Nott's face turned pale when he saw the wizard who led the way and his subordinates behind him. Bobin screamed and began to curl up on the sofa, shivering.
Hector Foley felt his legs go weak and his face turn pale. Not only was he caught by Harris talking to the pureblood who opposed them, but he also realized that the reason why Harris was able to find him was because of the information provided by the two female Onibabas he had just met. They were now standing outside the door, holding a small bag of money in their hands as they squeezed out an ugly smile at the people from the Ministry of Magic.
The director of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, Lunn Harris, strode towards the corner. Following closely behind him were strikers wearing the uniform of the Ministry of Magic, each holding a flaming crossbow. They aggressively pushed away the harpy waitresses who tried to come forward to ask questions, sealed off the bar, and blocked the people in the bar in a fan shape.
This group of highly trained elite strikers was different from the relatively independent Aura who also belonged to the Magical Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic. They were armed forces that directly answered to the orders of the Department of Law Enforcement.
The original function of these strikers was more like the police or soldiers of the magic world, or the patrol Aura, than the special agents of the Aura. They were originally trained to investigate black magic crimes and arrest or detain black wizards and witches. They were often assigned to the frontline to fight against crime.
Before the reform and development of the Aura, this industry was still relatively popular among the wizards. Although they also needed to train and practice, they didn't need the three-year training period of the old Aura. And because they needed to fight, even the interns had a basic salary of 700 gold coins per month. The Ministry of Magic would also equip them with flying brooms and have exclusive beds in the St. Mungo Magic Hospital.
But now their functions had been replaced by the Aura. Although they were not banned because of the Department of Law Enforcement, the reorganized Aura absorbed the elite strikers and only maintained a small scale. They basically didn't come out to carry out missions, and were only responsible for internal missions or patrols within the Ministry of Magic.
But this time, Lunn came out with his own armed forces. But this was a good opportunity for the wizards who were bored out of their minds. Everyone was energized and looked threatening.
As the boss, Mr. Foley immediately stood up. He pretended not to notice the atmosphere and went forward to greet him with a smile. "Director Harris, what brings you here? I recently took over a batch of retired mascots from England's Quidditch national team. They play very well. Do you want to listen? "
Lunn's tone was gentle and polite, "Mr. Foley, I'm sorry for disturbing you today."
"Please, take a seat … Seropo, help me serve wine to these directors." Foley relaxed a little because of Lunn's tone. He glanced at Old Nott and Bobin, who were on the side, and was satisfied that they didn't dare to speak. Then he greeted a familiar striker behind Lunn. "Ah, Mr. Pisgood? You haven't come here for a drink for a long time. Look at your appearance … So the news that you've completed the transformation from a memory salesman to a striker is true? "
"Tell your beautiful waitress not to pour wine for us … I'll bring my colleagues here after work." Arnold Pisgood patted Mr. Foley's shoulder enthusiastically, then looked at the two silent guests who had arrived at the bar first. "We have official business today …"
Lunn pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite them without speaking.
Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, Bobin forced a smile and said, "Director Harris, is there anything the Ministry of Magic needs our help with?"
Old Nott was a little flustered like Bobin, but Old Nott maintained his posture and forced himself to lean on the sofa. "Director Harris, I'm old. I've been in the sanatorium of St. Mungo's Hospital before … I was discharged yesterday. Today, I just came to the bar for a drink … This may be the last few times in my life. I don't know why Director Harris brought so many people here … It's not to look for me, is it?"
Lunn's gaze swept over Old Nott, and he spoke in a casual tone as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "The Magical Law Enforcement Department received a tip from Mr. Foley that he caught two members of the wizard family who sponsored the Death Eaters. They were carrying out some dangerous contraband transactions in his bar."
Bobin was shocked and stared at Mr. Foley in fear. Nott held her hand and shook his head at her, baring his teeth like a hyena. "Director Harris, there are only so many people here … I didn't see anyone carrying out contraband transactions."
"Director Harris … You must be joking …" Mr. Foley was stunned, and he tried to put on a smile and said, "Director Harris, the people sitting here are all law-abiding good citizens."
Alastor Gangboyle, who was standing behind Lunn, glanced at his boss, and then took out a notebook from his pocket. He began to record with a pen while reading loudly and clearly, "Mr. Hector Foley believes that the wizards who use contraband transactions to make money to fund the Mystery Man are law-abiding good citizens."
"Uh … Director Harris …" Foley, who was sitting sideways beside Lunn, turned even paler. His hands under the sleeves of his magic robe were clenched tightly, "The Foley family has nothing to do with the Mystery Man. For the sake of Sirius, please don't make things difficult for me …"
Lunn slowly took out a tightly sealed crystal bottle from the pocket of his magic robe and casually threw it on the table, "A bottle full of poisonous gas from the Poison Sac Leopard's neck. How about this?"
Nott's face turned cold. He put his hand in his pocket and said in a cold tone, "I'm going to find lawyers and media reporters to expose your framing behavior."
"Harris, are you trying to frame me?" Foley took out some of the imposing manner of a family master because of his distant cousin, "What kind of evidence is this? I said it's useless. "
"I said it's useful." Lunn's eyes met with Foley's, and then he stood up with a snap. Very quickly, he cast a Petrification Spell, followed by a Disarm Spell.
Mr. Foley and Nott were all caught off guard, and Annette Bobin was scared to tears. Lunn smiled and withdrew his wand.
At this time, Foley's arms were stuck to his sides, his legs were stiff, his upper and lower gums were locked together, and he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were moving. Old Nott was old, and the action of throwing his wand away after being hit by the Disarm Spell had strained his muscles.
Then, under Mr. Foley's shocked and angry gaze, Lunn picked up the bottle of Poison Sac Leopard's gas he brought on the table, stuffed it directly into the pocket of Foley's magic robe, and then removed the spell.
"I've already written the report before I came …" Lunn's eyes didn't even blink, and his tone was gentle, "Azkaban has now returned to normal, and we're just missing the first batch of guests. Smuggling contraband is enough for you to stay there for a long time."
"Mr. Foley, it seems that I'll have to wait for you to come out of Azkaban before I can bring my colleagues over for a drink again," Arnold Pisgood still had that warm and bright smile on his face.
After a short pause.
"I'm sorry …" The smile on Mr. Foley's face became twisted and bitter. He glanced at the other two people whose faces were as pale as ashes, and then looked at the waitress beside him who didn't dare to move because of the attack. "Seropo …"
The mixed-race waitress let out a bird's cry, and the originally beautiful and elegant Siren harpies who were playing the flute on the stage in the distance instantly changed their faces. These monsters with the head and body of a beautiful woman, the wings of a bird, and the claws of a bronze bird, instantly regained the wildness of the ancient times, and began to flap their wings and fly at high speed towards Old Nott and Bobin.
The monsters knocked over the wine glasses and bottles, and the sound of crashing wine and the screams of the witches echoed in the bar.
"Little Hector, this is because of the incident with Sirius back then, so you can use this as an excuse to draw a clear line between you and people who shouldn't mix with you." Lunn pushed up his glasses, "Be more polite … My report says that the Foley family only caught two criminals."
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