Superman is my primary school classmate

Harry clearly entered Sean's mind, and he could see clearly. He saw Sean go back to his childhood, saw Sean travel back to the last century, and learned that Sean wanted to investigate his father's incident. The truth of the incident, arriving at the place where the incident happened, unexpectedly inspired the ability.

This was a solid fact, and Harry subconsciously thought that Sean's defense in front of him was nothing more than modesty.

He had already begun to plan and deal with specific items in his mind, his cheeks were flushed, and he was very excited for the upcoming truth.

"Dong dong dong".

The loud impact sound like thunder echoed in the compartment, and Sean involuntarily drove towards the direction of the sound. What was the sound?

"someone is coming."

Harry was no stranger to this sound, and he spread his legs and walked out quickly.

Ron didn't doubt him, and followed Harry's movement with small steps, and Sean followed closely behind.

Harry set up a silence spell in the office to prevent the conversation in the house from being leaked, and also to block other people's eavesdropping, but it is also difficult for external sounds to be transmitted to the inside of the barrier.

For this reason, Harry connected the door to the interior of the compartment. Under the effect of the amplification spell, if someone knocked on the door, he could hear the movement immediately.

The second after Xiao En stepped out of the cubicle, the wall behind him had his own consciousness and started to move against his heels. It was filled with life like a flap of flesh, and the huge dark mouth squirmed and closed automatically.

The cabinets standing on both sides as if Moses divided the Red Sea have also moved to their original positions, and everything is exactly the same as before.

Sean and Ron sat back in their original positions. In the Quidditch model in front of them, the golden dwarves were sitting on broomsticks and hovering, restarting the wonderful duel of the year.

Harry raised his neck, straightened his neckline, waved his magic wand to remove the Silencing Charm, and raised his wrist slightly, the spade door opened.

Behind the door, Xio still maintained the posture of lying on his stomach, and unexpectedly staggered and fell into the office and slammed on the ground.

Harry raised his eyebrows, facing Hugh who was looking up on the ground and laughing awkwardly.

Xio stammered, "Minister, I'm here to submit the review..."

"Then put it up soon." Harry patted the table.

Hugh responded, quickly got up from the ground, casually patted the hem of his clothes, and respectfully placed a thick stack of self-criticisms in front of Harry.

I have been tinkering in my heart, scratching my head and scratching my head with curiosity.

When passing by Ron, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, pretended to have a chat with Ron, lowered his voice and covered his face with his hands and asked him, "Ron, just tell me quietly, what did the minister call you?" What are you doing here, I swear I will never tell anyone."

Ron rolled his eyes. Even if this guy swears at Merlin, he won't believe it.

This guy in the whole department is in a panic. I don’t know why the only thing he does at work every day is to listen to things, and he has to chase after him to arrange tasks. Gossip is unbelievable. If any news reaches his mouth, he will definitely not The two-step work has spread to all floors of the Ministry of Magic.

He has always believed that Xio shouldn't have come to the Auror Department. It must be that the recruiters didn't dig out this guy's specialties. With Xio's ability, if he changes jobs now, he can easily become the Auror Department. The first-line gossip reporter of the "Daily Prophet", he will definitely cover the entertainment headlines.

"Well, is there anything else?"

Harry flipped through the self-criticism handed in by Hugh. The dog-like handwriting on it really gave him a headache, not to mention the ink balls inside, one drop on the left and one drop on the right. It is hard to imagine that this was written by a young man in his 20s Even a three-year-old child could write better than him.

In this day and age, Harry appreciates young people who can refuse to use magic props. It is good to get rid of inertia and be self-sufficient, but if it is this word, forget it.

Harry decided to find someone to have a good talk with Hugh. Is it because the salary in the Auror department is not enough, and should he give Hugh a proper salary increase.

If you have the money, why not buy an automatic recording quill. The store of the Weasley Brothers sells it. You only need two Galleons and a bottle of Black Rock Ink as a bonus. Auror members will get a [-]% discount if you buy it. It can be said to be very cost-effective.

"No no no, it's gone."

Hugh stood at attention silently, looking down carefully at Harry's expression. Harry kept frowning as he read his self-criticism. The things he rushed out all night two days ago made him a little guilty.

Afraid of being questioned by Harry, he quickly exited the office in a low voice, and just as he was closing the door, Hugh slapped his forehead, wondering why he forgot about this, and came in again.

"Minister, there is something I forgot to tell you."

"Say it."

"When I just came back from the toilet, I saw a stranger in the waiting room of the center." Hugh said, "I was definitely not lazy when I went to work, but I chatted with Linda there for a while, and she said yes What kind of association or people from the Muggles are here, oh, they are here to find you, Minister."

Harry didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard it, his expression changed suddenly. He glanced at Sean, put the self-criticism in his hand into the drawer, "Wait here for me, I'll go out for a while."

Xio pointed to himself, "The minister, I'll go back to work first."

He patted his butt and was about to leave, but Harry stopped him.

"No." Harry pushed open the door, "you come with me."

Hugh was overjoyed, this cheap expression gave Ron a headache, this guy had big words written on his face-big news, and sighed why Harry wanted to hit the gun.

When Harry passed the door of the department, he accidentally found in the grooming mirror hanging on the wall, and saw that his face was terrifying and haggard as if he hadn't slept in 800 years. He touched his cheek and threw a radiant smile on his face Immediately, his face seemed to be illuminated by a [-]-volt spotlight.

Hugh covered his eyes in surprise.

Harry touched his chin helplessly, "Is it a little too exaggerated?"

"Absolutely not." Xio shook his head desperately and gave a thumbs up, "Minister, you are so handsome now!"

Harry accepted Hugh's compliment with a smile, but he wasn't going to let the guy go just because he was flattering.

"Minister, why do you know this magic spell, which looks like an enhanced version of radiance? It's too powerful, can you teach me."

"I don't know about this either. Someone taught me." Harry turned his head and said to Xio beside him, "I can tell you if I have time."

"Great, I'm free now."

Harry squeezed out a standardized smile, "Unfortunately, I remember that you have a month-long ambush mission starting this afternoon, and you may not have time."

"Oh——" Hugh became angry, "Why don't I know, when I went to work in the morning, Politch clearly said that I hadn't resumed my job yet."

"Really?" Harry pushed the door open, "Then I probably forgot to tell Policher, it's okay to know now, remember to report it quickly, don't make others wait."

With that said, Hugh watched Harry close the door in front of her.

"What..." Xio muttered, rubbing his neck, and walked back alone inexplicably, not knowing when he had offended the minister.

Reception room.

Linda pushed her glasses, "Mr. Potter, I am going to inform you—"

Harry pressed his hand so Linda wouldn't have to get up.

When Harry saw that the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, was also on the scene, Harry felt that things were not that simple.

With a kind smile on Kingsley's face, he looked at the slightly nervous Harry lovingly. Harry was his junior, young and promising, and he valued him very much.

He introduced Harry to the people around him, "This is the head of the Auror department, Harry Potter."

Harry nodded slightly in greeting, and he looked at the visitors in front of him without showing any signs.

The people who came were two men and two women. Judging from their posture, they seemed to be two groups of people. Two of them were wearing neat suits and uniforms. It was obvious at a glance that the woman standing in front was their leader.

"Jessica Pare."

Jessica said: "Mr. Porter, deputy director of the Outreach Department of the British Mutant Peace Association."

Harry froze for a moment, and took the hand she offered.

"You should know why we're here this time." Jessica's delicate black wavy hair hung by her ears.

Needless to say, Harry guessed it too.

Jessica's female secretary handed her a document respectfully, spread it out on her knees, her legs turned up to reveal her white ankles, and she tapped the automatic pen one after another.

A man in a wizard's robe behind him came to the front with sharp eyes: "Mr. Potter, I am an expatriate of the United States Ministry of Magic's Problem Mediation and Resolution Committee, York Slia."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, "I contacted you in the morning, and we will personally send him back to the United States when the person recovers fully."

"Actually, we also agree with this decision." York rubbed his brows, "This matter should actually be a face-to-face meeting between the British magic community and our mutants, and I'm just an intermediary between you. Mutants The people were worried about Sean's safety, and strongly demanded that I bring their people to the UK to see the situation, so I came here non-stop."

In fact, Harry had always noticed the silent man behind him. His tall and strong stature made him look full of strength, and his pair of blue eyes were so cold that he dared not look directly at him.

"If I send people here, the task will be considered complete, and the rest is not my business." York spread his hands and planned to ignore everything. This time, it was a complete accidental injury to the American magic community. He wanted to get himself out of this mess. Take it out.

The dark-haired man stood up and walked slowly in front of Harry. Each of them was more than half a head taller than Harry, and a sense of suffocation spread.

There was a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes. The strong contrast made Harry frowned uncomfortably, "Can I go and see Sean? I'm a little worried about him."

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