Chapter 484 Sam Doesn't Deserve To Be Treated Well
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After returning to the room, Vincent turned on the light, slowly moved the stool and sat on the bedside.
Sam stared like light bulbs.
After untying his mouth, he spoke an authentic American curse.
Then I couldn't speak anymore.
Watched by his murderous eyes, Vincent slowly waved his wand,
"Mr. Sam Chavez, you probably didn't report to the British Ministry of Magic when you came here?"
Sam, who was suddenly able to speak, snorted coldly, "Wayne, Director Graves is making fun of me, so please explain it to me quickly."
Vincent smacked his lips, "First of all, you have to be able to go back to America, right?
I have something to do with Minister Fudge. I reported you on the grounds of illegal entry. At least you have to be locked up in Azkaban for ten or eight days. "
"Sour radish—" Sam quickly shut his mouth.
Yin Fulin is at home, after scolding, she might have to smile to see her off.
"Wayne~" He put on a flattering smile, "We are old friends, I know you wouldn't do such a cruel thing."
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"Then what should I do?" Vincent clenched his fists, "You are a wanted criminal!
If someone finds out that I'm covering up for you, Mr. Graves will stand in front of me in the next second. "
Sam rolled his eyes, "Didn't Hogwarts have an anti-Apparition spell?"
"What if it's on vacation!"
He pouted, "I run away immediately?"
"How can I do that!" Vincent straightened his waist as if changing his face,
"If I was implicated by you again and took me back for investigation, wouldn't your conscience hurt?"
The muscles of Sam's big face were throbbing wildly.
Act, keep acting.
"I'll surrender to the head office when the time comes, right?"
"No!" Vincent clutched his chest, "It doesn't matter that I was arrested, the key is my parents.
They don't know magic, if you get Legilimency or drink Veritaserum, you won't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of your life! "
"I—" Sam froze for a moment,
"No, aren't both of them strictly prohibited by the International Federation of Wizards?"
"Minister Fudge may not dare, but his personal secretary definitely dares!"
"This—or should I surrender now?"
Vincent leaned over with a dark face, "You can think about it, I heard that there is no one who can come out of Azkaban without being crazy."
"Google—" Sam swallowed, "Then what do you want me to do?"
"What should I do?" The corner of Vincent's mouth raised, "If I get caught, you will feel sorry for it, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"If you surrender yourself, you will definitely implicate me, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"So, you have to teach me a simple magic to run around."
"Hmm—wait!" Sam reacted.
After laying the groundwork for so long, and fooling around for so long, it turned out that it was his idea.
"Tell me what magic is."
"Apparition."
If you don't agree with this expression, you can continue to make trouble, right?
"Just this?"
"Of course not."
Sam glanced to the other side disdainfully, "Can you be a little sincere when you ask for help?
After all, I am an excellent Auror of the Magic Congress, and I have won the Congressional Medal of Honor. "
Vincent straightened up, gently rubbed his slightly sore face, "I haven't asked you for food yet.
It's all mixed up like this, and you still dare to buy things from my father?Do you have money on you?
Of course, I'm talking about pounds sterling. "
Sam's eyes were getting more and more guilty.
Good guy, on credit, right?
One cannot...or at least should not,
How did such a person become an Auror by staring at a person who is going to die?
Sam doesn't deserve to be treated kindly!
Vincent, who understood this truth, felt no guilt in his heart, and even felt that he was doing justice for the heavens.
"No money? Then work for me to pay off the debt!"
There is reason and evidence, but nothing is right.
There are only two choices.
Either endure the humiliation and live, or survive after being devastated.
"Okay." Sam reluctantly agreed.
Vincent groped on the bed with his small hands, "I will keep your wand temporarily until the magic contract is signed."
"Huh? You can't trust me?"
"If you make trouble, you can run away with a slap on your ass—" He took Sam's wand and shook it,
"Mr. Chavez, do you think I should be on my guard?"
Sam had nothing to say.
Just now, I really thought about breaking the spell and running away, but that was just a thought.
Anti-customer main?
I still remember the yacht incident last year.
And this is Wayne's house, the Wayne's house who would shoot at any disagreement.
……
……
after dawn,
Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic again.
Of course he wasn't here to report a wanted man, he was here to get Morfin's bail papers.
He went straight to the minister's office to explain his purpose, but Fudge shook his head sadly.
"Albus, Morfin Gaunt died the day before yesterday."
Dumbledore let out a sigh.
He believed that no one would dare to tamper with in Azkaban, but it was a pity that he could not really help Morfin.
"Has Mr. Gaunt any last words?"
"No, but I don't think he felt any pain when he left."
"Really..." Dumbledore collected his mood and met Fudge's eager eyes.
"Albus, is it true what happened in Japan?"
"Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it is indeed a blasting spell that minimizes its power."
If it was a normal blasting spell, there would be no debris left.
Sirius Black once used this spell to blow up an entire street corner, killing 12 Muggles instantly.
Peter Pettigrew, who was directly hit by him, was completely blown to ashes. If there was not one finger left, no one would know that he died of the blasting curse.
No matter how unwilling Fudge was to believe it, he had to accept the fact that the Death Eaters had appeared.
"Albus, he—why didn't those people do it the first time?"
"He is too weak, and the price of being attached to a living person is very high."
Quirrell's miserable appearance now must have experienced extreme pain.
Alas—what a brilliant student of Eagle Academy.
Dumbledore explained the matter almost, and seemed to want to say something more before leaving.
"Albus, do you have anything else to do?"
"No more, Connelly."
If the wizard card explodes, it will explode, and it is too late to say it now.
Fudge saw him off in person.
That look and gesture gave enough face, but unfortunately it failed to impress Dumbledore.
After a burst of flames, Fudge returned to the office with a dark face.
Lucius donated a large sum of Galleons just a few days ago, so the Death Eater incident may be true.
Voldemort's new recruit?
Impossible, it must have slipped through the net 13 years ago!
He seemed to be comforting himself.
Dumbledore has said that Voldemort is still weak now, and may not be able to regain his strength in another 13 years.
……
……
Sam stared like light bulbs.
After untying his mouth, he spoke an authentic American curse.
Then I couldn't speak anymore.
Watched by his murderous eyes, Vincent slowly waved his wand,
"Mr. Sam Chavez, you probably didn't report to the British Ministry of Magic when you came here?"
Sam, who was suddenly able to speak, snorted coldly, "Wayne, Director Graves is making fun of me, so please explain it to me quickly."
Vincent smacked his lips, "First of all, you have to be able to go back to America, right?
I have something to do with Minister Fudge. I reported you on the grounds of illegal entry. At least you have to be locked up in Azkaban for ten or eight days. "
"Sour radish—" Sam quickly shut his mouth.
Yin Fulin is at home, after scolding, she might have to smile to see her off.
"Wayne~" He put on a flattering smile, "We are old friends, I know you wouldn't do such a cruel thing."
[In other words, currently the best app for reading and listening to books, Yeguo Reading, install the latest version of .yeguoyuedu. 】
"Then what should I do?" Vincent clenched his fists, "You are a wanted criminal!
If someone finds out that I'm covering up for you, Mr. Graves will stand in front of me in the next second. "
Sam rolled his eyes, "Didn't Hogwarts have an anti-Apparition spell?"
"What if it's on vacation!"
He pouted, "I run away immediately?"
"How can I do that!" Vincent straightened his waist as if changing his face,
"If I was implicated by you again and took me back for investigation, wouldn't your conscience hurt?"
The muscles of Sam's big face were throbbing wildly.
Act, keep acting.
"I'll surrender to the head office when the time comes, right?"
"No!" Vincent clutched his chest, "It doesn't matter that I was arrested, the key is my parents.
They don't know magic, if you get Legilimency or drink Veritaserum, you won't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of your life! "
"I—" Sam froze for a moment,
"No, aren't both of them strictly prohibited by the International Federation of Wizards?"
"Minister Fudge may not dare, but his personal secretary definitely dares!"
"This—or should I surrender now?"
Vincent leaned over with a dark face, "You can think about it, I heard that there is no one who can come out of Azkaban without being crazy."
"Google—" Sam swallowed, "Then what do you want me to do?"
"What should I do?" The corner of Vincent's mouth raised, "If I get caught, you will feel sorry for it, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"If you surrender yourself, you will definitely implicate me, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"So, you have to teach me a simple magic to run around."
"Hmm—wait!" Sam reacted.
After laying the groundwork for so long, and fooling around for so long, it turned out that it was his idea.
"Tell me what magic is."
"Apparition."
If you don't agree with this expression, you can continue to make trouble, right?
"Just this?"
"Of course not."
Sam glanced to the other side disdainfully, "Can you be a little sincere when you ask for help?
After all, I am an excellent Auror of the Magic Congress, and I have won the Congressional Medal of Honor. "
Vincent straightened up, gently rubbed his slightly sore face, "I haven't asked you for food yet.
It's all mixed up like this, and you still dare to buy things from my father?Do you have money on you?
Of course, I'm talking about pounds sterling. "
Sam's eyes were getting more and more guilty.
Good guy, on credit, right?
One cannot...or at least should not,
How did such a person become an Auror by staring at a person who is going to die?
Sam doesn't deserve to be treated kindly!
Vincent, who understood this truth, felt no guilt in his heart, and even felt that he was doing justice for the heavens.
"No money? Then work for me to pay off the debt!"
There is reason and evidence, but nothing is right.
There are only two choices.
Either endure the humiliation and live, or survive after being devastated.
"Okay." Sam reluctantly agreed.
Vincent groped on the bed with his small hands, "I will keep your wand temporarily until the magic contract is signed."
"Huh? You can't trust me?"
"If you make trouble, you can run away with a slap on your ass—" He took Sam's wand and shook it,
"Mr. Chavez, do you think I should be on my guard?"
Sam had nothing to say.
Just now, I really thought about breaking the spell and running away, but that was just a thought.
Anti-customer main?
I still remember the yacht incident last year.
And this is Wayne's house, the Wayne's house who would shoot at any disagreement.
……
……
after dawn,
Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic again.
Of course he wasn't here to report a wanted man, he was here to get Morfin's bail papers.
He went straight to the minister's office to explain his purpose, but Fudge shook his head sadly.
"Albus, Morfin Gaunt died the day before yesterday."
Dumbledore let out a sigh.
He believed that no one would dare to tamper with in Azkaban, but it was a pity that he could not really help Morfin.
"Has Mr. Gaunt any last words?"
"No, but I don't think he felt any pain when he left."
"Really..." Dumbledore collected his mood and met Fudge's eager eyes.
"Albus, is it true what happened in Japan?"
"Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it is indeed a blasting spell that minimizes its power."
If it was a normal blasting spell, there would be no debris left.
Sirius Black once used this spell to blow up an entire street corner, killing 12 Muggles instantly.
Peter Pettigrew, who was directly hit by him, was completely blown to ashes. If there was not one finger left, no one would know that he died of the blasting curse.
No matter how unwilling Fudge was to believe it, he had to accept the fact that the Death Eaters had appeared.
"Albus, he—why didn't those people do it the first time?"
"He is too weak, and the price of being attached to a living person is very high."
Quirrell's miserable appearance now must have experienced extreme pain.
Alas—what a brilliant student of Eagle Academy.
Dumbledore explained the matter almost, and seemed to want to say something more before leaving.
"Albus, do you have anything else to do?"
"No more, Connelly."
If the wizard card explodes, it will explode, and it is too late to say it now.
Fudge saw him off in person.
That look and gesture gave enough face, but unfortunately it failed to impress Dumbledore.
After a burst of flames, Fudge returned to the office with a dark face.
Lucius donated a large sum of Galleons just a few days ago, so the Death Eater incident may be true.
Voldemort's new recruit?
Impossible, it must have slipped through the net 13 years ago!
He seemed to be comforting himself.
Dumbledore has said that Voldemort is still weak now, and may not be able to regain his strength in another 13 years.
……
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