Hogwarts Archmage

Little Gemma was very happy to introduce her proud father to several people, but she didn't know that Victor had mixed feelings in his heart at this moment.

No one wants to see an uninvited boss or boss at their home, especially when the boss is a completely dangerous character, then this feeling will be particularly strong.

Esther shook her head slightly at him from afar. With Victor's eyesight, he could naturally see very clearly. He was a little relieved. Ms. Coleman obviously didn't want outsiders to know what was going on between them. level relationship.

A smile filled his face, and he walked over and said: "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I am...well, Gemma should have introduced me to you."

Ma En knew this guy, and he smiled: "You have a very well-behaved and lovely daughter."

Victor stepped forward and picked up his daughter, messed up her hair and said with a smile: "Yes, Gemma is a little angel, she is my life... no, it is more important than my life. .”

"Yes, after all, this is your daughter." Margaery said something unclear.

Esther turned her head and looked at her. Just when she was about to say something, a rather old voice came from behind several people: "There is only one business card. There is a phone booth at the door. You can try to call, or wait until later. I will spend my spare time with the people here... Several of them are going to the hospital for follow-up examinations in the afternoon. We are older and we always have more illnesses, you know."

"Ah, thanks."

Ma En took the business card, looked at the number on it, took out his phone and pressed it. After a few words, he closed the phone and said, "There happened to be a taxi nearby. It will arrive in about 10 minutes." , we won’t bother you.”

Everyone nodded, and the four of them, Ma and En, left the small community and came to the side of the road. They were not acquaintances to begin with, and there was too much and nothing to talk about.

Not long after they came to the roadside, a "taxi" came over.

Hmm... There is a pickup truck in front of me. Let's just call it a taxi, because this thing is indeed painted like a taxi.

"Hey guys, you must have never imagined that a pickup truck would come to pick you up, right?" A brown-black Indian driver said in a ragged accent.

After Ma En opened the back door and sent the three girls into the car, he was not in a hurry to get in. Instead, he patted the hood of the car curiously: "Friend, to be honest, how did you get the taxi company to give you the car?" Issued a license plate?"

In fact, Americans do use pickup trucks to take taxis, but the car in front of them is somewhat different... Ma En very much suspected that the thing in front of him was older than himself.

The driver shrugged: "To be honest, if you have a very powerful rich friend, and you don't want to touch his money, but just want him to help you handle some small things, it's very simple."

"so what?"

"So I came out and drove a taxi."

Ma En raised an eyebrow: "You..."

"I know you want to say that I don't look like an Indian who likes to take advantage...many people have said this." He complained about his own people very casually, looking very indifferent.

Ma En shrugged: "Okay..."

He opened the door and got in the passenger seat, and the driver started the vehicle --- three times. The smell of exhaust gas coming from the back made Ma En clearly understand that this thing was a diesel car.

This guy kept chattering along the way, talking about his own mental journey and the historical changes in the world. If he met an unlearned person, he might really be fooled by him.

At the beginning, Ma En was quite eager to chat with him, but by the end of the conversation, it was already a coping style.

After the car drove into downtown Manhattan, several people got out of the car and their minds were filled with this guy's useless nonsense.

"Maybe we shouldn't experience the Muggle lifestyle..." Esther said slowly: "Who knows how much I wanted to put a chokehold on him just now."

Hermione rolled her eyes, not really wanting to talk to the proposer, but Margaery next to her said with a smile: "It actually feels good to chat with Muggles occasionally."

The place where they got off the bus was in Midtown, next to Times Square. It was still daytime, and although there were big screens and crowds of people everywhere, Ma En didn't see what he imagined.

"Perhaps we should come here at night. Apart from technological products, there are no Muggle items worth paying attention to... At least we can look at the lights at night."

"... "

Esther glanced at him speechlessly: "It's just not attractive to you. We want to go shopping... This should be the most prosperous place in the United States. I want to pick out some suitable clothes and jewelry... As for The so-called technological products you mentioned... I think you can read the Daily Prophet if you have time, Arthur is about to organize people to fly out of the solar system."

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Ma En asked in disbelief: "Flying out of the solar system? Is he crazy?"

"He's not crazy, he's normal. He's just opened up new ideas by Muggles' various technologies... And you have to know that wizards don't have to calculate every part very accurately like Muggles do. They just need to cast spells. Just make sure what you want."

Ma En curled his lips: "Okay...I'll make up for it when I get home."

"Pay more attention to the wizarding community. We have to go home, where our families are still..."

The two were chatting casually, and Margaery and Hermione had already begun to scan some luxury stores with their eyes...

"Hey, Esther, come here and try on this tiara. It should suit you very well!" Not far away, Hermione stuck her head out and shouted.

Esther hurriedly walked over there, shouting: "Here we come!"

On this day, many shops in Times Square were scanned by four young men. Some people who worked here just talked to each other and felt that it was suffocating how much money these guys spent in just one day. .

And the patience of these people is obviously not very good. Their custom-made clothes and jewelry are rushed, rushed, and then rushed.

In business, integrity is not important. Many items that originally had to wait for at least a month were shortened to ten days when a lot of money was placed in front of them---and it is definitely better than slow work. Be refined.

Several craftsmen even calculated how much the sketch they just drew would be worth every time they drew a draft, and then happily devoted themselves to the most disgusting overtime work.