curse the world at hogwarts

From an aesthetic point of view, Rhine agreed with Hermione's analysis.

But from a human perspective, he felt that Hermione's suspicion was too outrageous.

Who would directly have the idea of ​​harming another person because the other person's clothes are unsightly?

People can't, at least they shouldn't.

Especially when Filch said this, it was not the opinion of a specific individual, but the attitude that permeated the entire Sandford townspeople...

Isn't that bullshit?

In the end, Rhine concluded speechlessly that Filch had not played any useful role in the disappearance of the exploration team.

"Come into town!"

Rhine turned around and gave instructions to the group of people beside him who had long been impatient.

"Take out everything you've prepared."

After giving the order, the entire team got busy and moved out the sealed cartons one by one from the car.

Except for Gomes, who was responsible for preparing this thing, no one else knew what was inside, and they all gathered around it in an instant.

As each carton was opened, everyone was speechless.

Hermione picked up a yellow cultural shirt from a box and looked at the rather old-fashioned LOGO on it, as well as a line of playful large characters below -

"Hogwarts Tour".

Facing the questioning look of the little girl, Rhine shrugged very bachelorly.

"You said you came for a spring outing, aren't these things suitable?"

"..."

In half a minute, Hermione typed a full ten feet of cursing paper on parchment, and finally nodded helplessly.

"It's a perfect fit."

From the perspective of camouflage...who knows what it is...isn't this the virtue of tour groups?

The more corny it is, the more real it is, and it is universally applicable.

The most terrible thing is that Rhine also took advantage of the accidents they deliberately created, so that the "tour group" who was changing clothes in front of them had almost no flaws at all.

There are men and women, old and young... among them are the dry old man Grindelwald and the powerful old lady Mrs. Longbottom.

You said this is a team of wizards investigating magical events?

The people of Sandford will definitely spit in your face and warn you not to cause trouble, causing them to lose such a large tour group.

This is a huge profit!

The old men and women in the small town wake up early and stay up late every day cleaning, taking care of the plants, and shouting hard, isn't it just for these W's?

Fortunately, among this group of people, people with high-end aesthetics like Hermione are a rare species.

The wizard Xia Ji Ba Chuan has a historical tradition, so such a novel way of playing has aroused their strong interest.

What about the Muggle side?

Galahad is an agent who is extremely serious about his mission, Clarisse is a biological mother who sacrifices herself for justice, Lancelot...

He's a slut.

So, everyone was actually quite happy, but the two people who were excluded felt deeply lonely.

Mr. Filch: "Where's mine? Where's mine?"

The old man has been isolated all his life, why should he seek a new retirement life?

Isn’t it just to have a harmonious environment where we can play together?

But Rhine shook his head apologetically and gave an irrefutable answer.

"We are tourists, so we probably don't know you."

"I... ok!"

Rhine never thought that Filch could actually look like an abandoned puppy, and he was more lethal than others!

"Uh...I'll leave you a souvenir."

In order to stop Filch from being disgusting, Rhine decisively made a compromise promise.

"make a deal!"

Judging from this happiness, Mr. Filch's requirements for others are really not too high.

The other person is Officer Angel.

According to Rhine's arrangement, in addition to his own group, Angel should use the advantage of dispatch to infiltrate the local police station to search for more information that has been concealed by the authorities.

Scotland Yard's case files generally record the circumstances, judgments and conclusions of the matter, and most of them are made up.

As the exploration team's last stop before disappearing, there may be more direct witnesses, insiders... or even relevant evidence locally.

After being told to enter the town one day late, Angel could only watch speechlessly as the "tour group" waved their flags and happily headed towards the town.

Gu Qi</span>And soon, he discovered a problem.

"Shet!"

Angel suddenly cursed.

"My luggage!"

"My wallet!"

"I...ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Angel, who has a shaved head, is short, and looks honest, roars to the sky, much like the groundhog that became popular on the Internet decades later.

I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but a big old and warm hand was placed on his shoulder.

Turning around, it turned out to be the only one left here, Mr. Filch, and the unexplained smile on his face that had been inactive for many years and was slightly twitching.

"My house is quite big..."

"Be patient."

Mr. Nicholas Angel, the former best police officer in Greater London, suddenly felt a chill in his back.

From the back of my head, it was as cold as a daisy.

……

It has to be said that Gomes, as a veteran of wizarding and Muggle societies, can be said to be seamless in integrating wizards into the town.

Because they were the first tour group this summer, Laing and others were warmly welcomed by the townspeople.

Even the police detectives who were relaxing in the town's tavern ran out and happily joined in welcoming everyone.

"It can be seen that although they try hard to create the illusion that this place is good..."

Said Lancelot, who likes to rely on psychological analysis to seduce girls.

"But they will only be truly happy when more people come here."

Maybe this is why they work hard to take care of the town and try to prevent Sandford from declining?

Human beings are, after all, social creatures.

"It's crooked com~ It's crotcheted com~"

A bald old police officer walked to the door of the car and greeted everyone.

"I am the Chief of Police in Sandford - Frank Bartman (Butter Man)."

"Where are you from?"

"London."

Rhine has nothing to hide.

"Oh~ That's such a shame~"

Butter Man shook his head with regret.

"It's a pity that the new police chief we transferred from London has not yet arrived. Otherwise, he would have been able to provide a very good guide service for everyone."

That's what he said, but Rhine didn't feel that the old man really felt sorry.

As expected, Butter Man immediately approached Rhine and whispered with a lewd expression.

"Now that he's gone, the local specialty of one-day Sheriff's Service can continue."

"As long as you are willing, everyone from me as the director to the most basic police dog can obey your command."

“Believe me, you can’t find another tourist area in the UK with such services!”

"Not two thousand and nine, not one thousand and eight, just 998!"

"Take home the honorary police title of Eight Stars and Eight Arrows!"

"Are you really not moved?"

Although he was prepared to face all dangers, Rhine still tried to control his facial expression, for fear that he could not help but take out his wand and give this cheap old man a blow.

The dignity of a dignified police officer is just for you to give...

Uh?

When it comes to Da Ying, everything seems to be reasonable?

Besides, when he looked back, he immediately understood how attractive the sales tactics that he had been accustomed to and unmoved in his previous life were to this group of fin-de-siècle old hats.

Stop talking about Neville, Draco, and Hannah...

Even Mrs. Longbottom was lost in thought——

"Director Longbottom?"

"interesting!"