The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

As night fell, a policeman walked over.

"Sir, I have to remind you that you have been standing in front of this phone booth all day. What can I do for you?"

Ivan Ivanov knew that his very distinctive foreign face must have aroused suspicion. He took out a work permit from his body and handed it to the other party: "Sorry, I'm waiting for a very important person here. friend."

The British police took the work permit, looked at it, and immediately handed it back: "Oh, Dr. Ivanov, then I won't disturb you. In addition, thank you for your contribution to the aerospace industry."

"Thank you, Mr. Police. The security of this neighborhood is thanks to you. At least I have been standing here for a whole day and I haven't seen anything unpleasant happen."

When the policeman walked away, Ivan held the pocket watch in his hand and said, "What is a doctor? Is it the same as a professor?"

"A professor does not have to be a doctor, a doctor can definitely become a professor." Aesop's voice returned to its usual friendly and indifferent tone.

"Oh, you're finally back to normal. I thought I was going to spend the night here."

Aesop took "Mr. Black" from Ivanov's hand, and the two bickered habitually: "Does it matter where you spend the night with a pocket watch, or are you reminding me that I should prepare a matchbox for you?" bed?"

"Mr. Green, are you okay?" Ivan asked with concern.

Aesop nodded: "Sorry to keep you waiting here all day, magic riots are not easy to encounter."

"It's my honor to serve you." Ivan didn't care.

Aesop turned to the phone booth, and he said to himself in his heart: It's okay, that motherland is not your motherland after all.

He took off the receiver again and was about to press his finger on the dial button.

"Mr. Green?" Ivan saw the other person's fingers hanging in the air. This powerful wizard who was always very decisive seemed to be facing something extremely terrifying when facing the small button.

Then he escaped.

Aesop handed the receiver to Ivanov: "It's more appropriate for you to make this call. After all, what we need is your influence. Just say what we agreed before.

Ivan Ivanov took the receiver and dialed the phone as Aesop asked.

"Hello, this is your second call today. What can I do?" The operator on the other side was still the same.

Ivanov has spent two years in the East. With his IQ, he has certainly mastered the language that seems like a devil to countless foreigners.

Then, a magical scene appeared: a Russian foreigner spoke in Chinese in a red phone booth on the streets of London, England: "Hello, I am Ivan Ivanov."

"Ivan Ivanov?" The other party repeated this obvious Russian name in Chinese.

"Of course, you can call me by my Chinese name, Lin Weixin." Ivan Ivanov said at his own pace without receiving Aesop's next instructions.

But Aesop was still standing aside calmly as usual, as if his companion was making the most ordinary phone call.

But the whole body covered by the suit was slightly stiff.

"Are you a Chinese citizen?" the other person asked. He seemed to have heard this name before. It was really strange. How could he be familiar with the Chinese name of a Russian foreigner?

"Perhaps, so far, I am still a Soviet citizen?" After all, no one has notified me that I have changed my nationality. Ivan Ivanov sighed, and then looked at Aesop who seemed to be feeling something.

"Help me pick up the military attache from the embassy, ​​Mr. Fang Wei."

"Do you know Colonel Fang?"

"Yes," Ivan smiled, as if remembering something, "You tell him that it was his old boss who came to him."

There was a panicked voice on the other side of the receiver, and then a calm and excited voice sounded: "Dr. Lin? Is that you?"

"Oh, Fang Wei, was it because of me that you were transferred to the UK? If that's the case, I have to say sorry to you." While there, Fang Wei was responsible for his own safety; After finishing that special "teaching", he did not hide his destination from them.

"Are you coming back? I will make arrangements immediately..."

"Colonel Fang, as I said when we parted, I have taught you everything I can teach you." Ivan Ivanov quickly got to the point, "I hope to get your help this time."

"Of course, my country and I will never forget your friendship and will be more than happy to serve you."

Aesop Green and Ivan Ivanov let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Then Mr. Fang Wei, I need you to help me pay attention to the developments of Kodos Natural Gas Company during this period." Ivan Ivanov said according to Aesop's previous instructions, "I need all their information."

"Yes, no problem at all." Fang Wei put down the phone and stood upright, wondering what he was thinking about.

The operator on the side turned the monitor over: "Kodos Gas Company is from the Soviet Union, oh, now it is Russia. It is an old gas company. However, their management seems to be relatively mysterious and basically does not appear in front of the public. But at this time, that Bien is a turbulent time, and if our people enter rashly, it may cause disputes."

"We never reject our friends' requests for help." Fang Wei's eyes showed the unique perseverance of a soldier.

"As long as they are true friends." The operator also gave a military salute.

"Especially the friends who helped us."

Kodos Gas Company is actually the Muggle world's property of the Russian magic school Kodos Doretz. Unlike the Hogwarts School Director's funding model, Kodos Doretz's funding mainly comes from this company. Muggle industry, in order to ensure the independence of education.

The president of Kodos Natural Gas Company is the principal of Kodos Doriz Magic School, and there is no exception.

Now, all he has to do is wait for the information to arrive, and he should be able to know what happened to Seldon Ilyich.

"Thank you, Mr. Ivanov." Aesop said sincerely.

"It's nothing. It's nothing compared to your help to me." Ivan carefully tried, "When you are free, do you want to go to that eastern country to see it? I stayed there for two years. The food impressed me so much that I can be your guide then.”

Aesop shook his head, but didn't say anything. He tried his best to restrain his inner impulse.

That's not your homeland, he repeated in his mind.

"Ivan, do you know a good bar around here?"

Ivanov changed the subject naturally: "How about I introduce you to a restaurant with Russian characteristics. It would be nice to have some vodka at this time."

Aesop thought for a while: "Forget it, the Ministry of Magic will make trouble for me if I am exposed. As expected, I'd better go back to Hogsmeade."

Ivan followed suit: "Well, the Three Broomsticks are also very famous. Several colleagues from the Squib Support Association have recommended it to me."

"Maybe I should go to the convenience store. Butterbeer from Three Broomsticks is nice to warm up on a normal day, but it's not suitable tonight."

To drown this damn emotion, you might need a stiff drink.