I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Margaery led Rove, rushed out of the wizard port with a kick of the accelerator, and drove away roaring, away from the officials of the Magic Congress who were reviewing.

Americans like pickup trucks, even Margery, but Rove's attention is not on this, but on...

Running away so arrogantly, no one stopped them, and no wizard chased them, Rove looked confused.

I'll take you to stage a great escape on New York Boulevard soon, avoiding the pursuit of the Aurors, are you afraid? Margaret asked with a bright smile.

Have you watched too much Hollywood? Rove rolled his eyes and asked, What's going on, why didn't anyone stop us?

The answer is in my jacket pocket...you find it yourself.

Rove reached into the pockets on both sides of the female police uniform, but found nothing.

above!

Rove glanced upwards, and there were many small pockets scattered around the chest of Margaery's clothes, so he had no choice but to dig out one by one.

Seeing that Rove was so cautious, Margaret laughed coquettishly, and her branches trembled. She finally stopped laughing, and the girl asked again in a tired voice:

Have you touched it?

Rove's cheeks were hot, and he took a deep breath, ignoring Margaret's question. Fortunately, after a lot of groping and tossing, he finally found a work certificate.

He took it out, and when he opened it, he saw a photo of Margaery's activities and a striking American Eagle logo:

MACUSA.

United States of America,

Magic Congress.

Rove looked at the certificate carefully and made sure it wasn't fake. He raised his eyebrows and said, You work in the Magic Council? Didn't you say before that the Magic Council...doesn't dogs go?

I don't even think about it. Margaery yawned boredly, and said, But Ilvermorny has a rule that all students who are about to enter the seventh grade must find a job during the summer vacation.

Which position are you intern at?

you guess.

Rove stared at the work certificate, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment and said: Wand license office?

No wonder those wizards didn't stop them for inspection, it turned out that they were all Margaret's colleagues...one of their own!

It's not too stupid. Margaery giggled, It seems that you have been to Hogwarts for two years, and you haven't been taught to be an idiot by that bottom school.

Margaery, Hogwarts is not as bad as you said.

Rove, don't refute my words. What you have to do now is try to please me. Margaret smiled triumphantly, squinting her eyes:

Your wand license is issued by me, and your box is also checked by me. Others can't find the problem, but I can!

Once I give feedback, you will be listed as a key observation target by the Magic Congress, and you may be deported... Do you understand?

...

Rove seriously suspected that Margery deliberately endured boredom and went to the wand license office for an internship just in order to be able to examine him.

Just make dumplings just for the vinegar... This crazy woman can do such a thing!

Is it okay to just leave like this? Doesn't count as your absenteeism? Rove asked curiously, Be careful with deducting your salary and giving you a low score in the internship evaluation.

A few days ago, I gave up my rotation and worked a lot of overtime for them, so today I rest early, and no one will gossip.

Margaery suddenly became angry and said:

I didn't have to work overtime, but you didn't fail to arrive on time, which caused me to come to the pier every day to wait for you until late at night!

Getting used to being bullied by Margaery, Rove was a little touched for a while, and he couldn't get used to it... This distant sister, who looks crazy on weekdays, is actually pretty good.

But Margaery's next sentence made Rove withdraw this evaluation.

Rove, how do you plan to compensate me? Margaery winked and said in a tired voice:

Be a house elf for me in the summer vacation and serve me every day, okay? It's okay, I allow you to wear clothes.

...

Rove's cheeks were hot, and he quickly opened the window. When the wind blew, he woke up a little bit. The boy argued:

Actually, it has nothing to do with me. It's the flight delay caused by the captain of the Mayflower, Carlos.

A lot of things happened along the way, and it's all his fault... He still has 30 years of driving experience. I think it's three years at most.

Captain Carlos? Margery raised her eyebrows, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Where are we going now? Rove watched as the pickup turned onto Fifth Avenue.

Go to the Magical Congress of America building. Margaery explained, Tell my dad, I've got you.

My dad has been nagging recently, saying that you don't come back for summer vacation...you are like your own son.

Margaery's father is the head of the Auror office in the Magic Congress, and her mother is the editor-in-chief of the New York Ghost.

Grandma Queenie is retired and Grandpa Jacob still runs a bakery.

Are you going to the Magic Congress in this suit? Rove looked up and down the uniform on Margaery, and said, Can we change it?

What's the matter, isn't it good-looking? Margaery showed a dangerous smile, and raised her beautiful eyebrows.

Good-looking is very good-looking, but... the boy wanted to say, not very serious, especially since the two of them were still handcuffed, it seemed even more strange.

This is the clothes specially prepared for you by my sister. I thought you liked this style. Margaery looked 'disappointed'.

Where do I like it?

I see that the walls of your box are covered with handcuffs and leather whips.

That's for dealing with magical creatures! Rove argued.

Margaery blinked, she smiled sweetly, hooked her fingers and said:

I still have a nurse's outfit and a workplace office worker's hip skirt in the car. Which one do you want to see? I'll change it for you in the car right now?

...

If it wasn't for sitting in the car, Rove would have run away in a hurry. It wasn't that he was thin-skinned, but that Margaret was too powerful, and he couldn't stand this crazy woman at all.

Oh, it's only been two years, so I'm shy. Margaery laughed suddenly, pointed at Rove with her finger, and said with a playful smile:

Xiao Luofu, why are you shy? When you were young, I used to change your diapers. You are five or six years old, and you still wet the bed... You ran to my bed and insisted on sleeping with me. Will you become shy now?

Get out! Rove said angrily, Why don't you tell me, you made it wet by secretly splashing water!

Rove traveled over and had all the memories of his predecessor, and the content about Margaery was a painful past that could not be recalled:

Margaery sprinkled water on his bed and told everyone he wet it.

She also hugged him to pee, and played him twittering.

Margaret taught Rove, who was just a few years old, to write the word shit. She pointed to a piece of candy, told him it was shit, and then gave him the candy to eat.

Rove finally pointed to the word shit, and told Newt that he wanted to eat it... Desperately missing.

Rove had some natural fear of this crazy woman, most of which came from the personal torture in his memory.

Rove stopped talking to Margery, he opened the car cabinet, trying to find out if there were really those strange uniforms on the car... Hurry up and throw it in the trash can.

Wear it for Rove? Wrong, Yirov knew about Margaery, and it was more likely that she forced the boy to wear those clothes!

But unexpectedly, Rove found a gun in the corner.

Why do you still have a gun in your car? The young man looked confused.

Margaret rested her cheek with one hand, and asked casually:

Our Ilvermorny students can't use wands when they leave school, so everyone has a gun... This thing is much better than a wand.

I suggest you get one too, the No-Maj world in America is full of guns, and getting a gun is easier than getting a wand.

You're banned from using a wand, but you can carry a gun without violating the secrecy laws.

...

Rove twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that this is really an old beauty!

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