Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Benny, as a businessman engaged in cross-border business between wizards and Muggles, participated in many such and such entertainments after returning to England.

Some are fun, some are time consuming.

The protagonist of today's birthday party is the only son of an oil business tycoon in the Middle East. The meaning of everyone's participation in this fun is mostly socializing rather than giving a special gift to a 6-year-old child.

That's why the audience is singing and dancing, but the protagonist of the party and his legendary friends are not seen.

Adults don't care about this, putting the cart before the horse is what adults are best at.

At this moment, Benny was chatting with a man with a promising future in the British government. This was one of the few politicians he was willing to take the initiative to deal with, whether it was the wizarding world or the magical world.

The two hid in a corner of the party where few people came and went, while secretly eating Belgian chocolate ice cream fondue, while casually "chatting" and exchanging "gossip".

This young man named Mycroft is not yet 30 years old, but he is already in an important position and is the brightest star in British politics.

Benny got acquainted with Mycroft in a business where a small amount of potion was put into the Muggle medicine industry, and the two hit it off right away.As the core of the entire British pharmaceutical industry, and even the top secret of the Muggle and wizarding world, Mycroft is the main person in charge of all projects.

"When he came, he seemed to represent half of the British government. Many people thought he was too young and proud. But after getting in touch with him, I knew that sooner or later it would only be him who represented the entire British government."

——This is how Benny relayed it to Lucius.

The two people here just watched casually for a while, turned their heads back disinterestedly, and continued to "chat" seriously.

For this "unintentional" informal meeting, one of them turned down the important competition of the baby son, and the school event of the baby brother - Oxford's annual family alumni day.

Mycroft could have participated in the school's open day as a well-known alumnus and "parent" of his children today. I heard that there will be a Wilde play in the afternoon, so I probably missed it.In fact, leaving a younger brother who can't be controlled by anyone alone at the event site is also an uneasy move. The two guards he sent to accompany him have not given feedback for two hours.At this moment, he can only hope that no news is the best news.

Two parents who were worried about their children gossiped about "the queen's skin care products" with their own concerns. In the casual topic was another hidden huge business opportunity.And this time, Mycroft also brought a new cooperation intention. He hopes to use some "abnormal forces" to arm MI6-MI[-].

At the same time, the other side that is not being watched by the two big parents...

Cyril quickly shuttled through the crowd with countless screams. He watched Xixiu run wildly while taking all the accessories in front of him and at hand.

A random hook of the nimble little claw is a bracelet, and a random pull here is a necklace... The little guy stuffed the spoils into the front pocket of his belly while running wildly.

Only a simple silver watch with no visible material was placed on top of his head.swagger...

Cyril suddenly understood why the big black dog was relentlessly chasing Zhao Cai, it seemed to be the watch of the man in the wheelchair!

The issue is!When did Zhao Cai take it away!Still on the head!

……

So what kind of money is recruiting...it's not good to change the name to recruit!

Cyril chased after him angrily, while complaining helplessly.After chasing all the way to the side door of the whole manor, Zhaocai rushed in along the steps, and the big black dog jumped in after him. Cyril barely maintained the last bit of etiquette, and stood at the door with a dazed expression. The white-haired butler nodded and also rushed in.

The old butler first stood at attention reflexively and bowed down to say hello to the young Mr. Xiao, and then slowly blinked his eyes as he looked at the figure who was leaving in the dust.

May I ask... what did he see just now?

A mole sprinting past?A black labrador?with a child? ? ?

I am getting older, my eyes are not working well, and I am prone to hallucinations...

After snuffing into the manor, he walked forward along the carpet, turned a corner, and ran far away on the marble steps. The big black dog relied on his four legs, and his speed was also very fast, comparable to that of a hot wheel Zha, it hurts Cyril who is really running with two feet in leather shoes and a suit.

There are precious oil paintings and sculptures on both sides of the corridor. The mosaic stone floor is shiny and reflective, and a string of messy mud footprints is very conspicuous on it. Cyril is not afraid to lose it now. The boy panted while rolling his eyes while leaning on the wall.

A door by the wall opened a crack at an angle that the boy couldn't see, and a hand slowly stretched out, grabbing Cyril's sleeve, and the boy was dragged through the door before he could scream.

The cold and thin palm tightly covered the boy's mouth.Cyril felt the hairs on his back and his hair stand on end.His hand touched the wand in the wand cover unconsciously.

"Shh!"

A familiar voice rang in his ears.

Cyril swallowed the heart that almost popped out of his mouth.

"Um!"

"Shut up and see what I found!" Sherlock took his hand away and dragged Cyril to the other side of the room.

Only then did Cyril have the time to look around the whole room.

This is an afternoon tea room, which is full of carved and gilded tables and chairs, wine cabinets, and even some entertainment facilities.

Sherlock dragged him to a wall, where there was a flat cabinet, I don't know what it was for.He opened the door of the cabinet, and saw what looked like a grid vent.

Cyril looked back suspiciously.

"Look and listen."

Cyril buried his whole face in the past, and saw the scene of the next room through the dense grid.

It was a lounge similar to this one, and two men were talking at the moment, a tall, thin, grey-haired man with a gloomy expression said to another short and fat man: "Anyway, hurry up and transfer this batch of goods, I suspect that I have been targeted recently. The final payment still needs to be transferred to my Swiss account as soon as possible."

"But...the other party said that it will take longer to transfer money to Switzerland, can you call directly to London..."

"Are you an idiot? This side of London? With my name on it? Stop making me talk nonsense!"

The short and fat man flinched, said yes again and again, and then asked hesitantly: "The manifest...?"

"Still using the old password for transactions, remember to be careful." The gray-haired man said while stroking the golden watch on his wrist.

"Okay... okay. Then, this time we come...?"

"Of course it's to discuss business with the old slippery man. When we meet again, remember what I say. You are not allowed to lose money or lose money!"

"Business is not always..."

"We are here to lose money, old man, we have made enough money now, but we dare not spend it... so this time we are looking for a way to spend the money..."

"Oh! I see. You mean laundering the money."

"Uh huh. Just pretend to be as stupid as to be grateful to Dade as long as you hug the old slippery thigh. Okay, don't say any more, be careful that the wall has ears. Although you have specially checked the monitoring equipment, you must be careful in everything. After the party is over, The old slicker promised to come over to discuss business, and you should behave better to me."

"As ordered."

……

After hearing this, Cyril said that now he wants to call the police, or report to the Aurors.

He pointed incredulously across the wall and mouthed "Henderson" again.

Sherlock sat on the sofa chair not far away with his arms crossed, and nodded.His expression looked very natural, without any nervousness or fear.

Cyril walked over and asked silently: "What should we do now?"

"See that watch in his hand? It's the password of his Swiss bank account. And the translation of the password."

"So we need to get his watch?"

"you can say it this way."

"Snatch directly?"

"They have guns."

"...Why don't the police arrest them directly?" Cyril was a little mad.

"That watch has a self-destruct program, if you take it off without the owner's permission, you will lose everything."

"Oh." Cyril imitated Sherlock's posture and sat on the other side of the sofa chair, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

Maybe a summoning spell would do, but it's too risky.

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly for a while, staring at each other with big eyes.

……

"Boom!"

A sudden loud movement interrupted their silence.

"Oops! I forgot that Zhaocai and the big black dog are still outside!!!"

Cyril jumped up and rushed to the door.

But moving faster than him was Mr. Henderson next door.

"What's going on?!" The man ruthlessly grabbed a running servant in the corridor.

"Sorry sir, I don't know too well. It seems that the flower house on the west side has collapsed. We are going there. Please don't panic..."

After finishing speaking, the attendant hurried away.

"Boss, do you see this?"

"Go! Go and have a look, nothing can happen at this juncture."

"it is good."

Cyril and Sherlock also took advantage of the chaos and ran westward with the crowd.

"What is fortune?" Sherlock asked casually while staring at Mr. Henderson in front of him.

"My... pet, a slightly mutated... mole." Cyril explained as he walked bravely.

"Oh. Also your small game goal?"

"That's right..."

On the surface, the building on the west is actually an independent greenhouse.

The crystal top is filled with precious and rare flower species from all over the world.Now that the greenhouse has collapsed, everyone knows that there is a hole under the greenhouse.

There are generally no people here.But today's commotion was too great, a secret place was directly torn open and placed in the sun.

There were already many people around, and it was hard to see what it looked like inside. Cyril vaguely heard someone talking about "a black dog fighting with a group of moles", and felt his right eyelid twitch.

"Who!!! Hurry up and hand it over! Kid!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the crowd.