Forget

Qiu Chuan came in alone.A thin-looking man in black.At this time, he was curled up, not daring to move.Qiu stepped on his shoulder with one foot, swinging something that looked like a work permit in his hand, and lost his temper angrily: "Come out to listen to the corner with your ID? You guys are very good at playing?! You Run, run again! Do you think I can't catch you? Can't I even catch the golden snitch?!"

"What's going on?" The people in the living room hurried out, and Hermione frowned. "Who is this?"

"Don't mention it. I just went out last night. Before I had gone far, I saw this guy hiding in the bushes and sneaking around. I called him, and he turned around and ran away." Qiu bitterly Kicked at him. "He ran very fast, so I didn't do anything all night and just chased him." Qiu handed Hermione the work card in his hand. "It came out of him. It looks like something from the Ministry of Magic. I just don't know if it's true or not?"

Hermione took the "work permit" and looked at it, frowning.She went around these people to close the door, and gave Harry a wink, Harry understood, took the handcuffs and handcuffed the guy.

"I haven't bought anything to eat yet, I guess Miss Zhang is quite tired." Pan Xi said suddenly. "But I still have to trouble you to go with me again, I can't have nothing to eat."

Of course Qiu understood what Pansy meant. If the guy she caught was really from the Ministry of Magic, then the two "outsiders" seemed to have no reason to listen to the following conversation.She just didn't expect Pan Xi to be such a considerate person, so she nodded and agreed.

"What's going on?" Harry asked after the two of them had gone out.

"It's true." Hermione handed Harry the ID.Squat down and drag that person up. "Don't pretend to be dead! Tell me! Who sent you here?"

Harry took the certificate, and suddenly found out that this person's job was a Ministry of Magic special agent.He couldn't help frowning too.The Special Affairs Department is also a relatively special department, not everyone has the right to transfer the work of special agents.

"I'm on official duty, so I can't tell you casually." The man was stubborn. "I request to contact the Director of Special Affairs."

"The official duties of the Special Affairs Department came to my door. I'm afraid it will be of no use for you to contact your director." Harry took a chair and sat across from him. He motioned for Hermione to back away first, with a gloomy face. "How about I contact the Minister of Magic for you directly?"

The man's face suddenly changed, and he said tremblingly with a pale face, "You... I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's fine if you don't know." Harry put his arm on the armrest, resting his hand on his cheek, and said expressionlessly. "Why don't I take a guess?—Or you tell me directly, what benefits did the Minister give you?"

"I don't understand..." The man bowed his head. "I'm just performing the tasks assigned by the department, you have no right to ask..."

Harry kicked him directly in the heart, interrupting his words abruptly.Immediately grabbed his collar and forced him to look up into his eyes: "You were sent to monitor my every move, and now you can sneak into the house to see me as you wish, you should be happy, is it possible that you still Do you really think that I will let you go without saying anything?" Harry's voice became a little deeper, and the strong coercion was overwhelming, and the man's teeth began to chatter. "Perhaps you should know that every action of the Special Affairs Department will be reported to the Auror Command. As for a 'special mission' like yours that has not been reported, it will fail if it fails. I can make you disappear forever It will make the Special Affairs Department never dare to pursue this matter. Why don't we try it?"

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This "interrogation" did not last long. Harry contacted Julie, and soon an Auror came and secretly brought this person back. Harry looked in a good mood: "Have they not come back yet?"

"Is this how you usually work?" Hermione looked Harry up and down, even though this guy had the name of the savior on his head, in her impression he was just a reckless big boy who couldn't do his homework well.She was suddenly exposed to such a good show today, so she was inevitably a little dazed. "I really didn't see that you... uh... so scary."

"That's when you haven't seen Ron work, it's even scarier. He taught me this." Harry casually blamed his good friend, but he was very innocent. "I can't help it. The Death Eaters captured are all vicious. If they are more vicious than them, nothing can be interrogated."

"So what did you find out?" Hermione asked.

"Didn't you hear?" Harry wondered. "I remember that the soundproofing of the room downstairs is not that good."

"I covered my ears," Hermione replied perfunctorily. "Didn't hear."

"You can't do this, you can't do the work of an Auror at all." Harry said seriously.

"I don't want to be an Auror again!" Hermione retorted him. "The limit of the work I can accept is the Wizengamot...and I don't want to do it either!"

"Oh..." Harry nodded, a little regretfully. "But you don't even dare to look at Auror's work, so much information has to be told to you before you know it, it's easy to be distorted."

"It's up to you!" Hermione blushed and threatened him. "Are you going to tell me or not? What happened to that man?"

"He is..." Harry was about to say when Qiu's voice came from outside.

"Looks like it's over for you guys." Cho and Pansy packed a lot of things. "Come and help, we bought a month's supply, and it's sinking to death."

Harry and Hermione rushed to help.Taking advantage of the commotion in the room, Harry suddenly leaned into Hermione's ear and asked, "So, do you want to be the Minister of Magic?"