This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Although there was a small accident, the opening of the Gwent flagship store was still a success. ♙♕  ♦♦

11 o'clock in the morning.

A group of law enforcement team members wearing white kimono wizard robes walked into Tokyo International Airport, more than 20 kilometers away from Ginza.

They did not attract people's attention, as if they did not exist.

Vincent, who walked side by side with Takuma, was no exception.

Although his black robe was particularly conspicuous.

"The nearest direct flight to New York."

The counter staff smiled sweetly, "Sir, please wait a moment."

About half a minute later, she said apologetically: "I'm very sorry, because an abnormal tropical cyclone has just formed in the Pacific Ocean, all flights in the next three days will be cancelled."

Vincent smiled politely, "What about other places? As long as it's in America."

"Sir, the nearest flight to Brazil is at 3 pm."

"What about Europe?"

"Also at 3 pm, it's a direct flight to Paris."

"Sorry to bother you." He turned around with a gloomy face.

Which Furakan is making trouble at this time!

He rubbed his face gently and returned to the terminal.

Empty hands, there must be no flight.

Sam raised his face.

"Minister Awaya, he can Apparate across continents, why not let him go back by himself."

Takuma thought about it for a while and agreed to this method.

As long as he leaves, it's fine. If he accidentally goes to another country, it's not his responsibility. ඏ♦  ♦♦

"I will submit the relevant documents to the Magic Congress as soon as possible.

Mr. Wayne, do you have any other requests?"

"No."

No one asked Sam if he had any opinions.

The members of the law enforcement team who acted as guards all regarded him as a plague god.

When they arrived outside the airport, the wand and the big box finally came back.

But there were people watching the whole time, so it was really difficult to deliver.

Vincent walked up to him impatiently, "You are now the most unpopular person in the Japanese magic world. You should think about how to explain to Mr. Graves when you go back."

"Don't!" Sam's face turned red with anxiety, "If you do this, the first person to come will definitely be Chairman Randolph."

"Ah--" Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Then what do you want me to do, send Gugu to 'visit' you?"

"Don't!" Sam was so scared that his face turned green, "At least give me something to defend myself."

"Okay." Vincent, laughing secretly in his heart, took out the wallet just now.

It looks ordinary, but there are actually 15 sniper rifles recast with copper-iron alloy in it.

There are also 1,000 Yamato bullets engraved with magic circuits.

He pulled out a Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Sam's eyes immediately became disgusted.

"Don't joke, it will kill people."

Vincent put 10,000 yen back into the wallet and threw it over.

Sam, who realized it late, hurriedly caught it, "Hey! Can you be gentle?"

"I'm in a hurry to open a safe in your bank and deposit all the "security deposit" in it.

After a brief eye contact, Vincent took a few steps back.

With the cooperation relationship with the Jingu family, he basically has no shortage of alchemical materials now.

Watching Sam use Apparition to leave, Takuma frowned again.

The previous conversation should be hinting at something.

He looked at Yin Teng, who shook his head in embarrassment.

It's not that there is no inspection, it can only be that it can't be opened.

What kind of "luggage" is in the big box that requires difficult-to-open protection?

Intuition tells him that there is something wrong with the wallet that Vincent gave to Sam.

But if he continues to investigate, it will also cause international problems.

"Mr. Wayne, do you need us to take you back?"

"It's the best, Minister Ashiya. "

There must be a lot of reporters squatting outside the Jingu family. If I go back, there will inevitably be so-called "rumors".

The two looked at each other tacitly.

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Sam rushed into the Woolworth Building as soon as he returned to New York.

Time is tight and the task is heavy.

He has to take a long vacation and hide in a place where no one can find him before the letter from the Japanese Ministry of Magic arrives.

"Director Graves! I'm back!"

Bradley, who was busy processing documents, was so scared that his hands trembled.

"Asshole! Didn't I tell you to knock before coming in!"

Sam smiled and raised the wallet in his hand, "Delivery is completed, this year we can finally relax a little~"

Bradley grabbed it in his hand.

There is nothing special about the appearance, but there are two inner clips with traceless extension spells.

One for sniper rifles and one for bullets.

"Director~" Sam had a flattering expression on his face, "The most difficult task is completed, can I take a break for a while? "

Bradley waved his hand with a smile, "Get lost, I don't want to see you before next week."

"Okay~"

Sam ran out of the building without looking back, not caring whether he would be seen by the No-Maj, and directly used Apparition to leave.

There is a shooting range on the 40th floor of the Woolworth Building that has recently been officially put into use.

A dozen elite Aurors who were shooting Muggle firearms knew that this day had finally come when they saw Graves's face.

15 The copper-iron alloy recast sniper rifle was painted black, and the threatening gun body was inlaid with a pure silver MACUS emblem.

The edges and corners were clear and the length was moderate.

The moment they got their hands on it, the Aurors were all amazed at its touch.

It was delicate and smooth, just like the skin of a girl.

Bradley held one of them lovingly.

The metaphor was very accurate, it was indeed a good thing.

"Use ordinary bullets first."

"Kacha——" What a wonderful sound of loading!

After a round of shooting, the excited Aurors were all amazed at the accuracy and power.

Ordinary bullets can directly penetrate solid metal targets, and it is hard to imagine whether the tung bullets will lift the wall.

"A Furakan just appeared on the Pacific Ocean."

The Aurors were all eager to fight, and looked at Bradley with excitement.

"Train for another half an hour, and then prepare for the mission!"

"Yes, Director Graves!"

They all knew that the mission must be successful without any instructions.

Bradley walked out of the shooting range with a smile on his face.

The North American Witch Party was destroyed, and Furakan's problem was solved. It is an indisputable fact that the strength of the Magic Congress has increased.

He walked into his office.

"Director, I just received your letter."

"Where did you come from?"

"The Ministry of Magic of Japan."

Bradley suddenly had a bad feeling.

He looked at the signature below.

Wow - it's still a handwritten letter from Takuma Ayaya.

He opened it without saying a word, and the smile on his face began to disappear gradually.

No wonder he had to take a vacation, it turned out to be a foreshadowing.

"Asshole!" He tightly grasped the letter in his hand and shouted at several Aurors in the office:

"Notify everyone, even if you turn North America upside down, you must find Sam Chavez for me immediately!"

He can't die, at most he will be skinned.

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