Chapter 62 Waiting

Scrimgeour turned his attention to Xing Zezai. He looked at the young man like a lion looking at its prey.

"My familiar is interesting," he said, suspiciously.

When he saw the crystal ball on the table, Xing Ze knew that Scrimgeour would definitely ask about that.

"It's not about making a demon. It's a liquid metal puppet that can change human form. It's the latest oriental technology."

Scrimgeour frowned and did not dwell on the issue any further, "Well, he just wants to know what we are doing there?"

"Then he also wanted to ask," John said, "Are we, a group of Aurors, having a dance?"

"It seems that he is asking for trouble. Take them east and find a therapist." Scrimgeour ordered decisively. He probably realized that he could not find out anything from those two people.

John straightened up and glared at Delis, who was trying to stop him. "He advised me not to do that, Rufus. Those old guys from the Department of Mysteries are not so easy to shut up."

Scrimgeour laughed disdainfully, "He thought that no one would care about a drunkard in Knockturn Alley. As for me, my name is Xing Zefu. He thinks that I also need a good rest."

"He really needs a rest." Xing Ze felt his lips tremble slightly, and symptoms of excessive consumption of magic power began to appear.

John originally wanted to say a few harsh words, but after seeing his companion's face, he gave up that idea. He warned Delis fiercely: "Hey, don't touch him, big guy, he will leave on his own.

Before walking out of the basement room, Xing Ze glanced at the red-black-haired woman standing in the corner. She was also observing Xing Ze. Their eyes met, and neither of them had any intention of moving away. But before, the woman reluctantly turned her head away.

After the two of them walked out of the basement, Scrimgeour stood up and cast a silencing spell. He looked at the two remaining people - Kingsley and the black-haired woman.

"Director Scrimgeour, if you don't stop them, Coco will die outside." The black-haired woman said.

"He knew, Tonks." Scrimgeour nodded, "That's why he didn't make things difficult for them and hired a therapist."

"Should that operation be kept secret?" Kingsley said. "Why did the Oil Gang ambush them?"

None of the three kept silent, and after a pause Scrimgeour reluctantly surmised: "The operation has been leaked."

"By whom?" Kingsley asked, but it was more like saying to himself, "They were the only ones who knew about that operation."

"What's up with Bu Xin? They've all been tricked." Scrimgeour said with a sullen face, "He needs someone he can trust to go to the Colosseum."

"Here he goes," Tonks said with her leg half raised.

Scrimgeour obviously had no intention of letting her go, "It's too dangerous. Is there another trap to the east? I've done enough, go back to school. Leave it to them to pick up the east."

"Hey, Director, I can't use him up and throw him away like garbage."

"Don't get excited, Tonks. Does he seem to be such an inhumane person? He left me a letter of recommendation, which will help me get admitted to the Auror exam in the future."

A letter of recommendation from the current head of the Auror Office would indeed be more useful than a school transcript.

She could either obediently abandon everything and leave Dongfang, or she could disobey Dongfang and continue investigating Dongfang. Tonks weighed the pros and cons in her mind.

"The director is right, kid, I will leave soon." Kingsley also advised, "He will go east with Delis."

"Be careful, Kingsley."

Kingsley nodded and said to Tonks: "Okay, let him send me off, kid."

…

The therapist looked like he had a new leg, but Xing Ze concluded after observing that he was not very skilled in using magical sutures, at least much worse than Weber.

"I know, boy, it's rude for a man to stare at a woman."

"He knows." Xing Ze stuffed his entire body into the sofa so that his whole body could relax.

The owner of the fast food restaurant kindly gave up the employee lounge. His youngest daughter was studying at Hogwarts, and his eldest son had graduated and found a clerical job at the Ministry of Magic.

"Do you need anything?" he asked earnestly.

"If I had wine, he would be... stupid now!" John howled.

The new leg therapist hurried to stop the east leg. He asked again: "Can you use some anesthetic, sir?" This time he was almost begging.

"No, rookie, keep sewing, it's nothing. The anesthetic will make his brain dull." John gritted his teeth and said, "Give him some wine, kind boss, otherwise his screams will definitely scare me. Guest's.

"Of course, sir, he'll go and get it."

‘Remove good whiskey. "John said to the boss's back.

"Alcohol will also make my brain dull." Xing Ze corrected in a daze. He felt very tired now, but the new therapist did not bring any potion to restore magic power.

He must have arrived in a hurry, as one of the Aurors on guard had dragged him there from St. Mungo's in just five minutes.

"Won't he believe my lies, boy? Drinking has always made him sober." John curled his lips, "They had endless conversations before. If I look at that girl, he suggests sending flowers, and she sees Looks like someone who likes flowers.”

"He was just observing her and confirming some things."

"Has anyone ever told me I'm boring, boy."

"Quite a bit."

"Ah, please help me. Why are all his partners freaks? I just said I have a familiar?"

"Liquid metal puppet, the latest simulated multi-element alloy added to the magic reconstruction engraving, using the latest..." Xing Ze began to talk nonsense seriously.

"Okay, okay, I look like those crazy people in the Magic Research Institute now." John interrupted Xing Ze in time.

"I asked him."

"It's his fault." John begged for mercy, he turned his head to look at the therapist, sighed, "Those Aurors must know something, they can't be trapped there."

"Is there anything I should pay attention to?" Xing Ze asked helplessly.

"If I hadn't compromised so quickly just now, they wouldn't have done this."

Xing Ze exhaled a long breath and said: "He has very little magic left. My back was scratched by a werewolf and needs treatment to prevent infection. Besides, there were a lot of Aurors staring at them covetously at that time."

"Then at least we should get some information from them."

"He doesn't think they know more than they do."

"But they are one step ahead of them now." John said, "I've been to the Colosseum. Is there anything worth noting there?"

"It's the Colosseum."

"Damn it!"

"Relax, J, since things are out of their control, let it go for now."

John was a little confused about the young man. He was trying his best to chase the prey the second before, but now he lay on the sofa like a dead fish, like an old man who was about to be choked to death by saliva.

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