Chapter 565：

Is it to further monopolize the underground?

Which country should we attack?

Or interfere with the election?

Greg felt that his pressure became even greater when he saw Watson.

"Oh, Dicky, you must be Greg."

Watson was freeing his mind to think about what to eat today.

After seeing the person he recruited arrive, he stood up with a smile and shook hands with Greg.

Greg was nervous inside, but his face was as enthusiastic as ever, just like a job applicant.

The fear of Watson in my heart became even higher.

"There is no trace of the switch. If I didn't know who he was, I would have thought that he was a middle-class person with a kind heart."

In my heart, I was alarmed by Watson's unpretentious performance.

Greg pretended to be confused and asked: "Hello, Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to meet here."

"Oh, this is my hotel." Watson said and looked at Greg.

Greg reacted, opened his suitcase, took out his resume, and handed it to Watson respectfully.

Watson opened it and looked at it casually, and was very satisfied with the resume.

After all, this is a perfect resume produced after attracting great attention from the bureau.

"The only question." After reading the resume, Watson put it down and looked at Greg's appearance. "Are you someone who can keep secrets?"

Greg was shocked. Could it be that he had seen through his identity?

He pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "I think I can do it, Mr. Wick."

After all, this is one of the few times when the son needs to ask for his father, but there is no meaning in the words.

Watson was naturally very energetic.

His eyes were scrutinizing, making Greg feel like someone would point a gun at his head at any time.

"You're accepted." Watson smiled, "I think you know where the job is."

"Although it's strange, I hope you won't mention that place outside."

Watson smiled mysteriously, "I wish you a happy work."

Greg smiled and said: "I will, boss."

Watson patted Greg's hand, lowered his head and glanced at his leather shoes, and said casually: "Your shoes are good."

"But it's better not to touch such luxurious leather shoes."

Watson remembered the other person's work experience. To buy such shoes, I'm afraid it would take several months to save.

In his opinion, such behavior was somewhat irrational, and it made Greg hold his breath.

Greg walked out of the room and couldn't help but let out the breath he was holding.

Wiping the cold sweat, he suspected that Watson had seen something.

Looking down at his shoes, he felt that Watson was hinting at him as an agent.

"That's right. As someone who dares to make himself transparent, he should be prepared to be approached by agents."

Greg left the hotel and drove to the address of the orphanage.

He couldn't help but said: "You know I'm an agent and you dare to let me go there. What confidence do you have?"

Arrive at the orphanage.

He looked up at this place that looked more like a school.

"Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home."

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Chapter 580: Changes in Europe, the missing Minister of Magic

His father took care of the orphanage, and John said that his father was still okay.

People who should be at school are now in Knockturn Alley.

"How many bereaved children are there?" John asked Tang Mi.

Tang Mi has been responsible for the placement of these Muggle children these days. Those whose parents are found will have their memories erased and sent back. Those whose parents are not found or whose parents are dead will be left in Knockturn Alley for a period of time.

The construction of the welfare home was built by Tang Mi with Silver Hands Fashion Construction, otherwise there would be no way to build a welfare home in a hurry.

The bad thing is that there is basically no concept of orphanages in the magical world.

So their template for the orphanage was based on a Muggle school.

"According to statistics, there are 35 Muggle children, 13 of whom were disabled due to experiments, and 7 wizard children whose parents were persecuted."

When John heard these numbers, he rubbed the locket and fell into thought.

Fortunately, the land purchased by my father is large enough.

"Arrange personnel to clear the memories of Muggles," John thought for a moment and said, "Send those wizard children to the Young Wizards Foundation for placement."

"Yes, sir."

After Tang Mi received the order and was about to leave, John gave another instruction: "After sending the child to the orphanage, seal the fireplace."

John didn't want a Muggle child to come here via Floo from the fireplace one day.

Tang Mi was ordered to arrange for the memory erasure of Muggle children.

The memory of children is not so easy to clean, and the brain can be damaged if you are not careful.

So John was ready to take action himself.

Those children were assigned to Johnny Silverhand.

They leaned together in fear, and some of the bold ones looked here and there.

After a holiday in Silver Hands, these little guys are recovering well.

But most of them still can’t see the meat.

"Everyone line up and don't move." Tang Mi maintained order.

John came out with a white wand in his hand.

He looked at the children. The children had no idea what was going to happen next.

But before forgetting them, John still needs to make other arrangements.

He waved his wand, and a burst of silver-white light fell.

"When any of you have different changes, you will let me see it."

His voice was low and hoarse, and he spoke a language that no one could understand.

A diamond-shaped mark appeared on the children's backs and shoulders.

This is a kind of detection magic. When something happens to these children, the magic will take effect.

John: This is also a layer of insurance. After all, the children have been persecuted.

This can ensure that they will not be harmed by wizards again.

After everything was done, John waved his wand and said the spell.

"Obliviate"

A white light flashed and the children rubbed their eyes.

They appeared in a welfare institution similar to a school, and the memories in their minds disappeared. They only remembered that they appeared here for some reason.

During this time, they also made their own friends.

Laughter and laughter emanated from it.

Greg, who walked inside, heard laughter and had the same smile on his face.

He was near a classroom.

Since there are no teachers, there is no one to manage here.

He opened the window and looked in.

The box in his hand was released and fell to the ground with a sound.

He ignored them and stared at the children who seemed to have been abused.

The skinny children seemed to have been subjected to some kind of experiment.

"Watson Wick."

At this moment, Greg finally understood the significance of his arrival.

There is something shameful here, and those children are probably an experimental base.

The seemingly kind man is actually a devil in human skin.

Greg wanted to kill the demon, but couldn't.

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Watson sneezed.

"My son must be missing me secretly." Watson smiled and drove.

Thinking of his beautiful wife and lovely daughter at home, he felt happy.

I don’t know that I have become a devil in the new employee’s impression.

He got off the car happily and went home. He entered the house and kissed his wife.

Ariana showed her eyes at the table, staring at Qiqi who was drooling over the beef on the chopping board.

The cute scene made Watson couldn't help but go over and rub her head. Ariana didn't resist because Watson brought him delicious ice cream.

"Don't give your child too many sweets," complained Mrs. Wick. "Be careful of her teeth."

Watson was also eating ice cream, um um, nodding to show that his wife was right.

"Ariana, do you want to learn to cook with your mother?" Mrs. Wick rolled her eyes at Watson and said proudly to Ariana, "John likes my food best."

Upon hearing that John liked it, Ariana quickly got up and walked over.

Watching Mrs. Wick's gorgeous knife skills chop tomatoes, pineapples, and oranges.

Then with a cool movement, he put the minced meat, fresh shrimps and fruits into the pot.

"Fruit-colored sugar-orange fried rice!"

Mrs. Wick showed off her skills, Ariana secretly tasted it, her body trembled and her brain trembled.

Black energy floated out of his eyes, and the bracelet on his wrist shone slightly, causing the black energy to shrink back again.

The sweet and sour taste that hit Tian Ling Gai made her ask with suspicion and innocence: "Does John like it?"

Mrs. Wick said with absolute certainty: "He likes this best!"

Ariana didn't understand, but was shocked.

At this moment, Mrs. Wick sacredly took out the sealed cookbook from the cabinet.

that moment.

It belongs to the historic handover of the Wick family.

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John suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he didn't know why.

Looking at the fireplace where all the children had been sent away, John waved his wand.

The blue flame went out.