Chapter 1206 Naughty Kitten
An ordinary Muggle shooting incident would not attract the attention of the Magical Congress, but the crash of the police helicopter in this incident was too strange, so Kenny, who had just become an official Auror a few days ago, was sent alone to investigate.
Judging from the situation at the scene, there happened to be a wizard nearby at the time of the incident. In order to avoid major casualties, the other party had to cast a slowing spell.
Kenny left the cordon and continued forward following the remaining magical energy.
After nearly half an hour of hard work, he successfully found the approximate location of the spell on Wall Street.
"Over a hundred meters away... This is a wizard with great magical powers."
Kenny shook the dust off his windbreaker, feeling that he knew the owner of this magical aura.
"Hmm...could it be that kid Wayne..."
Why would a Brit, wanted by both magical governments, come to America? Is he seeking asylum?
The more Kenny thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed to him. After all, he was a well-known dark wizard, a Dark Lord recognized by the British and German Ministries of Magic. It was too good of a thing for him to come all the way from Europe to seek refuge here.
Compare it to Voldemort... forget it, these British guys are more despicable than each other.
Returning to the Woolworth Building, where the Magical Congress was located, he immediately went to the Auror's office on the 43rd floor.
Office director Bradley Graves was processing documents. He was about to knock on the door to report the results of the investigation, but was beaten to the punch by the lazy Sam.
"Director! I need to end my vacation!"
Victor, disguised as Graves, ignored the loud voice and continued to concentrate on the documents in his hands.
Sam approached the desk and slammed it, "Director, do you hear me? I want to end my vacation! I want to go to work!"
Graves slowly put down the documents and glared at him with narrowed eyes. "Sam, aren't you always clamoring for a vacation? What, I approved your leave, and you're not satisfied, you bastard?"
Sam's momentum weakened slightly, but he quickly glared back. "How can you approve leave like that? You took all the time I've worked so hard to save up for these years. I've been so bored staying at home lately. You might as well let me work a few days and then take a few days off."
Graves gave a kind smile. "You're dreaming. You can work a few days and then take a few days off. Listen to me, you bastard. Either continue your vacation or get back to work."
"If I come back to work, all those days off—"
"Of course it's cancelled. What else do you want?"
Sam tilted his neck, looking like he deserved a beating. "My dear Director, you are exploiting the benefits that the Magic Congress employees deserve. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the higher-ups for doing this?"
With a "click", Graves quickly came over with a thick stack of documents.
Sam dodged sideways and made a face that looked particularly annoying. "Luolulu~ Beating a subordinate is an even greater crime~"
Graves rolled his eyes and put the file back. "I haven't seen you for a few days. You've made a lot of progress. You even know how to threaten me."
He was smiling, but his smile was particularly creepy.
Sam shuddered subconsciously, "Ahem - I was just kidding. Well, I'd better come back to work in a few days."
Graves picked up the document and pretended to hit him again, which scared Sam so much that he turned around and ran out of the office.
Kenny, who had watched the excitement quietly, waited for two minutes, then knocked on the door gently as if nothing had happened.
"Come in."
Graves' tone was still a little harsh, and it was obvious that he was really angry with Sam.
"Director, I'm here to report the results of the investigation..."
The shooting incident during the day was indeed related to magic. Kenny did not reveal his guess that the caster was Vincent, and the two could barely be considered friends.
"I see." Graves thought for a moment, and didn't seem to take this mysterious wizard with great magical powers too seriously.
"Then Director, if there's nothing else, I'll be off work today."
"Well, let's get off work."
The moment Kenny turned around, Graves' eyes became somewhat intriguing.
The Muggle shooting incident was a minor matter, but it only needed to be investigated because it was related to magic.
And Graves - no, it should be said that Victor actually knew about Vincent's arrival a long time ago. The purpose of him sending Kenny, who had just become an official Auror a few days ago, to investigate was actually very simple, he just wanted to do a test.
The results were good, but Kenny still had more tests to do.
As for Sam, this bastard is really a ball that won't roll unless it's kicked. He will get cocky if you treat him a little bit nicely. It's better to treat him in the simple and rough way that Graves used to treat him.
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The early morning sunlight shone into the room through the gaps in the screen window, casting tiny spots of light on the sheets.
Hermione woke up first, her eyelashes fluttering as she opened her eyes, only to see Vincent's sleeping face.
He fell asleep at around three in the morning, so he must be very sleepy and tired now.
Hermione's lips curled up into a smirk, and she stretched her brown hair to the tip of his nose.
"Hmm..." The tingling sensation in his hair made Vincent subconsciously raise his hands and grab at the air a few times.
Hermione reacted quickly, curling up in his arms and hiding, stretching her hair towards his nose again like a little devil.
Vincent held her tightly in his arms in a daze, but the mischievous little hand could still move freely.
Finally, he woke up.
He opened his eyes and saw Hermione leaning against his chest, blinking her big eyes like a cat that had succeeded in a mischief.
"Don't make trouble, I'll sleep for a while."
Hermione didn't seem to intend to let him go. She carefully pulled out her small hands that were tied at the back of her waist and ran her fingertips down along his neck.
She lightly scratched his toned chest and full abdominal muscles with her nails, burying her face in the wound on his neck that hadn't healed from the werewolf's scratches.
She licked it with the tip of her tongue, and then her mischievous little hands continued to move downwards.
Vincent suddenly opened his eyes, first tied her little hands tightly, then turned over and pressed her under him.
"what time is it now?"
Hermione tilted her head to look at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall of the hotel room and blinked her big eyes. "9:40, isn't there an awards ceremony tonight? We should get up and get ready."
Vincent nodded, "It's time to get ready."
He straightened up slightly and looked down, "But... before that, I think I should do something."
Hermione struggled with fear, "What's going on?"
"Punish a naughty kitten."
She opened her eyes wide and breathed like a cat.
But when she felt the warmth from his lips, she gently hooked her little hands, which were no longer bound, around his neck.
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