v4 Chapter 98： I chatted and laughed with him

Every time a lipstick is produced, a pug needs a **** less;

For every stereo produced, a black cat is killed;

For every creamy chocolate cake sold, a white tiger loses its life;

Every time the bar is cleaned, Aberforth is one point away from begging...

In order to prevent the old man from going bankrupt in his later years, he took an elf and went to Hogwarts to beg... William and Hermione left the Pig's Head Bar without paying for the drinks.

The money for the wine was used for the potion, and William kept a lot of potions... In this way, he still lost a lot.

So before leaving, William seriously instructed Dobby to use the cut wool to make wool socks.

In this way, the Christmas gift to Professor Dumbledore will be settled.

William can also get some expensive gifts from Professor Dumbledore.

As soon as I changed hands, I immediately returned to the book.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Simply perfect.

That witch was an honest person, she only drank a bowl of wine, but paid for four bottles.

"I didn't expect that the owner of the pig's head bar turned out 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 deluminator and said, "I've never heard the professor mention it, but I know he once had a sister named Ariana. This deluminator was given to her.

Every time the professor mentioned it, it was very painful...and cried many times. "

Hermione looked at William in astonishment, he had never spoken about it.

William really didn't say it, because every conversation he had with Dumbledore was particularly important.

Most of it involves Voldemort, or Death... prehistoric mysteries.

Compared with these, the weak side of the principal seems to be 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.

"Only a few... useless consolations, and nothing else to do."

Hermione was thoughtful. "Looks like the professor doesn't have a good relationship with his brother either.

Did you hear that?

He actually said that the Headmaster was a big idiot... oh, it's hard to imagine that someone would say that, Professor Dumbledore, or his own brother. "

She wondered: "What kind of thing can make my brother become like this?"

"A lot of things are fine, even the most trivial things." William stroked the girl's hair and said calmly:

"Life isn't like this, it's like that, in short, it's not what you want it to be."

Hermione stared blankly into William's eyes, suddenly stretched out her fingers, rubbed his forehead, and gently smoothed the frown.

William showed a bright smile, spread his arms, and seemed to want a hug.

Hermione grabbed the corner of his shirt and took a step back with a blushing face. She said shyly, "Someone is watching us."

William turned helplessly, the American witch, standing not far from the two, seemed a little embarrassed.

She was really embarrassed. She was so old that she had never talked about a relationship.

The pair of little wizards in front of them have already begun to show their affection.

She inexplicably remembered the worst injury in her Auror career:

On a rainy and busy night, she and her colleagues were still working overtime. She suddenly found out that her colleague had a boyfriend delivering meals, and she... could only eat cold instant noodles.

My heart hurts a little,

So sour!

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Seeing the witch suddenly in a daze, William asked: "If you want to travel, there are road signs 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 to play, I'm an Auror of the Magical Congress of the United States."

The witch takes out her official ID. It features a photo of her event, and a striking American Eagle logo:

macusa.

Mela Picquili

United States of America

Magic Congress.

"As an American Auror, I need to ask you some questions... Mr. Stark."

William whistled: "Miss Piquelli, this is England, you are asking me as an American Auror... This is not appropriate, is it?"

How does this operation look familiar?

Didn't William do this kind of thing in France?

So the girl in front of me is still too tender. No one knows better than William how to enforce law across borders.

He gradually said coldly: "I will not accept your inquiry, Miss Auror.

Don't say this is the UK, even the US, you have no right to ask me... We are not equal. "

"What do you mean?" Piquelli frowned.

She knew that the pair of little wizards in front of her were very famous, and they were terrifyingly big, and she had even heard of them in the United States.

But fame does not mean privilege.

William chuckled:

"I am the youth representative of Wizengamore, England, with the written authorization of Dumbledore, the chief wizard of Wizengamore.

In foreign countries, it is equivalent to the exercise of rights in Wizengamore, UK, and is reasonable and legal.

French law enforcement director Clegane, you know? That's higher than you don't know to go there!

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 ask your Auror director to come, otherwise I will refuse to answer anything you ask."

Although Dumbledore's authorization was for the Paris event.

But after the matter was over, he still didn't mean to revoke or withdraw it... Then, it still has legal benefits.

Piquelli was speechless, she was just an Auror, the equivalent of an American well.

It is not a big deal to accidentally kill a black wizard in the country, but it has no right to interrogate a senior official in Wizengamore, England.

"Besides, are your procedures legal, Miss Picquilly?" Hermione asked, following William's words.

She was also a little annoyed by being hastily interrupted the appointment.

"According to the "International Code of Magical Laws", Article 6 stipulates that transnational law enforcement needs to register with the British International Magical Law Office.

Then, a joint operation accompanied by the British Aurors. I don't seem to see a British Auror.

Does this mean that what you are actually doing is just a tourist visa? The British Ministry of Magic did not know that you were here. "

"..."

Picquiri only felt a tingling in his scalp.

She was indeed on a tourist visa, because the Magical Congress of the United States did not authorize her, she got it secretly.

She just wanted to use her Auror identity to scare these two little wizards and ask what she wanted to know.

But the little witch in front of her seemed to know better than her, and in just a few words, she turned the illegal things out.

Are you two devils?

Do you usually talk about these things when you're dating?

What a little wizard, run for Minister of Magic now!

Piquelli suddenly felt aggrieved. She was a little girl who had traveled across the ocean to an unfamiliar country.

First, he was coaxed by the old man as a drink holder, and then he was scolded by the two little wizards.

She's not going to be caught by the Dementors as a spy, is she?

Seeing that the witch was in a daze again, William and Hermione turned and left.

"Wait...Sir, I'm here for Mr. Scamander." Picquiri said hurriedly.

William and Hermione stopped.

"Some time ago The Magical Congress of the United States was attacked, and a dark wizard stole something from Mr. Scamander.

According to the investigation, it may have been done by the purgers. "

William turned and nodded oddly. "Slightly heard."

He had only heard a little bit about it, and it was Professor Babuling 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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