This Hogwarts is not normal

Sunday morning,

05: 30.

A particularly strange figure appeared on Oxford Street.

He was standing by the streetlight outside Building 139, the corners of his mouth under the cloak almost reaching his ears.

The deposit is 300 galleons, and there are 700 galleons left after the completion.

Such big-spending employers are rare.

What happened to Wayne?

Evil took a good photo after a meal, and before leaving, one of them came to cast a forgetting spell.

Who knows what he did.

Pulling his wand across the lawn, he pointed lightly at the intricate doorknob.

No difficulty at all.

The largest Muggle weapons dealer in all of Europe?

But that's all!

As if he had returned to his own home, he casually took down the guns hanging on the wall and played with them.

Hei Bu Liuqiu is still tough, and it's faster to throw it out than to pull that damn trigger.

"Does it look good?"

"It's too ugly and has no sense of beauty."

The right hand that hung the gun back on the wall suddenly stopped.

Eric Wayne, the former captain of the Muggle Special Forces, is as big as a troll.

He draws his staff very fast, but the opponent is not slow.

The back of the head was suddenly hit hard, and the next second he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Sam's wide-eyed eyes blinked several times in succession.

Hold the wand backwards, and faint when you hit it hard?

Haven't even seen him yet.

"hetui—hetui cooks like an outsider."

After spitting, they were tied up with white curtains.

After Yin Fulin got up and washed, she walked into the kitchen on the first floor to prepare breakfast as usual.

Open the toast I bought yesterday, spread butter on the slices and put them in the microwave.

Chop some lettuce and ham, place on three modest plates, and do a little finishing touches.

Once the 2 minutes are up, turn on the microwave and remove the toast, all on a plate.

As she went out she called upstairs:

"Mr. Chavez, it's breakfast time!"

Sitting at the dining table, she faintly felt that something was wrong.

Turn your head, everything is normal.

Looking up, nothing unusual.

Bow your head, why is there a mummy lying on the ground?

"Um-"

Yo, not dead, still staring.

"Aha—" Sam yawned, "Auntie, didn't that person downstairs scare you?"

"No."

He looked over in bewilderment, and his eyes immediately widened even wider than before.

Yin Fulin squatted in front of "Mummy Yin" and looked at it with a smile on her hands.

"Auntie, don't you feel scared?"

"No, it's not the first time our family has encountered such a thing."

"Google—" Sam's eyelids twitched wildly, "May I ask, what happened to those wizards before?"

"One was subdued by my son." Yin Fulin suddenly turned her head to look at him,

"The other... looks similar."

"Hmm——" Mr. Mu Naiyin seemed to have something to say.

Sam threw the confiscated wand directly.

It just hit the forehead and almost passed out again.

"Adults talk, children don't interrupt."

"Hmm--" Mr. Mu Naiyin nodded his head vigorously.

Yin Fulin got up and sat back on the chair, her gaze became slightly sympathetic.

Her son can handle the Auror captain of the Magic Congress, and this Auror can easily handle the one in front of him.

"Mr. Mu Naiyin, why don't you come and talk about your purpose for coming to our house?"

Sam's wand flicked slightly, let him sit on the chair opposite, and then untied his mouth.

Mr. Mu Naiyin, who had a small swelling on his forehead, could finally see what the person who knocked him unconscious looked like.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, I haven't heard that there are other wizards named Wayne.

"who are you?"

Sam resisted the urge to hit it again,

"We ask, you answer, understand?"

"Hmm."

Cowarded into such a state, it is even more amateurish than an amateur.

"name."

"Night Demon."

Sam, with veins on his forehead, glared viciously.

"Re-real name?"

"You don't have to say it."

Seeing that the other party shut his mouth, he patted his wand on the dining table,

"Do you have a choice now?"

"Xie Yin! Xie Yin Patel!"

Feeling a bit boring, Yin Fulin picked up a piece of golden toast,

"Mr. Chavez, your efficiency is too slow."

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched, "Auntie, this is how our Aurors work."

"It's not as good as my husband's method." She reluctantly put down the toast in her hand, got up and took down a double-barreled Remington 1889 shotgun.

Fold the barrel, insert two ammunition, and pull the bolt with a "click".

She pointed at Patel's forehead, and the clothes on his back were instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Mr. Mu Naiyin, can we have a good talk?"

"Yes! It must be possible!"

Speechless and choked up, Sam was completely convinced.

Yes, wizards do look down on Muggles.

But that's the case with the wand in hand.

No matter how fast you can recite a mantra and swing your staff, can you pull the trigger faster?

"Mr. Mu Naiyin, may I ask why you came to our house?"

"Someone gave me a sum of Galleons and asked me to come here and play tricks on you."

Yin Fulin shook the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead slightly,

"You are really lucky, Mr. Mu Naiyin.

If my husband hadn't been on a business trip to the Middle East, you would be buried in the backyard by now. "

"I—I—" Patel trembled,

"I don't want to—don't want to die yet."

"That's why I say you're lucky." Yin Fulin put the shotgun on the table and shook her sore wrist.

Sam, who saw this scene, was frightened.

Her behavior clearly shows that she has never used a gun.

In other words, Patel, who is even more amateurish than an amateur, believes that he will definitely not be bluffed.

Yin Fulin rubbed her wrists, then raised the shotgun again,

"Mr. Mu Naiyin, who asked you to play tricks on us?"

The muzzle of the double-barreled gun trembled faintly.

After all, it weighs close to 4 kilograms. She usually lifts pans at most, which weigh less than 1 kilogram.

Even so, Patel, whose forehead was pressed against the muzzle of the gun, seemed even more frightened.

If this accidentally went off, it would be too unjust to die.

"I—I don't know, I received the commission at Knockturn Alley."

"What is Knockturn Alley?"

"Beside Diagon Alley, it's full of wizards like me."

"What is the Night Demon?"

"This is my code name. We usually don't reveal our real name in this industry."

The double-barreled muzzle dangled back and forth between the forehead and the nose.

With a sore wrist, Yin Fulin put the shotgun on the table again,

"That is to say, you don't know anything?"

Patel tensed again,

"Wei—Ms. Wayne, I—I'm just a young man who collects money to do things, and there are other people who really want to harm you!"

Sam wanted to slap himself now.

This method is really easy to use, and even experienced Aurors don't have it.

He laughed at Patel as a layman among laymen, but he didn't know that the real expert was an ordinary housewife.

"Mr. Chavez, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Vincent's harmless smile was originally inherited from her.

"No—no."

Yin Fulin folded the barrel to remove the ammunition, "Then, let's have breakfast."

As soon as Patel relaxed, he met her smiling face head-on.

"Mr. Mu Naiyin, do you want to have some too?"

It is impossible to untie.

Can only watch, not eat?

Devil!

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