Chapter 518 Captain Wayne
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Qing Mo Da Xian
During lunch, Hermione always glanced at Vincent intentionally or unconsciously.
Beauxbaton's castle and part of the land were funded by Nicol and Perenal when they were young.
The beautiful and huge fountain on the campus is also named after them.
Occupy 7 seats on the Hogwarts school board, proper chairman of the board of directors.
There are only three magic schools in Europe, and two of them have very close ties with him.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the gap had been infinitely widened, so she found Vincent after lunch.
"I want to learn silent spells, and cast spells without a wand!"
Vincent, who almost dropped the cake, shook his head stiffly.
Hypnosis may quickly become a silent spell, but without experiencing a real near-death state, it is impossible to cast spells without a wand in advance at a critical moment.
Magic is idealistic, soul, body and spirit are indispensable.
Hermione hasn't reached the threshold for these three things, and she can't learn them even if she teaches them.
"Where's the Patronus Charm?" She asked cautiously,
"If this doesn't work either—"
"Yes." Vincent recalled when she first entered school.
Obviously the only remaining pride is being shattered again and again, but every time I can muster up the courage to ask him for help.
"Can I come together too?" Daphne, who came back to peace, had the same stubbornness on her face.
"Of course you can."
Being friends with such a person may be stressful, but this stress will eventually turn into a driving force for progress.
There was only one History of Magic class in the afternoon.
The old rules, warped.
……
……
Knockturn Alley.
Compared with the adjacent and bustling Diagon Alley, this place is like a dark and gloomy alley.
All the wizards who appeared here covered their faces tightly, and the few who showed their faces were all recognized dangerous people.
Xie Yin Patel, the night demon who walks in the dark night and teases other people's souls with magic, can barely be regarded as a middle-class person.
Disorder and chaos are synonymous with Knockturn Alley, where law and morality do not apply.
Whoever has no bottom line can live a more comfortable life.
The carefully disguised Mrs. Zabini stopped in front of a bar decorated with bones and with a sign that appeared to be written in blood.
It's called "Half Girl," and the open front door is covered in smooth light-colored leather.
She tightened her dusty, tattered cloak a little.
The long hem wrapped the two slender legs, dragging an indistinct black mark on the ground.
"Welcome, guest." The bar owner is a strange old man with single-digit hair and only two teeth left.
In addition to the weirdly shaped wine bottles, the wine cabinet behind him also has many skulls of various shapes.
A few were clearly human.
"Do you know the news about the Night Demon?" Mrs. Zabini's voice was quite hoarse, and her gender could not be distinguished at all.
"Not yet." The boss put away a gold Galleon she put on the bar.
"Any news about Wayne's family?"
"Ten Galleons."
Mrs. Zabini directly put down a handful, "I want to know everything!"
After a few minutes, she walked out of the bar.
The expression under the cloak was extremely gloomy.
The new manager of Gwent's main store in Diagon Alley actually lives in Wayne's house.
The former store manager was an unfathomable vampire, but now this one is a grumpy and ruthless character.
The regulars at the Half Girl bar had a drunken gamble not long ago:
Whoever can take an emerald card from the black swan wizard card house will be the first to enjoy the next batch of "goods".
She doesn't care what the "goods" are, what she cares about is that no wizard succeeds, and then transfers the target to the color card of Gwent.
The new store manager doesn't look very smart, but any spell is very powerful.
Can the stun spell break 6 ribs?
Can the disarming spell shatter the entire arm bone?
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries couldn't go, and those who were seriously injured didn't show up recently.
It is not difficult to deal with such a ruthless person, the difficulty is how to avoid being discovered by the Ministry of Magic.
Please a real dark wizard?
In case of any accident, she would definitely not be able to escape.
Then there is only one target left.
A business trip in the Middle East, right? Even people and goods were tied up directly!
……
……
Southwest Asia, near the southeast border of Türkiye.
In this endless desert, five yellow off-road vehicles drove successively.
Judging from the rough welding traces, they all have thick steel plates.
"H?zl? parkyeri (stop)!" A harsh shout came from the horn outside the watchtower at the border checkpoint.
Four soldiers set up their rifles as if they were about to shoot at any moment.
The front SUV stopped, as did the ones behind.
"Inmek (Get off)!"
A burly officer in dark glasses poked his head out of the watchtower.
The doors of 5 cars opened, and 20 bigger men came down, also wearing sunglasses.
The officer above frowned.
White people are still professionally trained.
He raised the wired microphone in his hand again, and spoke English in a milder tone:
"Which country are you from and where are you going?"
The man in the back seat of the first off-road vehicle took off his sunglasses and walked in front with his hands raised high.
"We're from UK, and we're here to do some small business."
"uk? United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?"
"Yes."
The officer looked suspiciously at the strong blond man below.
According to the depth of tire marks, even if the car is equipped with steel plates, the weight of the product is estimated to be not light.
"Do you have a pass?"
"of course."
A soldier went down and brought up the papers.
The signature and seal belong to a general and are valid until July of this year.
He scanned the name column, "Mr. Wayne, you can leave now."
Across the border is Yin Lak.
To be able to come to this kind of place, and there is a general who acquiesces.
Although they knew everything about the goods, a mere military officer didn't have the guts to search them.
Signaling the soldiers to put down their guns, he sent the documents back himself,
"Thank you." Eric put on his sunglasses, smiled and turned back to the car.
Five off-road vehicles drove through the checkpoint successively.
Before sunset, they left the desert and came to the plain.
They are all well-trained members of the former special forces, and soon found a mountain suitable for overnight stay.
Set up a bonfire and open a can.
Eric misses yesterday's kebab meal terribly.
"Captain, the porridge is ready!"
He finished the can in twos and twos, then filled the empty can with porridge.
The conditions are a bit difficult, but finally it can be unimpeded.
Turkey's economy has not been good in recent years, and domestic workers have gone on strike one after another.
The mafia is becoming more and more blatant, and the military interferes in politics on the grounds of preventing corruption.
If this continues, inflation will surely occur.
As for finance...
Forget it, let's sell some small commodities honestly.
Under a dozen pairs of expectant eyes, Eric drank the porridge in one gulp.
He smacked his lips, "Hanter, you have too much seasoning!"
"Impossible." Hunt scooped a spoon into the pot.
So salty and sweet, the tongue is numb.
"Excuse me, how about I add more water?"
Those who hadn't tasted the oatmeal looked particularly unfriendly at him.
Hunter unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, "What kind of eyes are you slackers?
The worst I can make is better than what Melvin cooked last week in Bulgaria! "
His eyes shifted to the big tall man named Melvin.
He gestured at Hunter with an internationally accepted gesture, "You idiot got kicked by a donkey? It's obviously you who patted your chest to ensure that you can cook this damn thing!"
Hunter politely returned the same gesture, "At least I can eat it, it's not like you've boiled the lake!"
Eric shook his head and smiled wryly.
The first few orders of business were too smooth, it seems that they have to find some hard problems.
……
……
Beauxbaton's castle and part of the land were funded by Nicol and Perenal when they were young.
The beautiful and huge fountain on the campus is also named after them.
Occupy 7 seats on the Hogwarts school board, proper chairman of the board of directors.
There are only three magic schools in Europe, and two of them have very close ties with him.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the gap had been infinitely widened, so she found Vincent after lunch.
"I want to learn silent spells, and cast spells without a wand!"
Vincent, who almost dropped the cake, shook his head stiffly.
Hypnosis may quickly become a silent spell, but without experiencing a real near-death state, it is impossible to cast spells without a wand in advance at a critical moment.
Magic is idealistic, soul, body and spirit are indispensable.
Hermione hasn't reached the threshold for these three things, and she can't learn them even if she teaches them.
"Where's the Patronus Charm?" She asked cautiously,
"If this doesn't work either—"
"Yes." Vincent recalled when she first entered school.
Obviously the only remaining pride is being shattered again and again, but every time I can muster up the courage to ask him for help.
"Can I come together too?" Daphne, who came back to peace, had the same stubbornness on her face.
"Of course you can."
Being friends with such a person may be stressful, but this stress will eventually turn into a driving force for progress.
There was only one History of Magic class in the afternoon.
The old rules, warped.
……
……
Knockturn Alley.
Compared with the adjacent and bustling Diagon Alley, this place is like a dark and gloomy alley.
All the wizards who appeared here covered their faces tightly, and the few who showed their faces were all recognized dangerous people.
Xie Yin Patel, the night demon who walks in the dark night and teases other people's souls with magic, can barely be regarded as a middle-class person.
Disorder and chaos are synonymous with Knockturn Alley, where law and morality do not apply.
Whoever has no bottom line can live a more comfortable life.
The carefully disguised Mrs. Zabini stopped in front of a bar decorated with bones and with a sign that appeared to be written in blood.
It's called "Half Girl," and the open front door is covered in smooth light-colored leather.
She tightened her dusty, tattered cloak a little.
The long hem wrapped the two slender legs, dragging an indistinct black mark on the ground.
"Welcome, guest." The bar owner is a strange old man with single-digit hair and only two teeth left.
In addition to the weirdly shaped wine bottles, the wine cabinet behind him also has many skulls of various shapes.
A few were clearly human.
"Do you know the news about the Night Demon?" Mrs. Zabini's voice was quite hoarse, and her gender could not be distinguished at all.
"Not yet." The boss put away a gold Galleon she put on the bar.
"Any news about Wayne's family?"
"Ten Galleons."
Mrs. Zabini directly put down a handful, "I want to know everything!"
After a few minutes, she walked out of the bar.
The expression under the cloak was extremely gloomy.
The new manager of Gwent's main store in Diagon Alley actually lives in Wayne's house.
The former store manager was an unfathomable vampire, but now this one is a grumpy and ruthless character.
The regulars at the Half Girl bar had a drunken gamble not long ago:
Whoever can take an emerald card from the black swan wizard card house will be the first to enjoy the next batch of "goods".
She doesn't care what the "goods" are, what she cares about is that no wizard succeeds, and then transfers the target to the color card of Gwent.
The new store manager doesn't look very smart, but any spell is very powerful.
Can the stun spell break 6 ribs?
Can the disarming spell shatter the entire arm bone?
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries couldn't go, and those who were seriously injured didn't show up recently.
It is not difficult to deal with such a ruthless person, the difficulty is how to avoid being discovered by the Ministry of Magic.
Please a real dark wizard?
In case of any accident, she would definitely not be able to escape.
Then there is only one target left.
A business trip in the Middle East, right? Even people and goods were tied up directly!
……
……
Southwest Asia, near the southeast border of Türkiye.
In this endless desert, five yellow off-road vehicles drove successively.
Judging from the rough welding traces, they all have thick steel plates.
"H?zl? parkyeri (stop)!" A harsh shout came from the horn outside the watchtower at the border checkpoint.
Four soldiers set up their rifles as if they were about to shoot at any moment.
The front SUV stopped, as did the ones behind.
"Inmek (Get off)!"
A burly officer in dark glasses poked his head out of the watchtower.
The doors of 5 cars opened, and 20 bigger men came down, also wearing sunglasses.
The officer above frowned.
White people are still professionally trained.
He raised the wired microphone in his hand again, and spoke English in a milder tone:
"Which country are you from and where are you going?"
The man in the back seat of the first off-road vehicle took off his sunglasses and walked in front with his hands raised high.
"We're from UK, and we're here to do some small business."
"uk? United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?"
"Yes."
The officer looked suspiciously at the strong blond man below.
According to the depth of tire marks, even if the car is equipped with steel plates, the weight of the product is estimated to be not light.
"Do you have a pass?"
"of course."
A soldier went down and brought up the papers.
The signature and seal belong to a general and are valid until July of this year.
He scanned the name column, "Mr. Wayne, you can leave now."
Across the border is Yin Lak.
To be able to come to this kind of place, and there is a general who acquiesces.
Although they knew everything about the goods, a mere military officer didn't have the guts to search them.
Signaling the soldiers to put down their guns, he sent the documents back himself,
"Thank you." Eric put on his sunglasses, smiled and turned back to the car.
Five off-road vehicles drove through the checkpoint successively.
Before sunset, they left the desert and came to the plain.
They are all well-trained members of the former special forces, and soon found a mountain suitable for overnight stay.
Set up a bonfire and open a can.
Eric misses yesterday's kebab meal terribly.
"Captain, the porridge is ready!"
He finished the can in twos and twos, then filled the empty can with porridge.
The conditions are a bit difficult, but finally it can be unimpeded.
Turkey's economy has not been good in recent years, and domestic workers have gone on strike one after another.
The mafia is becoming more and more blatant, and the military interferes in politics on the grounds of preventing corruption.
If this continues, inflation will surely occur.
As for finance...
Forget it, let's sell some small commodities honestly.
Under a dozen pairs of expectant eyes, Eric drank the porridge in one gulp.
He smacked his lips, "Hanter, you have too much seasoning!"
"Impossible." Hunt scooped a spoon into the pot.
So salty and sweet, the tongue is numb.
"Excuse me, how about I add more water?"
Those who hadn't tasted the oatmeal looked particularly unfriendly at him.
Hunter unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, "What kind of eyes are you slackers?
The worst I can make is better than what Melvin cooked last week in Bulgaria! "
His eyes shifted to the big tall man named Melvin.
He gestured at Hunter with an internationally accepted gesture, "You idiot got kicked by a donkey? It's obviously you who patted your chest to ensure that you can cook this damn thing!"
Hunter politely returned the same gesture, "At least I can eat it, it's not like you've boiled the lake!"
Eric shook his head and smiled wryly.
The first few orders of business were too smooth, it seems that they have to find some hard problems.
……
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