Chapter 1234 ?

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

And Hector Foley only felt that his feet were weak and his face was pale. Not only was Harris caught him talking with the pure blood who opposed them, but he found out that Harris was able to come to the door before. Because of the information provided by the two female half-hags he just met, they were standing outside the door at this time, holding a small rattling purse in their hands and smiling uglyly at the Ministry of Magic.

The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Len Harris, strode towards this corner, followed by strikers in Ministry of Magic uniforms, each holding a Firebolt, aggressively pushing away and trying to ask The Harpy waitress blocked the bar and blocked the people in the bar in a fan shape.

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

The original function of these strikers is more like policemen or soldiers in the wizarding world or the current patrol Aurors than Aurors like secret agents. They were originally trained to conduct criminal investigations of black magic and arrest or detain them. Dark wizards and witches, they are often assigned to the front line against crime.

Before the Auror reform and development, this industry was still relatively popular with wizards. Although it also required training and internships, it did not require the three-year training period of the old Aurors. Even for interns, their starting salary is seven hundred gold Galleons per month. The Ministry of Magic will also equip them with broomsticks and have a bed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness exclusively for this department.

It's just that now their functions have been replaced by Aurors. Although they have not been banned because of the relationship with the Law Enforcement Department, the reorganized Aurors have absorbed elite strikers and only maintained a small scale, basically When I came out to perform tasks, I was only responsible for tasks or patrols within the Ministry of Magic.

However, when Lun came out this time, he brought these armed forces of his own, but this was a good opportunity for these suffocated wizards. Everyone cheered up and looked aggressive.

As the boss, Mr. Foley immediately stood up. He pretended not to notice the atmosphere, and greeted himself with a smile on his face: "Director Harris, what brought you here? I recently returned from the England Quidditch National Team." Another batch of retired mascots have been taken over and they are playing well, listen?"

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

"Sit down, please... Seroper, help me serve wine to these directors." Foley was a little more relaxed because of Lunn's tone, and he glanced at Old Nott and Bobin who were standing aside. Satisfied with the act of daring to speak? Then he greeted a familiar beater behind Len,

"Huh? Mr. Peasegood? It's been too long since you've come to my place for a drink, to see you dress up... so it's true that you've completed your transition from amnesticist to batterer?"

"Let that beautiful waiter of yours stop pouring us drinks...I'll bring my colleagues over for drinks after get off work." Arnold Pisgood patted Mr. Foley on the shoulder enthusiastically? Then he looked at the silent man The two guests who came to the bar first? "Today we have business..."

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

Knowing that he couldn't hide, Popin forced a smile: "Director Harris? I wonder if the Ministry of Magic needs our help?"

The old Nott was as flustered as Bobin? But the old Nott maintained his posture and forced himself to lean on the sofa: "Director Harris, I am old, and I have been in the convalescent department of St. Mungo's Hospital...just yesterday. I was discharged from the hospital today and just came to the bar for a drink... This may be the last few times I have come to the bar in my life, I don't know why Director Harris brought so many people here for...won't it be to find me?"

Lun glanced at Old Nott? He seemed to say something insignificant in the tone of his daily chat: "The Department of Magical Law Enforcement received a tip from Mr. Foley, saying that he had captured two Death Eaters who funded death. A member of the wizarding family? Is doing some dangerous contraband dealing in his pub."

Popin was taken aback, and stared at Mr. Foley in horror? Nott pressed her hand and shook his head at her, baring his teeth like a hyena? "Director Harris? There are so many people here... I don't see any Who is dealing in contraband."

"Director Harris...don't be joking..." Mr. Foley was stunned for a while, then tried to laugh and said, "Director Harris, all the people sitting here are law-abiding citizens. .”

The batter Alastor Gamboyle standing behind Lun glanced at his superior, then pulled out a notepad from his pocket, and began to record with a pen while reading loudly and clearly: "Hector Fowler Mr. Lee believes that wizards who trade contraband to make money to fund You-Know-Who are good citizens who abide by the law."

"Uh...Director Harris..." Foley, who was sitting half sideways beside Lun, turned even paler, and his hands under the sleeves of his magic robe were tightly clenched, "The Foley family has nothing to do with the mysterious man , for Sirius' sake, please don't make things difficult for me..."

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

Nott's face turned cold, and he put his hands in his pockets in a serious tone: "I want to find lawyers and media reporters to expose your framing."

"Harris, are you going to frame him?" Foley showed some patriarchal aura because of his distant cousin, "What kind of evidence is this? I say you are useless."

"I said mine is useful." Lun's eyes met Foley's, and he stood up with a snap. Soon, there was a petrification spell, followed by a disarm.

Both Mr. Foley and Nott were unguarded, Annette Poppins was frightened and cried, and Lun smiled and retracted his wand and stopped hitting.

At this moment, Foley's arms snapped against his sides, his legs were stiff, his upper and lower jaws were locked together, and he couldn't speak, only his eyes were rolling, and old Nott was old and disarmed The very act of throwing the wand out after the spell had struck had strained his muscles.

Then, under Mr. Foley's surprised and angry eyes, Lun picked up the bottle of poison leopard gas he brought on the table, stuffed it directly into the pocket of Foley's magic robe, and immediately lifted the spell.

"The report was written before I came..." Lun didn't blink his eyes, and his tone was gentle, "Azkaban has returned to normal now, just short of the first batch of guests, and the smuggling of contraband is enough for you to stay there for a long time .”

"Mr. Foley, it seems that I won't be able to bring my colleagues over for drinks until you come out of Azkaban." Arnold Pisgood still had that warm and hearty smile.

After a brief pause.

"Sorry..." The smile on Mr. Foley's face became distorted and bitter, he glanced at the other two who were ashen-faced, and then looked at the waitress who was standing beside him, who didn't dare to move because of the hitter, "Seroper... "

The mixed-race waitress let out a bird cry, and the siren harpies who were playing the fife on the stage in the distance changed their faces instantly. With its body, bird wings and bronze claws, the monster regained its ancient wildness in an instant, and began to flap its wings towards Old Nott and Bobin to fly at high speed.

The monsters knocked over the wine glasses and bottles, and the sound of ping-pong-pong and the screams of witches sounded in the bar.

"Little Hector, this is because of your incident with Sirius... so that you can use this to draw a line between people who shouldn't be with you." Lun adjusted his glasses, "Be gentle... I The report says the Foleys just caught two criminals."