[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

It is quite a long walk from the entrance of the headquarters of the Magic Congress to the Security Department of the Magic Congress, and it is already off-duty time, but as Ms. Freeman said, because Claire was exposed during the global live broadcast of the apocalypse, many functional departments of the Magic Congress The overtime mode is turned on. This road is full of staff members hurrying with their documents. The offices of the departments they pass are all brightly lit. In front of the windows, three or four quill pens are controlled by magic to quickly write on the parchment. Reporting clerical staff.

The office of the Security Department is in the innermost of all the offices of the departments. When Claire went to the Department of Magical Creatures Protection, she once saw Aurors coming in and out from a distance. Most of the American Aurors are dressed in fashion, even if they walk on the street, they will not be caught. Muggles recognized something unusual, compared to the British Aurors who went out in long pajamas, their fashion value was much lower.

Maybe it's not trendy at all.

However, Tai Lun also said that the Ministry of Security is a place that every wizard does not want to enter. Although there are many handsome men and Auror offices that are popular with witches, the most famous one is the eerie interrogation room. There are execution chambers that have taken the lives of countless wizards who broke the law.

The [-]th century was the period when Rapaport’s law was strictly enforced. It not only strictly restricted the contact between wizards and No-Majs, but even personal relationships were not allowed. During that period, wizards who were sentenced for having close contacts with No-Majs Countless.

"But these years have been much better." The young Auror Ralph hung his coat on the hanger at the door of the office, and looked at Claire who walked into the room behind him, "Actually, there are wizards and No-Majs in the Magic Congress. But everyone turns a blind eye, the magic world is too small, and everyone needs to develop externally."

Claire was originally observing the chandelier in the Auror office of the Security Department, but when she heard this, she smiled and shook her head.

Ralph straightened his shirt collar and blinked: "Mr. Lagerfeld, are you also in a relationship with that... man called Ci?"

Claire was about to pull a chair and sit down. After listening to his words, her hands froze. Just as she was about to speak, a thick notebook had already been knocked heavily on his head. Luo asked sharply: "Why don't you ask what you should ask, why ask these?"

Ralph said "Ouch", then stood aside with his head in his arms.

The older Auror gave him a blank look, took his notebook, walked behind the desk in front of Claire, sat down, picked up a quill, and said in a muffled voice: "I am Clark, the director of the Auror office. Lewis, because the former Minister of Security, Mr. Gott, resigned to travel the world, so now I am in charge of the affairs of the Ministry of Security. I don’t like the atmosphere of the interrogation room very much, so I will ask you in the Auror office.” He opened the notebook, Dip the ink with a quill pen and ask, "Name."

"Claire Lagerfeld." Claire also sat down and replied softly.

"Country of Citizenship."

"I was born in the United States, but my father is a British wizard, so I studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before coming to the United States, I worked as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts for a year." Clareton paused , "I believe that the Ministry of Security already knew a lot about my resume before arresting me."

Clark looked up at her, then closed the notebook with a snap, and said, "Indeed, as Ms. Lagerfeld said, the Magical Congress of America has noticed you for a while."

"A while ago?" Claire frowned.

"Coincidentally, that happened in the No-Maj Pentagon as well," Clark said.

When Clark gave such a reminder, Claire immediately realized that it should be the time he used the time converter to go to the Pentagon to rescue Eric.

"But..." Claire said after deliberation, "I was very careful last time."

"But a No-Maj saw your face. If it wasn't for Minister Scarman of the Department of Magical Creatures Protection, who just went to the No-Maj CIA to do business, I don't know that a No-Maj is describing to CIA agents the appearance of a wizard who uses a magic wand to fight. "Clark said, "Because in the CIA conference room, it is inconvenient to draw out the wand and use it to forget everything, so Minister Scarman used other methods to fool this matter."

Claire blinked: "So..."

"Minister Scarman can draw," Clark said curtly.

Claire: "..."

The portrait of the blond-haired and blue-eyed Snape appeared strongly in her mind again, she shook her head violently, and then said: "Minister Scamman can actually draw, when I discussed the poison leopard with him, it was all because of me." I drew it for him."

"I don't know when I learned it." Clark glanced at her, and then returned to the topic, "This time is different from last time. Last time it could be resolved by relatively peaceful means. This time, it can only be solved by lowering the global scale." Winged Demon Venom to make No-Majs forget what they saw on TV, I have to say, Ms. Lagerfeld, what you have done has caused the Magical Congress of America quite a lot of trouble."

Claire said seriously: "I also know that I did not think carefully, but the disaster of the apocalypse is imminent. He has gathered three doomsday knights, and he is only short of the last one. He can complete the trial and destroy the world. I only have to risk exposure." Mr. Lewis, you just said that for No-Majs, there is no difference between wizards and mutants. If they still have doubts, I can say that I am a mutant, or use other methods to obtain mutants. Human beings who can, you live in New York, and you know that there are not many mutants, I met Spider-Man some time ago."

Clark: "..."

Claire was still a little puzzled when she saw Clark's sudden black face. Ralph on the side had already taken the initiative to answer the question: "Some time ago, when Spider-Man and the Avengers were fighting aliens on the streets of New York, they smashed Mr. Lewis in the No-Maj World. KFC store."

Claire: "..."

She really couldn't connect the dark and smelly-faced Clark with the amiable white-bearded KFC grandpa.

"So..." She looked at Ralph, "Why did Mr. Lewis join KFC..."

Ralph scratched his head and said innocently: "Because the salary of the Magic Congress is low, opening a fast food restaurant in No-Maj World can make money. Minister Scarman of the Ministry of Magical Creatures Protection even joined a Burger King a few years ago. It's in Flushing, the location is very good, and he can make a lot of money every day, so he later opened several Burger Kings and Starbucks in other prime locations. In the entire Magic Congress, Minister Scarman is the richest, That's why Minister Scarman is also called the Minister of Gold who is making money every day! Of course! This is a secret that the Magic Council cannot tell!"

Claire: "..."

Clark: "..."

Claire swallowed: "So the Rappaport law..."

"Stop talking." Clark didn't change his face, but spread out his notebook, and continued to ask, "Do you have personal relationships with those mutants?"

Claire also realized that she would stop poking Clark's sore feet when the storefront was smashed by the Avengers, sat down obediently, and replied, "Yes."

"What is the relationship between them?"

"Professor X Charles Xavier is the principal of the school I work for in the United States, Quicksilver Pietro Maximoff is my student, Magneto King Eric Lanshel..." Claire paused, " He is my boyfriend."

Ralph on the side opened his eyes wide and let out a cry of surprise.

Clark and Claire turned their heads to look at him, and he scratched the back of his head again: "I'm just amazed, as expected of Mr. Lagerfeld, he managed to get the mutant who caused No-Maj headaches the most."

Claire smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

Clark looked at Ralph and said impatiently, "If you want to change the subject again, get out."

Ralph immediately stood up straight, chest up and head up, like a statue guarding the office door.

Clark then continued to ask: "So does Eric Lanshere know your wizard status?"

"Yes." Claire said.

"You have broken the law of Rappaport." Clark said, "Not only did you have a personal relationship with No-Maj, but you also let the other party know your identity."

"No-Majs don't think that mutants are the same kind of people as them." Claire said with a smile, "Anyway, to No-Majs, wizards and mutants are the same, they are suspicious guys with special abilities outside of them. "

Clark said without raising his head: "Anyway, compared to what you did today, ma'am, telling a mutant about your identity is already suspicious and negligible."

Claire: "..."

"Next." Clark looked up at Claire, "Why did you resign and choose to come to the United States."

"I..." Claire recalled the letter she wrote to her aunt at that time, "I want to live an ordinary life."

"Then do you think you are living an ordinary life?" Clark asked.

Claire reached out and rubbed her forehead, went deep into the Pentagon to rescue Magneto, and killed Apocalypse in full view, no matter how you say it, it was not ordinary.

It can also be said that since she met Eric in Krakow, her future life was destined to be not as ordinary as she imagined.

Before she could answer, there were three very polite knocks outside the closed office door. Clark gestured to Ralph with his eyes. Ralph nodded, turned sideways, and opened the Auror Office door.

As soon as the door was half opened, Claire heard a smiling male voice say, "Clark, did you bring my friend here? It was your kindness that didn't lock her into the interrogation room."

While the man was speaking, he had already stepped into the room. He was not very tall, but he was well-proportioned. His iron gray suit made his waist thin and his legs long. He also wore a navy blue suede scarf on his shoulders, weakening With a sense of formality brought by the suit, he has well-groomed light brown hair, fair complexion, and handsome appearance. There are two naughty little freckles on the left cheek, with a smile in his eyes, and he looks very friendly and easy-going.

He smiled even more when he saw Claire sitting at the desk, and said, "Old friend, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are famous all over the world, don't forget even if you are rich."

Claire only felt a headache. She looked at Clark and asked, "Didn't you say that Minister Scamman is raining all over the world and won't be back for a while?"

Clark said with a cold face: "It is estimated that his Burger King store was smashed by Spider-Man, so he came here in a hurry."

Tyronn Scamman shook his index finger and said, "You're wrong to say that, Clarke, my store will never be smashed, and Flushing is very safe, generally not... "

Before he finished speaking, a young man in a suit trotted to the door of Auror's office, panting, "Department, Minister! Iron Man and Hulk are fighting robots in Flushing! Your... Your storefront..."

For a while, Auror's office was as quiet as a chicken farm visited by weasels.