Chapter 131 Chaos in the French Ministry of Magic
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Hen Kun De Guo San Sui
Although Ciel's words were somewhat joking, thinking about what happened to Mr. Newt, Hermione couldn't help but let go of her worries. After all, at the door that day, the performance of the four adults was clearly comparable to Zhang San's.
Seeing that Hermione was no longer so worried, Charles also had a smile on his face. One thing he said was that Charles really thought they were just a bunch of Muggle gangsters. When he was a child, he watched his mother bring them back to the police station. Gang after gang.
The only worrying thing is that this gang may be connected to some magical forces. Although he doesn't know the reason, Charles is not very worried because it is clearly stated in Dumbledore's letter that Lao Deng seems to have an informant inside. .
Although he didn't know how his teacher got involved with a group of Muggle gangs, at this time, besides thinking about the gang godfather Dumbledore, Charles could only sigh that Dumbledore's intelligence ability was real. powerful.
Newt was actually quite worried, but seeing the two little ones gradually letting go, Newt knew that these two extremely powerful children didn't seem to need his guidance.
A very happy Newt said to the two people who were eating, "After you finish eating and take a rest, we will set off to visit the Ministry of Magic around one o'clock in the afternoon."
When Charles heard this, he cheered, quickly took a few bites of rice, then threw down the plate, and ran upstairs to his room while walking, saying that he wanted to prepare.
This behavior made Newt a little confused, but he didn't say anything. However, after Ciel left, a worried look appeared on Hermione's face again.
Looking at Newt who still didn't understand what was going on, he asked weakly, "Mr. Newt, can I ask, do you have a good relationship with officials from the Ministry of Magic?"
Hearing Hermione's question, Newt was obviously stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something and answered with some uncertainty, "Probably, it's probably fine, although I broke in once..."
Newt's voice became lower and lower, and in the end it was almost as loud as a mosquito. But Hermione still heard Mr. Newt's words and slapped her forehead helplessly. She didn't care about eating anymore and dropped the knife and fork in her hand. He quickly went upstairs to catch up with Ciel.
Newt sat blankly at the dinner table, listening to Hermione's roar upstairs, not understanding what was going on. It wasn't until he arrived at the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon that Newt realized that he was still too young.
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The intersection of the French Ministry of Magic looks much more upscale than the British Ministry of Magic. At least it looks more artistic than the outdated phone box in the UK.
Their entrance is actually a statue that understands, right in the middle of the famous Magic Street in France. Starting from walking on this street full of French style, Charles couldn't help complaining about Diagon Alley right in front of Hermione's eyes. of crowding.
Yes, the French Magic Street is a real street, just like an ordinary Muggle pedestrian street. The only difference may be that the entrance is hidden, and people without magic cannot see the entrance at all.
Charles and Hermione walking on the street were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. They sighed from time to time. Charles even regretted that his mother didn't leave the camera for him.
Newt didn't seem to care. After all, he had been on this street a long time ago, and even some of his cuties almost destroyed this street. Thinking of this, Newt felt a little embarrassed.
He involuntarily urged the two of them to the entrance. When the carved stone statues started to move, they began to ask the three of them their names and why they were here.
Charles and Hermione reported their names generously. When it was Newt's turn, Newt whispered his name awkwardly.
When Newt finished speaking, the statue seemed to remember something and exclaimed. This startled Newt and he quickly showed the letter to explain that he was invited.
After seeing the invitation, the statue let the three people into the elevator, but as soon as the elevator landed on the ground, Charles was stunned by the sight in front of him. For no other reason than the French Ministry of Magic was too enthusiastic.
There were at least fifty Aurors guarding the elevator. Next to them stood a man with a delicate mustache. After seeing Newt, he stepped forward and hugged Newt warmly, regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not. Newt.
Of course, if the man hadn't seen that none of the three people had the box that was the nightmare of the Ministry of Magic, and after saving Newt, frantically gesturing to the people around him to retreat, Ciel would have really believed that this man was really enthusiastic.
The man gave full play to his shameless nature, hugged Newt and exchanged pleasantries for a long time before leading the three of them into the Ministry of Magic.
This was the first time for Charles and Hermione to come to the Ministry of Magic. They were full of curiosity about everything here. The men didn't care and enthusiastically introduced everything about the Ministry of Magic to the two young wizards. It was a wonderful trip. I met a civet cat in the Shire.
The civet cats, which were originally very docile, seemed to go crazy after seeing Ciel. They rushed towards Ciel collectively. The figure like a little panther caused Hermione to exclaim.
The moment he saw the civet going crazy, Mustache's face turned pale. He knew who Ciel's apprentice was. If Ciel had a weak point here, who could defeat this Ministry of Magic?
An angry expression immediately appeared on Newt's face. Just when he took out his wand to protect Ciel, the anger on Newt's face suddenly froze.
I saw a large group of civet cats rushing towards Ciel like crazy, but the strange thing is that none of these civet cats hurt Ciel, but rather enjoyed rubbing against Ciel's body.
Some even stuck out their tongues and kept helping Ciel lick his hair. Although others were frightened and angry, Ciel himself was very happy.
How can I put it, the plan worked, and Charles took a catnip water bath before leaving. At this time, Charles was completely immersed in the sea of civet cats.
He was stroking this with his left hand and that with his right hand. There was this little cutie in his arms that kept rubbing against Ciel. Ciel felt that these civet cats were not as good as Hermione, similar to hairless cats, but as long as they were cats , Ciel said I can do it!
Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially the staff who raised these civet cats, and sat down on the ground, holding their chests.
"Haha...ha, Mr. Newt, I didn't expect that not only you, but this child is also very popular among the civets." Mustache looked at everything in front of him and wanted to open the topic awkwardly.
Only Newt was not in such a good mood. Although he was attacked by a civet, the treatment between people shouldn't be so great, right?
Good guy, if you attack me, you will bite my neck off. Are you attacking this brat just to be coquettish?
Newt felt like his heart had been hit hard by ten thousand tons.
Seeing that Hermione was no longer so worried, Charles also had a smile on his face. One thing he said was that Charles really thought they were just a bunch of Muggle gangsters. When he was a child, he watched his mother bring them back to the police station. Gang after gang.
The only worrying thing is that this gang may be connected to some magical forces. Although he doesn't know the reason, Charles is not very worried because it is clearly stated in Dumbledore's letter that Lao Deng seems to have an informant inside. .
Although he didn't know how his teacher got involved with a group of Muggle gangs, at this time, besides thinking about the gang godfather Dumbledore, Charles could only sigh that Dumbledore's intelligence ability was real. powerful.
Newt was actually quite worried, but seeing the two little ones gradually letting go, Newt knew that these two extremely powerful children didn't seem to need his guidance.
A very happy Newt said to the two people who were eating, "After you finish eating and take a rest, we will set off to visit the Ministry of Magic around one o'clock in the afternoon."
When Charles heard this, he cheered, quickly took a few bites of rice, then threw down the plate, and ran upstairs to his room while walking, saying that he wanted to prepare.
This behavior made Newt a little confused, but he didn't say anything. However, after Ciel left, a worried look appeared on Hermione's face again.
Looking at Newt who still didn't understand what was going on, he asked weakly, "Mr. Newt, can I ask, do you have a good relationship with officials from the Ministry of Magic?"
Hearing Hermione's question, Newt was obviously stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something and answered with some uncertainty, "Probably, it's probably fine, although I broke in once..."
Newt's voice became lower and lower, and in the end it was almost as loud as a mosquito. But Hermione still heard Mr. Newt's words and slapped her forehead helplessly. She didn't care about eating anymore and dropped the knife and fork in her hand. He quickly went upstairs to catch up with Ciel.
Newt sat blankly at the dinner table, listening to Hermione's roar upstairs, not understanding what was going on. It wasn't until he arrived at the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon that Newt realized that he was still too young.
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The intersection of the French Ministry of Magic looks much more upscale than the British Ministry of Magic. At least it looks more artistic than the outdated phone box in the UK.
Their entrance is actually a statue that understands, right in the middle of the famous Magic Street in France. Starting from walking on this street full of French style, Charles couldn't help complaining about Diagon Alley right in front of Hermione's eyes. of crowding.
Yes, the French Magic Street is a real street, just like an ordinary Muggle pedestrian street. The only difference may be that the entrance is hidden, and people without magic cannot see the entrance at all.
Charles and Hermione walking on the street were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. They sighed from time to time. Charles even regretted that his mother didn't leave the camera for him.
Newt didn't seem to care. After all, he had been on this street a long time ago, and even some of his cuties almost destroyed this street. Thinking of this, Newt felt a little embarrassed.
He involuntarily urged the two of them to the entrance. When the carved stone statues started to move, they began to ask the three of them their names and why they were here.
Charles and Hermione reported their names generously. When it was Newt's turn, Newt whispered his name awkwardly.
When Newt finished speaking, the statue seemed to remember something and exclaimed. This startled Newt and he quickly showed the letter to explain that he was invited.
After seeing the invitation, the statue let the three people into the elevator, but as soon as the elevator landed on the ground, Charles was stunned by the sight in front of him. For no other reason than the French Ministry of Magic was too enthusiastic.
There were at least fifty Aurors guarding the elevator. Next to them stood a man with a delicate mustache. After seeing Newt, he stepped forward and hugged Newt warmly, regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not. Newt.
Of course, if the man hadn't seen that none of the three people had the box that was the nightmare of the Ministry of Magic, and after saving Newt, frantically gesturing to the people around him to retreat, Ciel would have really believed that this man was really enthusiastic.
The man gave full play to his shameless nature, hugged Newt and exchanged pleasantries for a long time before leading the three of them into the Ministry of Magic.
This was the first time for Charles and Hermione to come to the Ministry of Magic. They were full of curiosity about everything here. The men didn't care and enthusiastically introduced everything about the Ministry of Magic to the two young wizards. It was a wonderful trip. I met a civet cat in the Shire.
The civet cats, which were originally very docile, seemed to go crazy after seeing Ciel. They rushed towards Ciel collectively. The figure like a little panther caused Hermione to exclaim.
The moment he saw the civet going crazy, Mustache's face turned pale. He knew who Ciel's apprentice was. If Ciel had a weak point here, who could defeat this Ministry of Magic?
An angry expression immediately appeared on Newt's face. Just when he took out his wand to protect Ciel, the anger on Newt's face suddenly froze.
I saw a large group of civet cats rushing towards Ciel like crazy, but the strange thing is that none of these civet cats hurt Ciel, but rather enjoyed rubbing against Ciel's body.
Some even stuck out their tongues and kept helping Ciel lick his hair. Although others were frightened and angry, Ciel himself was very happy.
How can I put it, the plan worked, and Charles took a catnip water bath before leaving. At this time, Charles was completely immersed in the sea of civet cats.
He was stroking this with his left hand and that with his right hand. There was this little cutie in his arms that kept rubbing against Ciel. Ciel felt that these civet cats were not as good as Hermione, similar to hairless cats, but as long as they were cats , Ciel said I can do it!
Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially the staff who raised these civet cats, and sat down on the ground, holding their chests.
"Haha...ha, Mr. Newt, I didn't expect that not only you, but this child is also very popular among the civets." Mustache looked at everything in front of him and wanted to open the topic awkwardly.
Only Newt was not in such a good mood. Although he was attacked by a civet, the treatment between people shouldn't be so great, right?
Good guy, if you attack me, you will bite my neck off. Are you attacking this brat just to be coquettish?
Newt felt like his heart had been hit hard by ten thousand tons.
