Hogwarts Everything is Three

Seeing the wizard who came in the lead and the men behind him clearly, Nott's face was pale, and Pobin began to shiver on the sofa after he let out a scream.

And Hector Foley only felt that his feet were soft and his face turned pale. It was not only that Harris had caught him in talks with the pure-bloods against them, but he found that Harris was able to find the door before. Because of the information provided by the two female hags he had just met, they were standing outside the door, holding a small rustling money bag in their hands and squeezing a flattering and ugly smile at the Ministry of Magic.

Len Harris, the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, strode towards this corner, and the hitters in the uniform of the Ministry of Magic behind him, each holding a firebolt, pushed away aggressively and tried to ask questions. Her harpy hostess blocked the bar and fanned the people in the bar.

This group of highly trained elite strikers is different from the relatively independent Aurors who are also affiliated to the Magic Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic. They are the armed forces directly under the orders of the Law Enforcement Department.

The original functions of these strikers were more like police or soldiers in the magical world than the Aurors like agents, or the current patrolling Aurors. They were originally trained to conduct dark magic crime investigations and arrest or detain. Dark wizards and witches, they are often assigned to the front line of fighting crime.

Before the reform and development of the Auror, the industry was still relatively popular among wizards. Although it also needed training internships, it did not require the three-year training period of the old Aurors, and because of the need to fight, Even interns have a basic salary of 700 gold gallons per month. The Ministry of Magic will also equip them with flying broomsticks and have beds in this department at the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries.

It's just that their functions have been replaced by the Aurors. Although they have not been outlawed because of the law enforcement department, the reorganized Aurors have absorbed elite strikers and only maintained a small scale. Going out to perform missions is only responsible for tasks or patrols within the Ministry of Magic.

However, when Lun came out this time, he brought these armed forces that belonged to him, but it was a good opportunity for these suffocated wizards, everyone cheered up, and seemed to be pressing.

As the owner, Mr. Foley stood up immediately. He pretended not to notice the general atmosphere, and made himself smile and greeted: "Director Harris, what wind brought you here? I recently got from the England Quidditch national team. I have also taken over a batch of retired mascots. Their playing level is very good, listen?"

Lun's words were gentle and polite: "Mr. Foley? I was bothering you today."

"Please sit down... Seroper, help me serve these directors and them." Foley relaxed a little because of Ron's tone? He glanced at the old Knott and Bobin beside him? Nothing to them. Satisfied with the act of daring to speak? Then he greeted a familiar striker behind Lun, "Huh? Mr. Pisgood? You haven't come to me for a long time to drink, watch you dress up... so you are done Is the news of the change of identity from memory canceller to hitter true?"

"So that your beautiful waiter doesn't have to pour us wine...I will bring my colleagues over to drink from get off work." Arnold Pisgood patted Mr. Foley on the shoulder enthusiastically? Then he looked at the silent one. Two guests who came to the bar first? "Today we have official duties..."

Lun pulled a chair away and sat directly opposite them without speaking.

Knowing that he couldn't hide, Propin smiled reluctantly: "Director Harris? I wonder if the Ministry of Magic needs our help?"

Old Knott was as flustered as Bobin? But Knott maintained his posture and forced himself to lean on the sofa: "Director Harris, I'm getting older and I've been in the nursing department of St. Mungo Hospital before... yesterday. I just came to the bar to have a drink today when I was discharged from the hospital...This may be the last few times in my life I have been to the bar. I don’t know if Director Harris brought so many people here for...Isn’t he here for me?"

Lenn’s eyes swept across Old Knott’s body? In the tone of daily chat, it seemed to say something very trivial: "The Magic Law Enforcement Department received a tip from Mr. Foley, saying that he had caught two funding Death Eaters. A member of the wizard family? is doing some dangerous contraband transactions in his bar."

Probin was shocked and stared at Mr. Foley in fear? Nott held her hand and shook her head, baring her teeth like a hyena? "Director Harris? There are so many people here... I didn't see any Who is trading in contraband."

"Director Harris...Don't be kidding you..." Mr. Foley was stunned? He tried to make a haha ​​with a smile on his face: "Director Harris, all who are sitting here are good citizens who abide by laws and regulations. ."

The batter Alastor Gangboyl, who was standing behind Lenn, glanced at his boss, then drew the notepad from his pocket, and began to record with a pen while reciting clearly: "Hector Ver Mr. Lee believes that wizards who use contraband to make money to fund mysterious people are good citizens who abide by the law."

"Uh... Director Harris..." Foley, who was sitting on his side beside Lun, turned paler, his hands under the sleeves of the magic robe were tightly clenched, "The Foleys have nothing to do with the mysterious people. , For the sake of Sirius, please don't make it difficult for me..."

Lun slowly took out a sealed crystal bottle from the pocket of the magic robe, and threw it on the table casually, "A bottle full of poison sac gas on the leopard's neck, how about it?"

Nott's face became cold, and he put his hands in his pockets in a harsh tone: "I'm looking for lawyers and media reporters to expose your framing behavior."

"Harris, are you trying to plant a spoil?" Foley took out some of the patron's aura because of his distant cousin. "What kind of evidence are you? I say you are useless."

"I say this is useful for me." Lenn's eyes met with Foley, and then he stood up with a snap, soon, and then came up with all petrification spells, and then another weapon to eliminate you.

Mr. Foley and Knott were all unguarded, Annette Popin was frightened and cried, Lun smiled and retracted his wand and stopped hitting.

At this moment, Foley’s arms slapped against his sides, his legs were stiff, his upper and lower gums were locked together, and he was speechless, only his eyes were turning, and Old Nott was getting older and was disarmed. The action of throwing the wand out after the spell hit made him strain his muscles.

Then, under Mr. Foley's furious eyes, Lun picked up the bottle of cystic leopard gas he had brought on the table, stuffed it directly into the pocket of Foley's magic robe, and immediately released the curse.

"I wrote the report before I came..." Lun said without blinking his eyes, "Azkaban is now back to normal, just short of the first batch of guests, smuggling contraband is enough for you to stay there for a long time. ~www.ltnovel.com~Mr. Foley, it seems that I have to wait for you to come out of Azkaban before I can bring my colleagues over for a drink." Arnold Pisgood still had that warm and hearty smile.

After a short pause.

"Sorry..." The smile on Mr. Foley's face became distorted and bitter. He glanced at the other two people whose faces were gray and then looked at the waitress who dared not move because of the blower, "Seroper... "

The mixed-breed waitress made a bird cry. On the stage in the distance, the siren harpies who were charming and graceful, were playing the flute. Their faces changed in an instant. These were beautiful women’s heads. The monster with the body, the bird's wings and the bronze bird's claws instantly recovered the wildness of the ancient times, and began to instigate the wings to fly at high speed towards the old Knot and Probin.

The sound of monsters knocking over wine glasses and bottles and the screams of witches sounded in the bar.

"Little Hector, this is because of Sirius... so that you can draw a clear relationship with people who shouldn't be mixed up." Lun helped his glasses, "Be gentle...I What the report says is that the Foley family only caught two criminals."