This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Sunday morning,

5:30.

A particularly strange figure appeared on Oxford Street.

He stood by the streetlight outside Building 139, and the corners of his mouth under his cloak were almost grinning to his ears.

The deposit was 300 Galleons, and there was another 700 Galleons after the job was done.

Such a generous employer is not common.

What happened to Wayne?

He played a prank and took a good photo, and cast a forget spell on each person before leaving.

Who knows what he has done.

He drew out his wand and walked across the lawn, gently pointing at the complex door handle.

It was not difficult at all.

The largest Muggle weapons dealer in Europe?

That's all!

He casually took down the gun hanging on the wall and played with it as if he was back home.

It was black and hard, and it was faster to throw it out than to pull the trigger of that damn thing.

"Does it look good?"

"It's too ugly, there is no aesthetic sense."

The right hand that hung the gun back on the wall suddenly paused.

Eric Wayne, former Muggle special forces captain, is as big as a troll.

He pulled out his wand very quickly, but the other party was not slow either.

He was hit hard on the back of his head, and he collapsed to the ground in the next second.

Sam's eyes were wide open and he blinked several times in a row.

He held the wand upside down and fainted after a hard hit?

He didn't even see him yet.

"Hetui - he's as bad as an amateur."

After spitting, he tied the man up with white curtains.

After Yin Fulin got up and washed up, she went to the kitchen on the first floor to prepare breakfast as usual.

Open the toast she bought yesterday, spread butter on each slice and put it in the microwave.

Cut some lettuce and ham, put them on three ordinary dinner plates, and finally arrange the plates a little.

When two minutes are up, open the microwave, take out the toast, and put it all on a plate.

When she went out, she called upstairs:

"Mr. Chavez, it's time for breakfast!"

Sitting at the dining table, she felt something was wrong.

Turning her head, everything was normal.

Looking up, nothing unusual.

Looking down, why is there a mummy Yin lying on the ground?

"Mmm--"

Oh, it's not dead, it's still staring.

"Aha--" Sam yawned and came down, "Auntie, did the man downstairs scare you?"

"No."

He looked over in a daze, and his eyes immediately widened more than before.

Yin Fulin actually squatted in front of "Mummy Yin", supporting her face with her hands and looking at it with a smile.

"Auntie, don't you feel scared?"

"No, it's not the first time our family has encountered such a thing."

"Gululu——" Sam's eyelids twitched wildly, "Excuse me, what happened to the wizards before?"

"One was completely subdued by my son." Yin Fulin suddenly turned her head to look at him,

"The other one... looks similar."

"Mmm——" Mr. Munai Yin seemed to have something to say.

Sam threw the confiscated wand directly over.

It just hit his forehead and almost fainted again.

"Adults are talking, children should not interrupt."

"Mmm——" Mr. Munai Yin nodded vigorously.

Yin Fulin got up and sat back in the chair, her eyes faintly becoming a little sympathetic.

Her son can handle the Auror captain of the Magic Congress, and this Auror can easily handle the one in front of him.

"Mr. Munai Yin, why don't we talk about the purpose of your coming to our house?"

Sam shook his wand lightly, let him sit on the chair opposite, and then untied the restraint of his mouth.

Mr. Mu Nai Yin, who had a small bump on his forehead, could finally see what the person who knocked him out looked like.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes. I have never heard of other wizards named Wayne.

"Who are you?"

Sam resisted the urge to knock again.

"We ask, you answer, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah."

He looked so cowardly, even more amateur than an amateur.

"Name."

"Night Stalker."

Sam, with veins popping out of his forehead, glared at him fiercely.

"Real-real name?"

"You don't have to tell me."

Seeing the other party shut up, he slapped his wand on the table,

"Do you have a choice now?"

"Thank you Yin! Thank you Yin Patel!"

Feeling a little boring, Yin Fulin picked up a piece of golden toast,

"Mr. Chavez, your efficiency is too slow."

Sam's mouth twitched, "Auntie, this is the process of our Aurors."

"It's not as good as my husband's method." She put down the toast in her hand helplessly, got up and took down a double-barreled Remington 1889 shotgun.

Fold the barrel, put in two rounds of ammunition, and pull the bolt with a "click".

Patel was pointed at the forehead by her, and the clothes on the back were instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Mr. Munai Yin, can we have a good talk?"

"Yes! We must!"

Sam, who was speechless and choked, was completely convinced.

Yes, wizards do look down on Muggles.

But that's when there is a wand in hand.

No matter how fast you chant the spell and swing the stick, can it be faster than pulling the trigger?

"Mr. Munai Yin, may I ask why you came to our house?"

"Someone gave me a sum of gold galleons and asked me to come here to play a little trick on you."

Yin Fulin shook the muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead slightly,

"You are really lucky, Mr. Munai Yin.

If my husband hadn't gone on a business trip to the Middle East, you would have been buried in the backyard outside now."

"I-I-" Patel was shaking all over,

"I don't want to-I don't want to die yet."

"That's why I said you're lucky." Yin Fulin put the shotgun on the table and shook her sore wrist.

Sam was frightened when he saw this scene.

Her performance was obviously that she had never used a gun.

Only Patel, who was even more amateur than an amateur, believed that he would not be fooled.

Yin Fulin rubbed her wrist and raised the shotgun again,

"Mr. Mu Nai Yin, who asked you to play tricks on us?"

The double-barreled gun muzzle was shaking faintly.

After all, it weighed nearly 4 kilograms. She usually just lifted a frying pan at most, and it was less than 1 kilogram.

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Even so, Patel, with his forehead close to the muzzle, seemed even more scared.

If it goes off accidentally, it would be too unfair to die.

"I-I don't know. I received the commission in Knockturn Alley."

"What is Knockturn Alley?"

"It's next to Diagon Alley. It's full of wizards like me."

"What is the Night Stalker?"

"This is my code name. We usually don't reveal our real names in this business."

The double-barreled gun muzzle swung back and forth between the forehead and the nose.

Yin Fulin, whose wrist was sore, put the shotgun on the table again.

"In other words, you don't know anything?"

Patel tensed up again.

"Mrs. Wayne, I-I am just a small fry who gets paid to do things. There are other people who really want to harm you!"

Sam wanted to slap himself now.

This method really works. Even senior Aurors don't use it.

He laughed at Patel for being an amateur among amateurs, but he didn't know that the real expert was an ordinary housewife.

"Mr. Chavez, do you have anything else to ask?"

Vincent's harmless smile was inherited from her.

"No-no."

Yin Fulin folded the barrel of the gun and took out the ammunition, "Then, let's have breakfast."

Patel just relaxed and met her smiling face.

"Mr. Munai Yin, do you want to have some too?"

Untying is impossible.

Can only look, not eat?

Devil!

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