Dumbledore looked up. The huge metal cylinders and water tanks at the top of the abandoned factory had claw marks on them. It was obvious that they had been violently damaged not long ago.
Metal cylinders were scattered all over the ground. They lay in the mud after the storm, and some of them were even bent at ninety degrees.
Dumbledore bent down and touched the marks on the metal cylinders. His expression was serious. "Alchemy and transfiguration?" he muttered to himself.
After a while, the flying brooms in the sky landed on the ground one after another. The staff of the Ministry of Magic hurried towards Dumbledore. The leader was the current head of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly Foggy.
"Merlin Beard, what happened?"
Foggy looked at the huge scratches and the crooked buildings and said in shock, "Did some foreign dark wizards invade?"
"Have you settled the Muggles down?"
Dumbledore straightened up and asked.
An Aura beside Foggy stood up. "Yes. Many people were lightly injured, and a few were seriously injured. Fortunately, no one died."
The Aura paused and said with confusion, "It's strange. That Thunderbird seemed to be intentionally flying in a remote direction, away from the crowd. It seems to have been domesticated."
"It has been tamed by someone. Sure enough, someone is plotting against us." Connelly Foggy narrowed his eyes. "Go, find the guy who took Thunderbird away. Capture him. We can't allow this kind of person to do as he pleases in Britain!"
The Aura received the order. Zizi nodded and took out his wand. But then, Dumbledore raised his hand and stopped the Aura from leaving. "Wait."
Foggy looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Nothing happened," Dumbledore said.
"Huh?" Connelly Foggy didn't react for a while.
"I said, nothing happened!" Clean up this area and erase the memories of the Muggles who witnessed this incident. Don't spread this. "
"But but …"
The current head of the Ministry of Magic rubbed his hands uneasily in the face of the rarely seen tough attitude of this amiable old adept. His eyes darted around his subordinate, Aura. However, Aura could only look at him and wait for his response.
For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stiff.
Dumbledore smiled and his attitude became gentler. "Minister, the World Cup in Quidditch is coming soon. Do you want those people in the Sports Department to not see a single foreigner? It's better to lock down this kind of incident that will cause panic. "
Foggy let out a sigh of relief and immediately smiled. "Headmaster Dumbledore is right. I didn't think it through properly."
As he spoke, he scratched his head in bewilderment. "Then how should we deal with this matter? What if there's a huge and uncontrollable Thunderbird hidden in London?"
"Leave this matter to me." Dumbledore said decisively, "I believe that the Hogwarts professor has the ability to deal with a mysterious creature."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Connelly Fudge said with a smile as he gave his subordinate a look. The Auror subordinates nodded and retreated.
Connelly Foggy's facial muscles twitched only after Dumbledore's Mirage teleported away.
A month later.
London, Soho Bar Street, night.
The air was filled with small clouds after lit cigarettes. Under the flashing neon lights, the crowd puffed out smoke in twos and threes. The phone booths on the street had many beautiful flyers with pictures of young girls and phone numbers.
In 1994, this was one of the most famous red-light districts in the entire United Kingdom. Countless young British men would choose to come here to relax after work. Especially on weekends, almost all the people gathered here were handsome men and beautiful women. It was very eye-catching.
Usually, at this time of the night, the streets were filled with men and women with flamboyant outfits. Luxury cars were everywhere and there was a hubbub of voices. However, today, compared to the past, this place was unusually quiet.
The crowd's eyes were attracted by a woman.
She was like the widow Melina in "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily," who was infatuated by all the men in the city. Once she appeared, she attracted everyone's attention.
The woman had a devilish figure. She was 1.85 meters tall and had wavy golden curls that emitted a dazzling light. Her slender thighs were wearing a light yellow mini skirt, showing off her perfect figure.
She carried a small bag and walked alone on the brightly lit street as if she wasn't a creature of this world.
The people who appeared on the bar street at this time were mostly in pairs. The men had their own wingmen, while the women had their sisters.
It was hard to imagine that a good-looking woman was alone.
The men who passed by all stopped and widened their eyes to look. Some even dared to whistle.
The woman didn't refuse anyone. As long as someone whistled at her, she would respond with a bright smile. The green eyes under the eyelids flashed with an amorous light that made men go crazy. Her oval face was covered with a layer of light makeup, just right eyeshadow, and her watery red lips were incomparably seductive.
Some men mustered up the courage to go up and strike up a conversation, but when they were more than a meter away from the woman, they were dazzled and couldn't laugh a word.
Some men didn't even care about the pinching of their female companions. The moment they saw that woman, their eyes couldn't move away and they followed behind her step by step.
Gradually, a group of men quietly gathered behind the woman. They followed the woman like puppets and came to a theater under the neon lights.
"Not allowed to enter?"
The blonde beauty turned her head and asked the two doormen in suits at the entrance of the theater.
One of the two doormen had a nosebleed, and the other's legs went soft. He grabbed the door latch to prevent himself from falling.
"No, sorry, sorry, we haven't reached the point of openness yet." The doorman who didn't have a nosebleed used a hoarse voice to maintain his rationality in front of this enchanting woman.
"I'm friends with your boss."
The woman said with a smile.
"Our club just changed owners."
"He invited me here." The blonde woman said.
"Is that so?"
The doorman's face was so red that it was dripping blood. He wanted to look but didn't dare to. Under the gaze of those strange green eyes, he completely forgot all the rules and moved to the side to open the door for the woman.
"Thank you."
The blonde woman said politely and then entered the theater.
As soon as she entered the theater, the men behind her, as well as the two doormen who were dizzy, shivered. They stood still like electric toys that had their power cut off. After a while, they looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
Inside the theater, in the dressing room on the third floor.
"Ah."
Hoffa opened his mouth.
A young maid in a white dress beside him immediately bent down and fed him a cut pear slice. Then, intentionally or unintentionally, she rubbed her weapon against the young upstart's shoulder.
Since a week ago, when this young man bought the theater, she felt that this young man was a classic example of a rich fool. If she could hook him, then she wouldn't have to worry about anything for the rest of her life. She could just lie on the pile of money and have children. The maid fantasized romantically.
Hoffa was unaware. He chewed the pear and looked at the big mirror in front of him that was two people high and ten people wide. In the mirror was an unfamiliar young man.
It was a guy dressed like a black flamingo. He had a tall black feather shawl draped over his shoulders, and under the shawl was a gorgeous white suit. He had finely combed gray hair, and he wore a pair of red sunglasses that covered half of his face. On his wrist was a silver Patek Philippe, and on each finger on the back of his hand was a luxurious ring.
He was leaning against a frighteningly wide white sofa, with a dozen men and women standing behind him respectfully. Some of them were carrying elegant glass decanters filled with iced Cokes. Someone was combing his hair, while someone else was holding a large stack of watches, reporting their work quickly.
"Mr. Baha, the CEO of Dunlop Company wants you to meet him. If you really want to invest in sports and fashion, it's best to talk face to face before making a decision."
"No, why should I meet him, and not the other way around!?" The gray-haired young man in the mirror said arrogantly, "Didn't I say I wanted to buy his stock? Did you buy it?"
"You really want to buy it? That's a huge sum of hundreds of millions of pounds!" The secretary's hands were shaking.
"Buy, why wouldn't I buy it?" Hoffa put his leg in front of the mirror indifferently, "As long as I like it, I'll buy it all."
"Yes." The man put away his file and took out another file from his bag. He bent down and said timidly, "Mr. Baha, Mr. Bill Gates from Microsoft in the United States has rejected your proposal."
"What?" The man in the mirror wearing a black Fiery Bird jacket was stunned.
"Not only did he reject your idea of developing some sub-era game console, but he also spoke rudely to you."
"He dares!!" The Fiery Bird in the mirror was furious, "What did he say?"
"He said, he said, he said, he said he wouldn't work with a second-generation rich kid from an unknown background!"
"He's looking for death, how dare he look down on me!! Ah! "
He slapped his thigh angrily and opened his mouth. The maid at the side quickly bent down and put a cut apple in his mouth.
"En en."
He chewed the apple in his mouth, and his eyes behind the red sunglasses flashed with an unhappy light. The people behind him trembled and didn't dare to breathe. This guy who had appeared out of nowhere was eccentric and temperamental. He knew nothing about doing business, but his salary was higher than anyone else's. People were angry but didn't dare to say anything.
He crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa. After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a stock market report from his secretary's hand and flipped through it with a gloomy face.
"Ha!"
He suddenly had a good idea and hooked his finger, "Todd, come here!"
The secretary called Todd hurried forward and bent down beside the gray-haired youth. He pointed to a company on the list.
"Do you see this company called Apple? Go, buy their shares. Buy as much as you can!"
"Ah!" The secretary, Todd, was frightened, "Mr. Baha, calm down. This company hasn't had any outstanding performance in the past ten years. In the past three years, they've changed three presidents in a row. Last year, their market share slipped from 20% to 5% in ten years."
"Nonsense! Are you the boss or am I the boss?! "
The young man in the mirror shouted and interrupted his secretary. He threw the list in his hand at his secretary's face with a ferocious expression, "Buy, buy, buy. If I tell you to buy, buy. Tell them to hurry up and call Jobs back to develop a mobile phone for me!!"
"Yes, yes."
In a violent rage, the man in the suit picked up the list on the ground with sweat on his forehead and hurriedly ran out of the room and fled.
"Hmph, Bill Gates."
Hoffa made a nasal sound of disdain, "Damn programmer!"
He opened his mouth again. A long-legged girl dressed as a bunny girl in stockings hurried forward and inserted a straw into the expensive glassware that was supposed to be filled with 1982 Lafite but was now filled with iced Coke.
He bit the straw and began to suck the Coke with a displeased expression. No one behind him dared to speak while he was sucking the Coke. Finally, he washed half a liter of Coke in one breath, emptied the bottle, and let out a long burp. He turned his head and asked, "Carlson, have you found the person I asked you to find?"
Another male secretary in a suit hurriedly stood out.
"I can't find him, Mr. Bach." The man wiped the sweat on his forehead with a helpless and aggrieved expression. "China is so big, and it's so far from here. Where are we going to find an English teacher named Jack Ma?"
After a pause, he showed a flattering smile. "Besides, you are talented and have a photographic memory. Whether it is English or Chinese, you don't need anyone to teach you."
"Short-sighted!!"
Black Flamingo, who had just calmed down a little after sucking the Coke, became angry again. He scolded, "Short-sighted, you bunch of British good-for-nothings, can you bring out some of the spirit of 007?! Go and find him for me, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!! If you can't find him, get out of here!!! "
Seeing that the other party did not respond to his flattery and was instead scolded, the secretary named Carlson was furious. He lowered his head and clenched his fists.
However, when he thought of his monthly salary of fifty thousand pounds, the man named Carlson took a deep breath. When he raised his head, he had already revealed a sweet smile. "Yes, yes, Mr. Baha, you are right. We will help you find Mr. Jack Ma."
"Get out!"
"Okay."
Carlson rolled on the woolen carpet awkwardly before running out of the large dressing room.
The rest of the people were trembling in fear. They secretly exchanged glances, afraid that this perverse and young fellow would come up with some strange idea.
At this moment, the austere atmosphere in the room was broken by the sound of the door being pushed open.
"Mr. Bach, someone wants to see you."
It was a cute Asian maid. She had fair skin and was wearing a black Lolita outfit. She was not tall and had cat ears. Someone had used lipstick to draw six lines on her face, three on the left and three on the right.
"Hmm?!" The Black Flamingo in the mirror crossed his legs and played with his fingers. He raised his eyebrows unhappily and made a strange sound.
"No, no, no." The pitiful intern, who was recruited from the London talent market and had just graduated and did not know anything, clasped his hands together and said, "I mean, master, someone wants to see you."
"That's more like it, burp ~"
The pompous Black Flamingo in the mirror burped and laughed evilly. "You annoying little demon, who wants to see me?"
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