Chapter 2443

TIA did live in the subway station for some time, but John, who followed Aurors to investigate there, didn't get much clues about her.

Fortunately, however, in the process of constantly looking for witnesses from the tramps, they got some unexpected gains in hindsight.

"... yes, I'm sure the boy should be a little wizard, because I did see the wand he inserted in his pocket - his wand is longer than ordinary, and the pocket is too shallow to hide completely. I think the boy seemed to be sneaky at that time... Hey! Auror, don't move your hand feet. I said everything I should say, and I didn't do anything illegal Love... At least not recently! "

A goblin disguised as an adult dwarf said in a shrill voice, and perhaps it was because the vice captain crojie's actions were more or less rude and bad, and also caused some annoyance to the other party.

But judging from the last murmur of this guy, Roger's behavior is probably not without reason.

"What happened later?" John didn't care about Roger's pressure on the other party's demonstration, and then asked, "where did the boy go later?"

"How do I know?" the goblin spread his hands. "I have something to do! It's not that group of lazy werewolves who have nothing to do every day. They will waste their precious time on a mindless kid running around? Where did he go later? It's none of my business!"

At this point, the goblin hummed angrily, as if it was a waste of time to be entangled by Auror.

But for the Goblins who take "time is golden gallon" as their creed, he may really think so!

Of course, what the other party is thinking, deputy Auror Roger is not interested in knowing.

"It's none of your business?" Roger narrowed his eyes and looked down at the little goblin in front of him, "Recently, there are several more cases involving the private circulation of fake garonnes on the captain's desk, using improved dwarf demon gold coins. It is said that those fake garonnes flow out of the hands of goblins in New York... I think now, are those cases related to you?"

"What fake Garonne... What do you mean? I didn't do it! I'm a serious goblin!" when Roger said this, the goblin immediately widened his eyes and couldn't help arguing loudly, "And... I only met the boy you want to ask by chance. I... really don't know where he has gone! You might as well go to find those vampires and werewolves instead of staring at me here. They are the local snakes here, aren't they!"

"Really?"

Roger's eyes wandered back and forth on the other party for a long time. He saw that the other party was hairy and tried to defend again. Then he shook his head and said:

"You should be glad I'm investigating another case, but I've remembered you. Be careful next."

With that, he took John and another Auror to the other side of the platform aisle, leaving only the goblin standing in the corner gnashing his teeth, but he couldn't attack. Finally, he put on his hat and left alone.

Here, John looked back at the little figure and whispered:

"What is that goblin really... A participant in the case of forging jingaron?"

"Mostly," Roger said as he walked, shrugging his shoulders, "Only those goblins can improve the Banshee gold coins that will disappear in a short time into fake garonnes that can circulate effectively. And you should know that those goblins have always been very united and do everything together. Since the guy was wandering in New York just now, even if he didn't directly participate in the production of fake garonnes, he was at least one of the disseminators... Of course, now and What we have to do certainly doesn't matter much. Let him go for the time being. "

At this point, he raised his hand and patted John on the shoulder before turning to say:

"But speaking, his last words just reminded me."

"What?" John asked hurriedly.

Roger turned his head and smiled at him.

"Local snake."

……

Speaking of the so-called "land snake" in the magic world of New York Like that goblin, many wizards immediately think of vampires and werewolves who came with the wind since the rise of the American colonial wave. Even during that period, more vampires and werewolves sought to take root in America than wizards came here, including the establishment of the initial order of the American magic world, which is also said to be related to them.

However, just like the American Muggle world on the surface, with the increasing number of humans coming to America, the territory of a group of human magical creatures led by vampires and werewolves was repeatedly squeezed, occupied and covered up. After all, it has become a human world like Europe.

Up to now, the descendants of those vampires and werewolves are still the so-called "local snakes", but they have already changed from the surface to the "underground".

"Even those guys are in such a situation, John. How many people will remember those 'residents' on this continent?"

In the deeper and deeper subway tunnel, Roger said casually as he walked.

Beside him, John listened with a frown.

"You mean --"

"Yes, the 'natives'!" Roger smiled. "In fact, no one who really knows their existence dares to ignore them easily, don't they?"

The voice dropped a little and seemed to have remembered something. John couldn't help nodding.

Yes, it's different from some things in Muggle. In the magic world of America, the "natives" who once lived on this continent really fought a fierce battle with the "invaders" from Europe. However, compared with Muggles, the specific fighting time between wizards and intelligent magical creatures in the two places, which have already communicated with each other, is much earlier than the Muggle colonial time point... Much earlier!

"Oh, here it is!"

John was remembering what he had learned in the history of magic class at school. When he heard Roger say, he stopped. Then, he saw that the other party had raised his magic wand, silently recited the mantra in front of a wide open civil air defense door and waved it gently.

The next moment, with a wave fleeting, the door closes silently and then opens automatically. But what once again appeared in front of John was no longer the dark and deep tunnel, but an ancient underground cave that tilted downward and did not see the bottom.

"Hey," said Roger with a dry smile, "I hope they'll be better friends tonight."