Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Apache grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the small fireplace, and soon a flaming head appeared.

"This is the Paris Carriage Headquarters, Carriage No. 7, please state your purpose." A soft female voice came from inside.

Apache glanced at the door behind him, lowered his voice, and said excitedly to the customer service lady:

"The two major criminals pursued by the Ministry of Magic are in our carriage... right now!"

The customer service lady froze for a moment, her voice hurriedly said: "Are you sure?"

"Can't be more sure!"

The other party hesitated for five seconds and said again: "I will immediately contact the Ministry of Magic and let them connect to your fireplace through the Floo network."

The flame disappeared, and Apache waited anxiously for two minutes, and the flame in the fireplace lit up again.

No longer a little sister, replaced by a middle-aged man.He calmly said, "I am Auror Odom of the Ministry of Magic, who are you?"

Apache kept shaking his hands and said excitedly: "Mr. Auror, I am the conductor Apache, this one next to me..."

Odom interrupted impatiently: "Your headquarters contacted the Ministry of Magic and said, you saw our wanted criminal--"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Auror." Apache said happily, not caring about the other party's rudeness:

"I compared the newspaper photos. It was the two of them, a man and a woman, young, like a couple. They are still..."

"Is the culprit in your carriage right now?" Odom interrupted again: "Please answer yes or no directly!"

"Yes."

"Can they hear you talking to me? Yes or no."

"No! There are doors covering—"

"Where are you sending them?"

"Avenue Lyon."

"Which location or building?"

"They didn't say, they just told us that when we got there, they would let us park."

Odom hesitated for a while, then asked, "Where are you now?"

"It has passed through Place Vendôme." The driver Russell, like a map of Gaode, quickly reported points.

"We will arrive at the Tuileries Garden in two minutes; in five minutes, we will reach the Arc de Triomphe; ten minutes later, we will pass by the Jude Bohm National Museum; fifteen minutes later, we will arrive at the Louvre.

If you send an Auror now, as long as the Apparition appears at the next intersection, you will soon..."

Odom hesitated for a moment, and refused: "Don't stop, don't slow down, until you reach the Boulevard de Lyon. We will send the Auror to ambush there immediately. We have our own plan."

"But, Mr. Auror..." Apache became impatient.

"It's nothing, they are just little wizards, they are dangerous at all, don't be afraid!" Odom's voice was low.

Hearing the harsh tone of the other party, Apache shrank his head.

He couldn't help but slandered: "Didn't you say in the newspaper that the other party is dangerous?"

Now it's the little wizard to comfort him, isn't it dangerous at all?

Lie!

"I want you to watch them both, not to show any abnormalities." Odom cautioned carefully.

"If Stark takes that girl Apparition, you have to follow behind..."

"But, sir, I can't Apparate, I didn't get a certificate."

"...Then don't show anything abnormal! The contact here will not be broken, keep in touch at any time."

"I see." Apache trembling, asked again: "Mr. Auror, the bonuses mentioned in the news..."

"As long as we catch them, you will not be lost at all!" Odom said impatiently.

Odom left the fireplace, and Krigan, the chief of the law enforcement department next to him, showed a small smile on his cold face.

"Finally there is news from Stark." Clegane whispered: "It's not in vain that I withstood so much pressure and issued a national wanted for a Merlin Medal winner.

Especially the little wizard in England."

To put it bluntly, if this thing is screwed up, Clegane's political career is probably over.

After all, the other party is not an ordinary wizard, but a genius with some reputation in the UK and even internationally...not to mention just fourteen years old.

But as long as you find Scamander's box and successfully convict the Englishman, his reputation in the country will be greatly shaken, and it is not impossible to become the next minister.

"Sir, why don't we just wait at the intersection where the carriage passed and stop Stark?" Odom paused.

"The conductor is obviously an idiot. I'm afraid he will show a flaw. Stark will apparate and leave with the girl."

"No, the little wizard can't perform magic outside the school." Krigan shook his head."He will not apparate in front of the conductor. That will leave a handle."

"But he has already used a lot of magic, and he may have used compound decoction illegally!"

"Yes, we all know, but do you have any evidence?" Clegane exasperated.

"Stark registered his wand as soon as he arrived in Paris. The Wand Licensing Office has detected his wand. Have you ever used magic?"

"No." Odom became weak.Xuanxuan Book Bar www.xuanxuanbook.com

"Stark left the hotel with a second-year little witch, entered the scene where Scamander was attacked, and then quietly left, disappearing completely.

During the whole process, who of you saw him perform magic?"

Odom shook his head in shame, what the director said was the truth, but the more so, the more they seemed incompetent.

Being played around by a minor wizard, the French Auror has never been so incompetent.

"So, thinking about a person should start with what he does." Krigan said seriously:

"Stark will not leave us a handle, I obviously underestimated the kid.

'The youngest Merlin Medal winner'... I thought at first that he was just lucky, but now it seems that I was wrong, a big mistake."

Odom was taken aback. It was the first time he heard the director admit that he was wrong.

"Send all the Aurors immediately and lie in Lyon Avenue. Our target has never been Stark, but Scamander's box.

Since he has gone there, the box is probably there too.

We must find and convict Scamander, otherwise we will become a French joke internationally.Clegane ordered.

At this time, another Auror hurried over, and he whispered: "Sir, something happened."

"What's the matter?" Clegane asked.

"A lot of dementors were found near the northern coastline."

"Dementor?" Clegane frowned."They weren't staying in Azkaban, how did they get to France?"

"At the moment... it's unclear, but the other party looks very arrogant and has attacked several Muggles."

"What are these British guys doing?" Clegane said angrily:

"A Scamander and a Stark have already made us mess around, and sent a dementor...Do you really treat me France as his back garden in England?

Immediately expel the dementors, and then protest to the International Federation of Wizards, requesting sanctions on the stupid British Ministry of Magic!"

The Auror froze for a moment, turned and left, as if he was about to write a letter of protest.

Odom on the side couldn't help muttering inwardly:

"If the protest was useful, there would be no Grindelwald and Voldemort.

What's more, the president of the federation is the great Dumbledore...he is the damn British guy."

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The horse-drawn carriage is running fast on Voltaire Boulevard.

William turned his face and looked at the scenery outside the window.He can see the facade of the famous Road Race Art Museum.

As the line of sight continued to move, the ancient Ramses obelisk appeared, which was the symbol of the Jude Bohm National Gallery.

Hermione tilted her head and leaned on William's shoulder, following the boy, staring blankly at the scenery outside the carriage.

But Hermione was thinking about other things: It would be great if the carriage could run like this for a lifetime.

The cockpit door was opened, and the conductor came out.

Hermione was startled by the sound of the door opening, and raised her head slightly.

Apache quickly closed the door, found a place to sit down, and fiddled with his radio.

Hermione looked around and stood up suddenly from the chair, as if she had just remembered something.

"Oh, Merlin, William!" She turned to look at him, her face pale.

Apache stared nervously at the "extremely dangerous" fugitive.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then stubbornly said in her crappy French that was worth five nats:

"William, we... have found the wrong place!"

"Huh?" William looked at the girl in confusion.

Hermione clasped William's hand tightly, her eyes flashing firm.

"No! We shouldn't go to Lyon Avenue, we should go..."

Hermione couldn't remember how the Louvre was speaking in French, so she pointed to the glass pyramid slowly emerging in the distance.

"The Louvre?" William reminded in French.

"Yes, we should go to the Louvre..."

"Scamander's box was left in the Louvre!" Hermione said in half-baked French.

"I swear by the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, I'm pretty sure!"

William frowned... Does the Ministry of Magic have a reputation?

Isn't that stuff like Fudge's ethics, it's all broken?

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