All things are three at Hogwarts

After seeing clearly the wizard who came in first and the men who followed him, Nott's face was gray. After Bobin let out a scream, he began to tremble on the sofa.

And Hector Foley only felt that his feet were weak and his face turned pale. Not only was Harris caught him negotiating with the purebloods who opposed them, but he discovered that Harris could come to him before. Because of the information provided by the two female hag hybrids he just met, they were standing outside the door, holding a small bag of rattling money in their hands and trying to please the people from the Ministry of Magic with ugly smiles.

Len Harris, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, strode towards this corner. Behind him were strikers in Ministry of Magic uniforms, each holding a Firebolt. They pushed away aggressively and tried to ask questions. The harpy female waitress sealed the bar and blocked the people in the bar in a fan shape.

This group of highly trained elite strikers is different from the relatively independent Aurors who are also affiliated with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. They are directly under the orders of the armed forces of the Department of Law Enforcement.

The original function of these strikers is more like the police or soldiers of the wizarding world than the Aurors who are agents, or the current patrol Aurors. They were originally trained to conduct criminal investigations of dark magic and arrest or detain them. Dark wizards and witches are often assigned to the front lines of fighting crime.

Before the Auror reform and development, this industry was still relatively popular among wizards. Although it also required training and internship, it did not require the three-year training period of the old Aurors, and because it required fighting, Even for interns, the starting salary is a basic salary of seven hundred gold galleons per month. The Ministry of Magic will also equip them with broomsticks and have beds exclusively for this department at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

It’s just that now their functions have been replaced by Aurors. Although they have not been banned because of the relationship with the Legal Enforcement Department, the reorganized Aurors have absorbed elite strikers and only maintained a small scale, and they are basically useless. When he comes out to perform tasks, he is only responsible for internal tasks or patrols within the Ministry of Magic.

However, Lunn came out this time and brought his own armed forces with him. This was a good opportunity for these frustrated wizards. Everyone cheered up and looked impressive.

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As the boss, Mr. Foley stood up immediately. He pretended not to notice the atmosphere and stepped forward to greet him with a smile on his face: "Director Harris, what brought you here? I recently came from the England Quidditch National Team. I took over another batch of retired mascots, and their performance level is very good, do you listen?"

Lunn's tone was gentle and polite: "Mr. Foley, I'm sorry for bothering you today."

"Please take a seat...Seroper, please help me serve wine to these division chiefs." Foley felt a little more relaxed because of Lunn's tone. He glanced at Old Nott and Bobin who were standing aside, and he didn't care about them. Satisfied with the act of daring to speak, he then greeted a familiar beater behind Lunn, "Ah? Mr. Peacegood? It's been a long time since you came to my place to drink? Look at how you're dressed... So you're done Is the news about the identity change from memory canceller to striker true?"

"Don't ask your beautiful waiter to pour us drinks...I'll bring my colleagues over for drinks after get off work another day." Arnold Peacegood patted Mr. Foley's shoulder enthusiastically, and then looked at the silent man. The two guests who arrived at the bar first said, "We have official business today..."

Lunn pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite them without speaking.

Knowing he couldn't escape, Bobin forced a smile: "Director Harris, is there anything in the Ministry of Magic that needs our assistance?"

Old Nott was a little flustered like Bobin, but Old Nott maintained his posture and leaned against the sofa forcefully: "Director Harris, am I too old? I have been in the sanatorium of St. Mungo's Hospital...just yesterday. I just came to the bar to have a drink today after being discharged from the hospital... This may be the last few times I come to the bar in my life. I wonder why Director Harris brought so many people here... They are not here to find me, right?"

Lunn's eyes swept over Old Nott's body, and he spoke in a daily conversation tone as if he was talking about a very trivial matter: "The Department of Magical Law Enforcement received a tip from Mr. Foley, saying that he had caught two people who were funding Death Eaters. A member of the wizarding family is conducting some dangerous contraband dealing in his bar."

Bobin was startled and stared at Mr. Foley in fear. Nott held her hand and shook her head, baring his teeth like a hyena, "Director Harris, there are so many people here...I didn't see anyone." Someone is dealing in contraband."

"Director Harris...don't be joking..." Mr. Foley was stunned, then tried to make a joke with a smile on his face and said: "Director Harris, the people sitting here are all good and law-abiding citizens. .”

The hitter Alastor Gamboir, who was standing behind Lunn, glanced at his boss, then took out his notepad from his pocket, and began to write down with a pen while reading loudly and clearly: "Hector F. Mr. Lee believes that wizards who trade contraband to make money to fund mysterious people are good, law-abiding citizens."

"Uh... Director Harris..." Foley, who was sitting half sideways next to Lun, turned even paler. His hands under the sleeves of his magic robe were clenched tightly, "The Foley family has nothing to do with the mysterious man. , for the sake of Sirius, please don’t embarrass me..."

Lunn slowly took out a sealed crystal bottle from the pocket of his magic robe and threw it casually on the table, "A bottle full of the poison sac gas from the neck of the poison sac leopard, how about this?"

Nott's face turned cold, and he put his hand in his pocket in a serious tone: "I want to find lawyers and media reporters to expose your false accusation."

"Harris, are you trying to frame me?" Foley showed some of the power of the head of the family because of his distant cousin, "What kind of evidence do you think this is? I say this is useless."

"I said this is useful." Lunn's eyes met Foley's, and then he stood up with a snap. Very quickly, and then came a petrification spell, followed by an Expelliarmus.

Mr. Foley and Nott both went out unawares. Annette Bobin was so frightened that she cried. Lunn smiled and took back his wand.

At this time, Foley's arms snapped to his sides, his legs were stiff, his upper and lower jaws were locked together, and he was speechless. Only his eyes were moving, and old Nott was old and disarmed. The action of throwing the wand out after the spell hit him strained his muscles.

Then, under Mr. Foley's shocked and angry eyes, Lunn picked up the bottle of poisonous leopard gas he brought on the table, stuffed it directly into the pocket of Foley's magic robe, and immediately lifted the spell.

"I wrote the report before I came here..." Lun's eyes didn't blink, and his tone was gentle, "Azkaban has returned to normal now, just short of the first batch of guests. The smuggled contraband is enough for you to stay there for a long time. .”

"Mr. Foley, it seems that I have to wait until you come out of Azkaban before I can bring my colleagues over for drinks again." Arnold Peacegood still had that warm and hearty smile.

After a brief pause.

"Sorry..." The smile on Mr. Foley's face became distorted and bitter. He glanced at the other two people with ashen faces and then looked at the waitress on the side who didn't dare to move because of the striker, "Seroper... "

The mixed-breed waitress made a bird call from her mouth, and the originally beautiful and graceful siren harpies who were playing the fife on the stage in the distance suddenly changed their faces. These girls had the heads of beautiful women. The monster with a body, bird wings and bronze bird claws instantly regained its ancient wildness and began to flap its wings and fly towards Old Nott and Bobin at high speed.

The monsters knocked over wine glasses, the sound of bottles and the screams of witches echoed in the bar.

"Little Hector, this is because of what happened to Sirius... so that you can use this to draw a clear line between you and people you shouldn't hang out with." Lunn adjusted his glasses, "Be gentle... I The report says that the Foley family only caught two criminals."