Chapter 889 Matchmaking

Harry was also frightened. He hurriedly put the rice bowl and flowerpot into their hands respectively. He couldn't help but retreated, not knowing what to say.

Only then did he realize that he had used magic in front of Muggles!

Murakami turned his head sharply and looked at Robert, "Are all your wizards so brave? Is it really okay to do this casually in front of Muggles?"

Robert shrugged. He was not used to it by the Ministry of Magic. He quietly moved to the door and gently opened the door. The moment the door closed, two forgetting spells were thrown on the two policemen.

They were probably experienced field police officers. The two of them were quite skilled. They sensed a hint of danger and wanted to hide to both sides.

Robert was surprised, but he didn't panic. So what if he was faster? Can it go faster than light?

The Forgetting Curse hit the two of them without any accident, and they lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground with two plops.

Of course, the things in his hands were already subconsciously protected in his arms.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

The movement was accompanied by two strange screams.

They crashed into the file cabinet next to the wall. After all, they were two adult men. The metal cabinet that was attacked was directly deformed by the impact. The two of them got up from the ground in disgrace, looking at their office in confusion and where they stood. Weird little wizards.

"We are surrounded, Mr. Tanimura." Officer Tomizawa said seriously.

Mr. Tanimura complained, "Don't say such strange things, Tomizawa-kun! Otherwise these children will really become kidnappers!"

Having said that, Officer Tanimura still showed a vigilant look, and the only memory in his mind was when he and Tomizawa returned to the office and saw the kid almost knocking over the big bowl with pork chop rice.

But it can be seen from his and Tomize's movements that they are avoiding attacks from behind.

Behind you...?

Officer Tanimura glanced at the black-haired boy standing at the door. He looked Asian at first glance, but he could see European characteristics from the details.

There is no doubt that this is a mixed race.

For Westerners, the view of most neon people is that they are powerful and irresistible.

But for Mr. Tanimura, it is a large collection of unstable factors. You have no idea what these people with magical brain circuits will take out of their drawers during class.

Daggers, spurs, chainsaws, logging axes, pistols, rifles, and he even felt that the backpack was big enough and the arms were strong enough, so they could bring the RPG as well.

Of course, what he doesn't know is that the citizens of his country are also weird in the eyes of others. What kind of brain circuit makes them addicted to suicide.

Seeing Officer Tanimura's small actions, Robert knew that something was serious. Did this guy suspect that a few of his people wanted to kidnap the police officer and force the bribed head of the department to release Sirius?

Smacking his lips, he suddenly felt that he should not have used the Forgetting Curse but the Confusion Curse just now. In that case, maybe they could figure out some strange logic on their own.

"Anyway, please take the trouble of two police officers." Robert struck preemptively. Hey, by the way, at this time, the neon people seem to have to bow!

Thinking of this, he bowed, although it was not standard at all.

Officer Tanimura was about to take action, but was interrupted so suddenly. He was a little confused. What, why bother?

What should I bother with?

What did that idiot Tomizawa promise these guys before?

"What are you talking about?" Officer Tomizawa looked at Robert with strange eyes. "There is a limit to what you can say. It is impossible for us to help you plead with the head of the department. Besides, if you say something, it will be too late." Take it back, do you think my lord would do such an embarrassing thing?"

"So." Robert began to talk nonsense seriously, "We just want to meet the director. As for the subsequent communication, we can do it ourselves. Please give us a chance to meet."

As he spoke, he looked at Takashi Murakami and asked in a low voice, "Are there any high-end Japanese restaurants near here?"

"How about taking a bath in a hot spring?" Murakami Takashi asked in a low voice, "It's been so many days, but I haven't taken a bath in a hot spring yet."

Robert was shocked, "Do you Neon people need to be honest with each other when discussing important things?"

"Of course I don't mean that. I mean, it's a one-stop shop for eating, drinking and having fun." Murakami Takashi explained, "After all, Dogo Hot Spring is very famous. We can take him to play golf first and talk about it, and then we can Go to the hot springs."

Robert was speechless, "I'm talking about the Japanese restaurant."

"Playing golf is the first choice." Murakami said. "After all, it is more relaxed and open. No one will hear what we say. By the way, you don't have to look for the place. If you agree to meet, he will tell you the address himself. You Just go over and pay.”

Robert scratched his head, is that so?

But since the other party has said so, then just listen to his opinion.

When he told the two police officers about his request, Officer Tanimura said that there was no problem with the matter, but Officer Tomizawa looked unhappy.

"That guy only plays golf at 10 o'clock in the morning. If the 'consulting fee' is not enough, there is no way he will agree to play golf with you!"

Looking at each other, Robert took out a card, wrote the password on the back, and handed it to Murakami. He skillfully wrapped it in a white envelope, took out his brush, wrote something in a brush, and handed it to Murakami. He asked the two police officers, "Then, please pass it on to them."

Although still a little unhappy, Officer Tanimura and Officer Tomizawa accepted the envelope.

"Speaking of the identities of these two guys, they were able to meet the head of the department." Robert looked at the back of the two people leaving curiously, "Furthermore, what kind of luck does Sirius have, that such a trivial matter can be ignored by the head of the department? Targeted?"

By comparison, you can understand that an ordinary case at a police station was interrogated by the director of the provincial department.

Could it be that Mr. Sirius is the real destiny protagonist?

This level of pretense and being slapped in the face is simply scarier than the protagonist of any Long Aotian novel.

"They are probably police officers assigned abroad." Takashi Murakami waved his hand indifferently, "For example, members of the task force who came from Tokyo should know the head of the department. When they go to other people's territory, they always have to fight. A greeting."

"Looking at their casual attitude, it's as if the headmaster would rush over and kneel down with just a phone call." Robert was startled, "They can't be the friends they met in Kabukicho. Bar?"

Murakami Takashi also shuddered, "Quick, stop talking, I feel like I'm getting goosebumps. This is Shikoku, not Tokyo. Please don't think too much about it. As long as you can meet the head of the headquarters, Black There will be no problem, sir.”