The Gentlemen's Final Trial

After Tonks left, Sam, who had been warmly attending to the two young customers, immediately showed his true colors.

He took off his coat, loosened his tie, and pulled open the buttons at the collar of his white shirt.

"It's choking me to death!"

Vincent was utterly speechless.

Compared to goods, inferior ones had to be thrown away; compared to people, inferior ones had to die.

His standards were simply too high.

"What?" Sam sauntered over lazily and picked up a plate of barely touched pastries.

"She's only just become an Auror. Of course she has to work hard to prove herself."

"Ah..." Vincent sighed helplessly.

"You think everyone's like you?

Tonks genuinely loves being an Auror. You saw how upset she was just now."

Unable to gain her superiors' recognition, she could only remain posted on Diagon Alley South Street.

Sam swallowed the pastry in his mouth after barely chewing it.

"Your Ministry of Magic is far too old-fashioned. There aren't many Aurors who complete all their training in two years."

He shot the wanted poster a contemptuous look.

"That Auror who came to put this thing up even claimed to be a squad captain. His magic didn't look as good as either of the two at your house."

No matter how bad he was, his Shield Charm should have been decent, right?

"I casually cast a Disarming Spell, and he went flying." Sam sat down smugly.

"If he hadn't said he was bringing you over, this thing never would have gone up."

Vincent twitched at the corner of his mouth. "I think you should pack your bags and flee overnight."

"Impossible." Sam shrugged indifferently. "I've already beaten that kid into submission."

Was that something an Auror who had received the Magical Congress Medal of Honor could say?

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