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 House-elf and went begging at Hogwarts... 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 shorn 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 resold it and immediately broke even.
Killing two birds with one stone.
Absolutely 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 Hog's Head was Professor Dumbledore's brother; he'd never mentioned it before."
Walking down the street, Hermione couldn't help but say.
William pulled out the Deluminator and said, "I've never heard the professor mention it either, but I know he had a sister named Ariana. This Deluminator 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 nothing else.
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 kind of thing could 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, blushing as she took a step back. She said shyly, "Someone's watching us."
William turned around helplessly. The United States 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 worst 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 Auror from the Magical Congress of the United States of America."
The witch produced her official identification, which featured her event photos and a striking United States eagle emblem.
MACUSA.
Mera Picquery
United States of America
The Magical Congress.
"As an United States Auror, I have some questions for you... Mr. Stark."
William whistled. "Miss Picquery, this is United Kingdom. It's not quite appropriate for you, United States Auror, to question me like this."
This operation looks familiar...
Didn't William do something similar in France?
So this girl in front of me is still too green. No one understands how to enforce the law across borders better William.
His tone grew colder as he said, "I will not accept your inquiry, Miss Auror."
Don't even mention this; this is United Kingdom. Even in United States, you have no right to question me... We're not equals."
"What do you mean?" Picquery frowned.
She knew that the two young wizards in front of her were very famous, incredibly famous; she had even heard of them in United States.
But fame does not equate to privilege.
William chuckled:
"I am the Youth Representative of the Wizengamot United Kingdom Wizengamot, with written authorization from Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."
Abroad, this is equivalent to Wizengamot United Kingdom its rights, and is reasonable and legal.
Do you know Cregan, the head of the France Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? He's far superior to you!
I chatted and laughed with him.
Do you think you, an ordinary United States Auror, have the right to interrogate me?
"If we really want to talk, at least your 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 even after the matter was over, he still showed no intention of revoking or withdrawing it... so it still has legal effect.
Picquery was rendered speechless; she was just Auror, equivalent to United States weasel.
Accidentally killing a black wizard in one's own country is no big deal, but they have no right to interrogate high-ranking United Kingdom officials in Wizengamot.
"And are your procedures legal, Miss Picquery?" Hermione continued, picking up where William left off.
She was a little annoyed that her date had been abruptly interrupted.
According to Article 6 of the "International Magical Law Common Guidelines," cross-border law enforcement requires registration with the United Kingdom's International Magical Law Office.
Then, they acted together, accompanied by the United Kingdom Auror. I don't think I saw United Kingdom Auror.
Does this mean you actually only had a tourist visa? The United Kingdom Ministry of Magic didn't even know you were here.
"..."
Picquery felt a chill run down his spine.
She did apply for a tourist visa, because the Magical Congress of the United States of America 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 on dates?
Forget being a little wizard, go run for Minister for Magic right now!
Picquery 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 young wizards.
Is she going to be captured by the Dementor 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," Picquery said hastily.
William and Hermione stopped in their tracks.
"Some time ago, the Magical Congress of the United States of America was attacked, and a dark wizard stole Mr. Scamander's things."
According to the investigation, it may have been the work of Scourers.
William turned around and nodded strangely. "I've heard a little about it."
He had more than just heard rumors; Professor Babbling was the one who orchestrated this whole thing.
Unexpectedly, she shifted the blame to the Scourers... making them take the fall.
Brilliant!
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