Chapter 561 No Contrast No Harm
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Qing Mo Da Xian
It was already afternoon when I returned to England, and there were only two bodyguards wearing sunglasses at home.
Judging from the faintly purple eye sockets, they must have lived a fulfilling ten days.
"Master, Madam, Young Master—" The voice trembled a little, probably because I missed it too much.
Eric patted the shoulders of the two, "Nothing happened, right?"
"no!"
He nodded and walked into the house with Yin Fulin.
Vincent glanced at the street outside, and pulled them to the small courtyard behind.
"When did the news of Black's escape come out?"
"This morning, it came before dawn."
The TV news is after 9 o'clock, and it is urgent news, so it is likely to be decided temporarily.
Fudge still has a bottom line, knowing that things cannot be completely concealed.
As for how long it lasted in total, it depends on his integrity.
"Sam's in the shop?"
"Yes, he passed early in the morning."
Vincent was skeptical.
He entered the house to say hello to his parents, and then apparated three times to Charing Cross Road, Westminster.
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, Sirius' wanted notice is clearly posted on the wall.
Unlike the pictures on the TV during the day, the sign with both hands is not Birmingham Prison, but the original Azkaban Prison.
Static can't see anything, dynamic is screaming crazily.
It's a bit scary, and children will definitely not be able to stand it.
"Mr. Wayne? Welcome." The boss Tom came to him with a dirty towel on his right shoulder.
Vincent glanced at the upside-down wooden cup on the bar, "Hello, Mr. Tom.
Excuse me, when were these arrest warrants posted? "
"This morning." Old Tom looked a little angry,
"The group of Aurors came too suddenly. They walked into Diagon Alley without saying a word, as if Black had already swam back from Azkaban."
The newspaper and the arrest warrant are at the same time, and the deadline for the secret search should have been yesterday.
"Swim back? The dementors will catch him in no time."
"Um——you may have returned after you said that."
Not to mention staying for 12 years, even if staying for half a year, you have to lose a few laps.
Unless Sirius is crazy, he must have a rigorous escape plan, disappearing under the noses of the Ministry of Magic and the dementors.
After talking to Old Tom, Vincent walked into Diagon Alley after knocking on the bricks.
There are many wanted notices posted in the arched passage, as well as on the walls between the shops.
After all, he was the first dark wizard to escape from Azkaban, so it was strange not to be treated like this.
Walking into the main store of Gwent brand under Wayne Enterprises, his blood pressure started to rise.
It doesn't matter if you don't greet customers, but you still hide in the corner and doze off.
Cover your head with a newspaper so you can't see?
There is only one wizard in the global magic world who can be so lazy.
Vincent went up and slapped him, and when the other party cursed, he punched him in the stomach.
The whole process was smooth and flowing, without the slightest hesitation.
The adults and children who were drawing cards were stunned.
The new store manager's temper is not very good. It turned out that he was beaten by the boss.
"Who is it!" Sam pushed aside the newspaper angrily, and stood up with a smile as if changing his face in the next second.
"Wayne? Why didn't you say something in advance when you came back, so I thought it was some fucker who dared to come over and make trouble."
More than half a year has passed, and now it is getting worse and worse.
"Pay attention to your image, you are the face of my store now."
Sam straightened up a little bit, "I see~
But the opposite side has closed down, and no one dares to compete with you. "
The signboard of the Black Swan Wizard House of Cards has long been removed, and it will be difficult to continue to survive even if the final trial is acquitted.
But can an Auror who has won the Medal of Honor from the Magic Council have such a gangster attitude?
"Nobody knows me anyway."
Vincent did not give up, and it was an education in front of customers.
On the surface, he looks like he has changed his past, but as for the true thoughts in his heart...
No need to guess, it must be lazy or ostentatious.
Not only can you experience the exciting process of drawing cards, but you can also enjoy the joy brought by the boss and the store manager. All customers in the store feel that this trip is worth it.
After talking for half an hour, I was a little thirsty.
A large glass of water went down, the more Vincent looked at Sam, the more speechless he became.
"Look carefully at the store, I will inspect it from time to time."
"Boss, go slowly~" It was almost time to beat the gongs and drums to see him off.
Blood pressure is a bit high, go to the opposite side to lower blood pressure.
The huge floor-to-ceiling glass window is gone, and the luxurious decoration inside has also been dismantled in sevens and eights.
The gentlemen seem to have no hope and plan to stop losses in time.
As soon as he thought that Fudge would continue to seize the confiscated wizard cards for various reasons, he felt that the Minister of Magic still had merits.
Although the disadvantages are much more numerous.
"Wayne!" The voice of gnashing teeth was very familiar.
Vincent poked his head out of the window and saw Malfoy old and Malfoy young.
"What are you doing here!" Draco looked like he was going to hit someone.
"Come in and have a look." Vincent kicked half of the broken chair by his feet.
Lucius frowned at his casual look.
"Get out!" Draco said with a broken voice, "This is not a place for you to come in!"
Perhaps it was because of Dad's presence that even his words became a lot tougher.
"Ahem——" Vincent turned towards the wizards who were surrounding him, "You haven't sold this place yet?"
His tone was exaggerated,
"Hurry up, it won't be easy to make a move the day after tomorrow."
Lucius' face was extremely pale.
Draco blushed, his lips trembling slightly.
Calm down and take a deep breath.
"Hey——" Lucius sneered, his eyes flicked to those who came to watch the excitement.
"What are you doing!" A pair of slender hands brushed aside the crowd, revealing a young heart-shaped face.
Her hair is pink and she wears a very un-wizard burgundy jacket.
"It's broad daylight, who is making trouble!"
The female Auror frowned slightly, as if she was a little disgusted and impatient.
Vincent blinked decisively at Lucius and Draco.
There is neither a window nor a notice, go in and see what is not breaking the law.
"It's you?" The female Auror obviously knew Malfoy and his son, her eyes almost narrowed.
"Let's go." Lucius took Draco's hand with disdain, and walked towards the passage made by the crowd next to him.
"Hmph—" Her voice was not low, it should be on purpose.
"There's no show to watch, hurry up and disperse!"
The wizards watching walked away one by one.
Vincent got out of the window and accidentally saw Sam retreating into the store in a panic.
There is no harm without comparison.
"Are you okay?" The disgust and impatience on the female Auror's face was replaced by concern,
"Malfoy and the others are like this. They always look down on other wizards by relying on their pure blood status."
"Thank you." Vincent spread his hands to indicate that he was fine, "I have already experienced it deeply when I was in school."
She nodded in surprise, "It's good that you're fine.
By the way, I'm Tonks, and I'm in charge of maintaining law and order on Diagon Alley South Street from today. "
Tonks is not the surname of a pure-blood wizard, no wonder he hates Malfoy and his son.
……
……
Judging from the faintly purple eye sockets, they must have lived a fulfilling ten days.
"Master, Madam, Young Master—" The voice trembled a little, probably because I missed it too much.
Eric patted the shoulders of the two, "Nothing happened, right?"
"no!"
He nodded and walked into the house with Yin Fulin.
Vincent glanced at the street outside, and pulled them to the small courtyard behind.
"When did the news of Black's escape come out?"
"This morning, it came before dawn."
The TV news is after 9 o'clock, and it is urgent news, so it is likely to be decided temporarily.
Fudge still has a bottom line, knowing that things cannot be completely concealed.
As for how long it lasted in total, it depends on his integrity.
"Sam's in the shop?"
"Yes, he passed early in the morning."
Vincent was skeptical.
He entered the house to say hello to his parents, and then apparated three times to Charing Cross Road, Westminster.
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, Sirius' wanted notice is clearly posted on the wall.
Unlike the pictures on the TV during the day, the sign with both hands is not Birmingham Prison, but the original Azkaban Prison.
Static can't see anything, dynamic is screaming crazily.
It's a bit scary, and children will definitely not be able to stand it.
"Mr. Wayne? Welcome." The boss Tom came to him with a dirty towel on his right shoulder.
Vincent glanced at the upside-down wooden cup on the bar, "Hello, Mr. Tom.
Excuse me, when were these arrest warrants posted? "
"This morning." Old Tom looked a little angry,
"The group of Aurors came too suddenly. They walked into Diagon Alley without saying a word, as if Black had already swam back from Azkaban."
The newspaper and the arrest warrant are at the same time, and the deadline for the secret search should have been yesterday.
"Swim back? The dementors will catch him in no time."
"Um——you may have returned after you said that."
Not to mention staying for 12 years, even if staying for half a year, you have to lose a few laps.
Unless Sirius is crazy, he must have a rigorous escape plan, disappearing under the noses of the Ministry of Magic and the dementors.
After talking to Old Tom, Vincent walked into Diagon Alley after knocking on the bricks.
There are many wanted notices posted in the arched passage, as well as on the walls between the shops.
After all, he was the first dark wizard to escape from Azkaban, so it was strange not to be treated like this.
Walking into the main store of Gwent brand under Wayne Enterprises, his blood pressure started to rise.
It doesn't matter if you don't greet customers, but you still hide in the corner and doze off.
Cover your head with a newspaper so you can't see?
There is only one wizard in the global magic world who can be so lazy.
Vincent went up and slapped him, and when the other party cursed, he punched him in the stomach.
The whole process was smooth and flowing, without the slightest hesitation.
The adults and children who were drawing cards were stunned.
The new store manager's temper is not very good. It turned out that he was beaten by the boss.
"Who is it!" Sam pushed aside the newspaper angrily, and stood up with a smile as if changing his face in the next second.
"Wayne? Why didn't you say something in advance when you came back, so I thought it was some fucker who dared to come over and make trouble."
More than half a year has passed, and now it is getting worse and worse.
"Pay attention to your image, you are the face of my store now."
Sam straightened up a little bit, "I see~
But the opposite side has closed down, and no one dares to compete with you. "
The signboard of the Black Swan Wizard House of Cards has long been removed, and it will be difficult to continue to survive even if the final trial is acquitted.
But can an Auror who has won the Medal of Honor from the Magic Council have such a gangster attitude?
"Nobody knows me anyway."
Vincent did not give up, and it was an education in front of customers.
On the surface, he looks like he has changed his past, but as for the true thoughts in his heart...
No need to guess, it must be lazy or ostentatious.
Not only can you experience the exciting process of drawing cards, but you can also enjoy the joy brought by the boss and the store manager. All customers in the store feel that this trip is worth it.
After talking for half an hour, I was a little thirsty.
A large glass of water went down, the more Vincent looked at Sam, the more speechless he became.
"Look carefully at the store, I will inspect it from time to time."
"Boss, go slowly~" It was almost time to beat the gongs and drums to see him off.
Blood pressure is a bit high, go to the opposite side to lower blood pressure.
The huge floor-to-ceiling glass window is gone, and the luxurious decoration inside has also been dismantled in sevens and eights.
The gentlemen seem to have no hope and plan to stop losses in time.
As soon as he thought that Fudge would continue to seize the confiscated wizard cards for various reasons, he felt that the Minister of Magic still had merits.
Although the disadvantages are much more numerous.
"Wayne!" The voice of gnashing teeth was very familiar.
Vincent poked his head out of the window and saw Malfoy old and Malfoy young.
"What are you doing here!" Draco looked like he was going to hit someone.
"Come in and have a look." Vincent kicked half of the broken chair by his feet.
Lucius frowned at his casual look.
"Get out!" Draco said with a broken voice, "This is not a place for you to come in!"
Perhaps it was because of Dad's presence that even his words became a lot tougher.
"Ahem——" Vincent turned towards the wizards who were surrounding him, "You haven't sold this place yet?"
His tone was exaggerated,
"Hurry up, it won't be easy to make a move the day after tomorrow."
Lucius' face was extremely pale.
Draco blushed, his lips trembling slightly.
Calm down and take a deep breath.
"Hey——" Lucius sneered, his eyes flicked to those who came to watch the excitement.
"What are you doing!" A pair of slender hands brushed aside the crowd, revealing a young heart-shaped face.
Her hair is pink and she wears a very un-wizard burgundy jacket.
"It's broad daylight, who is making trouble!"
The female Auror frowned slightly, as if she was a little disgusted and impatient.
Vincent blinked decisively at Lucius and Draco.
There is neither a window nor a notice, go in and see what is not breaking the law.
"It's you?" The female Auror obviously knew Malfoy and his son, her eyes almost narrowed.
"Let's go." Lucius took Draco's hand with disdain, and walked towards the passage made by the crowd next to him.
"Hmph—" Her voice was not low, it should be on purpose.
"There's no show to watch, hurry up and disperse!"
The wizards watching walked away one by one.
Vincent got out of the window and accidentally saw Sam retreating into the store in a panic.
There is no harm without comparison.
"Are you okay?" The disgust and impatience on the female Auror's face was replaced by concern,
"Malfoy and the others are like this. They always look down on other wizards by relying on their pure blood status."
"Thank you." Vincent spread his hands to indicate that he was fine, "I have already experienced it deeply when I was in school."
She nodded in surprise, "It's good that you're fine.
By the way, I'm Tonks, and I'm in charge of maintaining law and order on Diagon Alley South Street from today. "
Tonks is not the surname of a pure-blood wizard, no wonder he hates Malfoy and his son.
……
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