A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 413 I chatted and laughed with him

For every lipstick produced, a pug loses a penis.

For every stereo system produced, one black cat is killed;

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

With each time Aberforth cleans the bar, he gets one step closer to begging...

To prevent the old man from going bankrupt in his later years, William and Hermione took a little elf and went to Hogwarts to beg for food... They left the Hog's Head without paying for their drinks.

The cost of the drinks covered the cost of the potions, and William kept quite a few potions... So, all things considered, he actually lost quite a bit.

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

In this way, the Christmas gift for Professor Dumbledore was settled.

William could also receive some expensive gifts in return from Professor Dumbledore.

They recouped their investment immediately after reselling it.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Simply perfect.

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

"I never imagined that the owner of the Pighead Bar was Professor Dumbledore's brother; he had never mentioned it before."

Walking down the street, Hermione couldn't help but say.

William pulled out the DedeCMS and said, "I've never heard the professor mention it either, but I know he had a sister named Ariana. This DedeCMS was a gift for her."

The professor gets extremely distressed every time he talks about it... and has cried many times.

Hermione looked at William in surprise; he had never mentioned this before.

William did not say it, because every conversation he had with Dumbledore was of particular importance.

Most of them involve Voldemort, or Death... prehistoric mysteries.

Compared to these, the principal's weakness seems so insignificant.

"Didn't you ask about the professor's past?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Hermione, when you see an old woman crying in pain, you can't ask her anything," William said softly.

"All I can do is offer some...useless words of comfort, and that's it."

Hermione seemed thoughtful. "It seems the professor and his brother don't get along very well either."

Did you hear that?

He actually called the headmaster a complete idiot... Oh, it's unbelievable that anyone would say that about Professor Dumbledore, his own brother.

She asked, puzzled, "What could possibly turn brothers like this?"

"Anything is fine, even the most trivial things." William stroked the girl's hair and said calmly.

"Life is either this way or that way; in short, it won't be the way you want it to be."

Hermione stared blankly into William's eyes, then suddenly reached out and rubbed his forehead, gently smoothing the furrow between his brows.

William smiled broadly, opened his arms, as if wanting to give him a hug.

Hermione grabbed his sleeve, blushed, and took a step back, saying shyly, "Someone's watching us."

William turned around helplessly. The American witch was standing not far from them, looking somewhat embarrassed.

She was really embarrassed; she was so old and had never been in a relationship.

The two young wizards in front of us have already started showing affection for each other.

She inexplicably recalled the most severe injury she had suffered during her Auror career:

On a rainy, busy night, she and her colleagues were still working overtime. She suddenly realized that her colleagues had boyfriends bringing them food, while she... could only eat cold instant noodles.

My chest hurts a little.

It's so sour!

"How can I help you?"

Seeing the witch suddenly lost in thought, William asked, "If you want to travel, there are signs all around. If you want a guide, Dobby should be happy to be one, as long as you pay him."

"Sorry, I'm not here for sightseeing. I'm an Auror from the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

The witch produced her official identification, which featured photos of her activities and a striking American eagle emblem.

MACUSA.

Mela Picqueli

美利坚合众国

The Magic Congress.

"As an American Auror, I have some questions for you... Mr. Stark."

William whistled. "Miss Picqueli, this is England. It's not quite appropriate for you, an American Auror, to question me like this."

This operation looks familiar.

Didn't William do something like that in France?

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

His tone grew increasingly cold as he said, "I will not accept your inquiry, Miss Auror."

Don't even mention this; this is Britain. Even in America, you have no right to question me... We're not equals."

"What do you mean?" Picqueli frowned.

She knew that the two young wizards in front of her were very famous, incredibly famous; she had even heard of them in America.

But fame does not equate to privilege.

William chuckled:

"I am a youth representative of Wizengamot in the UK, with written authorization from Dumbledore, the chief wizard of Wizengamot."

Abroad, this is equivalent to Wisconsin-Madison exercising its rights, and is reasonable and legal.

Do you know Clegane, the head of the French Department of Law Enforcement? He's far superior to you!

I chatted and laughed with him.

Do you think you, an ordinary American Auror, have the right to interrogate me?

"If we really want to talk, at least your Director Auror should come. Otherwise, I will refuse to answer any questions you may have."

Although Dumbledore's authorization was specifically for the events in Paris.

But after the matter was over, he still showed no intention of revoking or withdrawing it... so it still has legal effect.

Piqueli was speechless; she was just an Auror, equivalent to an American badger.

Accidentally killing a black wizard in the country is no big deal, but they have no right to interrogate a high-ranking British official from Wisconsin.

"And are your procedures legal, Miss Piccoli?" Hermione continued William's question.

She was a little annoyed that her date had been abruptly interrupted.

According to Article 6 of the International Code of Magical Law, cross-border law enforcement requires registration with the UK International Office of Magical Law.

Then, they acted together, accompanied by British Aurors. I don't think I saw any British Aurors.

Does this mean you actually only had a tourist visa? The British Ministry of Magic didn't even know you were here.

"..."

Piqueli felt a chill run down his spine.

She did apply for a tourist visa, because the Magical Congress of the United States did not authorize her; she came secretly.

She just wanted to use her Auror status to scare the two young wizards and get them to ask her what she wanted to know.

But this little witch in front of her seemed to know more than she did, and in just a few words, she brought up the illegal things.

Are you two devils?

Do you usually talk about these kinds of things when you're on a date?

Why be a little wizard? Go run for Minister of Magic right now!

Piqueli suddenly felt very wronged. She was just a young girl who had traveled across the ocean to a foreign country.

First, he was tricked by the old man into becoming a bar girl, and then he was completely bewildered by the two little wizards.

Is she going to be captured by the Dementors as a spy?

Seeing that the witch was lost in thought again, William and Hermione turned and left.

"Wait... sir, I'm here for Mr. Scamander," Piqueli said hastily.

William and Hermione stopped in their tracks.

"Some time ago, the Magical Congress of the United States was attacked, and a dark wizard stole Mr. Scamander's things."

According to the investigation, it was likely carried out by Zhe Qian, one of the purgatory officials.

William turned around and nodded strangely. "I've heard a little about it."

He had more than just heard rumors; Professor Barbling was the one who did it.

Unexpectedly, she shifted the blame to the purgers... making them take the fall.

Wonderful!

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