sense in front of the evil woman with a hoarse voice.

"I'm friends with your boss."

The woman said with a smile.

"I... our club... Just changed... Just changed the boss..."

"he invited me." Said the blonde.

"Is it... Is it?"

The doorman's face was red and bleeding. He wanted to see it, but he didn't dare to. Under the strange green eyes, he completely forgot any rules. He moved aside and opened the door for the woman.

"Thank you."

Said the blonde politely, then entered the theatre.

As soon as she entered the theater, the men who followed her and the two dizzy doorboys shivered one after another, standing in the same place as a cut-off electric toy. After a long time, they just looked at each other and didn't know what happened.

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in the theater, in the dressing room of the third floor box.

"Ah..."

Hoffa opened his mouth.

Next to him, a young maid in a white dress immediately bent down to feed him a piece of chopped pear slices, and intentionally or unintentionally rubbed the murder weapon against the young upstart's shoulder.

Since the young man bought the theater in full a week ago, she felt that the young man was a typical example of being stupid and rich. If she could catch him, she would have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life, just lying on the pile of money and having a baby... The maid had a romantic fantasy.

Hoffa did not realize it. He chewed the pear and looked at the big mirror in front of him. It was a strange boy in the mirror.

It was a guy dressed like a black flamingo. He had a high black feather shawl on his shoulders, a gorgeous white suit under the shawl. He had delicate gray hair on his back, Red Sunglasses on his face covering half of his face, silver Patek Philippe on his wrist, and expensive rings on every finger on the back of his hand.

He leaned back on a wide and frightening white sofa with a dozen respectful men and women standing behind him. Some of them were carrying elegant glass wine containers with coke on ice. Someone is combing his hair, someone is holding a large pile of holding watch, fast reporting work.

"Mr. Bach, the CEO of Dunlop would like you to meet him. If you really want to invest in sports and fashion, you'd better plan after an interview."

"No, why should I see him instead of him coming to see me?" The gray haired teenager in the mirror said: "I didn't mean to buy his stock. Did you buy it?"

"You really want to buy it, it's a huge sum of hundreds of millions of pounds!" The Secretary's hand is shaking a little.

"Buy it, why not," Hoffa said, putting his legs in front of the mirror. "But whatever I like, buy it all."

"Yes." The man put away his file, drew another file from his bag, bent down and said timidly, "Mr. Bach, bill of Microsoft, Mr. Bill Gates, refused your proposal."

"What?" In the mirror, the guy in the black Flamingo coat was stunned.

"He not only rejected your idea of developing what... What... Sub era... Game console, but also spoke out to you and made rude remarks..."

"he dares!" The Flamingo in the mirror became angry: "what did he say?"

"He said... He said... He said that he would not cooperate with a second generation of rich people who have no idea where they are coming from and wait to die!"

"Look for death, dare to look down on me!! Ah... "He slapped his thigh angrily and opened his mouth. The maid on one side bent down again and put a piece of cut apple in his mouth.

"Mm-hmm..."

he chewed the apple in his mouth, and his eyes twinkled with uncomfortable light behind the Red Sunglasses. Those people behind are shivering, the atmosphere dare not out. This inexplicable guy is perverse and moody. He doesn't know anything about business, but his salary is higher than anyone else's.

He leaned forward on the sofa and thought for a moment. Then he took out a stock market report from his secretary's hand and turned it up with a gloomy face.

"Ha

Suddenly, he had a good idea. He hooked his finger and said, "Todd, come here!"

The Secretary named Tao de stepped forward and stood beside the gray haired boy. He pointed to a company on the watch:

"see this company named apple, go and buy his stock, and buy as many as you have!"

"Ah Secretary Todd was frightened: "Mr. Bach, please calm down. This company has not had any excellent performance in the past ten years. In the past three years, they have gained three presidents in succession. Last year, their market share dropped from 20% to 5%...".

"nonsense! You are the boss and I am the boss! "

The young man in the mirror yelled and interrupted his secretary. With a ferocious expression, he threw the list in his hand on his face: "buy it, I want you to buy it. Let them call jobs back to me to develop mobile phones as soon as possible!"

"Yes... Yes..."

under the fierce anger, the guy in the suit sweating picked up the list on the ground, ran out of the room and ran away.

"Ah

Hoffa opened his mouth again. Behind him, a long legged stockings girl dressed as a bunny girl came up quickly and inserted a straw into the expensive glassware that was supposed to hold Lafite in 1982, but now contains ice cola.

I saw him biting the straw, a face unhappy began to smoke coke, in his coke, no one behind dare to speak. Finally, he finished washing half a liter of coke in one gulp, sucked the bottle upside down and gave a long hiccup. He turned and asked, "Carlson, have you found the man I asked you to find?"

Another male secretary in suit and shoes came out quickly.

"I can't find it, Mr. Bach..." the man wiped the sweat on his forehead helplessly and wrongly: "China is so big, how far away from here, where can we find an English teacher named Jack Ma?"

After a pause, he showed a wry smile: "besides, you are talented and never forget. You don't need to be taught in English or Chinese."

"Short sighted!"

The black flamingo, who had just smoked coke and calmed down a little, became angry again. He yelled: "shortsighted, you British junkies, can you show some spirit of 007! Find him for me, dig three feet and find him for me!! If you can't find you, get out of here! "

Seeing that the opposite side of his flattery didn't respond at all, he was scolded. The Secretary named Carlson was angry and angry. He bowed his head and clenched his fist.

But when he thought of his salary of 50000 a month, the man named Carlson took a deep breath and looked up with a sweet smile: "yes... Yes... What Mr. Bach taught us is that we will help you find Mr. Jack Ma."

"Go away!"

"Good."

Carlson rolled awkwardly around the wool carpet and ran out of the wide dressing room.

The rest of the people trembled and secretly made eye contact with each other for fear that the perverse and young guy might come up with some strange idea.

At this time, the atmosphere of the room was broken by the sound of pushing the door.

"Mr. Bach, someone wants to see you."

A lovely asian maid, only to see her skin white, wearing Lolita's black clothes, not tall, with cat ears, face is also painted with lipstick on six bars, three on the left and three on the right.

"Mm-hmm In the mirror, the black Flamingo cocked its legs, played with its fingers, raised its eyebrows and made a strange sound.

"No, no, no..." the poor vase intern recruited from the London talent market, who just graduated and can't do anything, pinched his legs into the inside eight and put his hands together: "I mean... Master... Someone wants to see you..."

"that's just like it, burp ~"

the boastful black flamingo in the mirror burps, and the evil spirit laughs: "you are so beautiful A grinding goblin, who wants to see me? "