A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"I will be taken away by them, and you will never get a cent of your salary! As long as the boss comes, your salary and bonus will be doubled!"

After hearing Andrew's words, the four of them looked at each other and firmly withstood the impact from the outside.

"Hello, can you please give in?" Rogge already knew the consequences of revealing his identity as a wizard, so he considered other ways to solve the problem.

"Kids, go play somewhere else." Sofia, who had a sign on her chest, waved her hand to keep Rogge away.

"I'm here to see Andrew."

"Hey, looking for Andrew? Are you Andrew's son?" Aaliyah looked over in surprise and wanted to grab him.

"No, I am Andrew's BOSS." Rogge slapped the woman's hand away and solemnly informed them of his identity.

"You, Andrew's BOSS?" Ms. Sophia laughed. "Okay, little boss, can I ask you to go somewhere else?"

"This is an adult matter, and it's not for you to get involved."

"I didn't want to either, but who got Andrew into trouble?" Rogge shrugged, and his words made Sophia ponder.

"Since you can't open the door, why don't you let me try? Maybe if I just shout, he will welcome us in."

The adults around him were speechless and moved out of the way to watch Rogge pass.

"Andrew, open the door."

"Don't even think about it...Mr. Rogge, quickly...get out of the way!" Andrew pushed away the bodyguard and rushed out in a hurry.

"Mr. Rogge, you are finally here!" Andrew almost fell to his knees on the ground, crying and holding Rogge's hand firmly.

The bodyguards were a little disappointed. They thought that the other party was a big shot in the Financial City, but they didn't expect that he was just a little kid who had just taken off his diaper.

"Okay, I have everything." Rogge patted his shoulder, comforting him like a child.

The others stared blankly at the strange scene in front of them, wondering if their positions were reversed.

"Roger, why are you so anxious to ask me to come here?" Thompson suddenly appeared in the aisle. The Muggles were wondering who this was and when he came.

"Are you the guardian of this child?" Sofia asked softly.

"No, no, no..." Thompson shook his head like a rattle, sternly refuting this statement.

"Thompson is my partner. Since you are looking for Andrew, let's come in and talk. The leader comes in and the others go out." Rogge said firmly, possessing irrefutable power.

"Let me introduce myself, Roger Travis. Andrew is our family's asset manager. He is Thompson, Magic...an employee of a large financial institution."

"Little... Rogge, my name is Sophia, from NCA." Sophia searched all the major family funds in her mind, but none of them were named Travis.

"NCA?" Rogge raised his eyebrows. What's the abbreviation?

"The National Crime Agency mainly combats major economic crimes." Sophia explained.

"Major economic crime?" Rogge sat on the main seat and looked around.

"So, you think Mr. Andrew's financial transactions are criminal?"

"Using a small amount of money to make tens of billions of profits. We have reason to suspect that there is a transnational crime behind it." Although Aaliyah was curious about the relationship between the few people, she did not mind taking the child back. "Mr. Andrew, please follow us back to the bureau for questioning, including you and Thompson of course."

"Our team's operations are absolutely legal and compliant, and we can provide you with proof of transaction sources and fund flows..."

Roger raised his hand to signal Andrew to shut up. The other party is just looking for trouble and doesn't care how many bowls of noodles you eat.

"Roger, I took them..." Thompson raised his wand, and Rogge shook his head.

"Who is this lady?"

"Representative of the U.S. SEC in the UK."

"America?" Roger frowned and looked at Andrew reproachfully: "Can't you even afford a translator?"

"Hahaha..." The British people in the room burst into laughter. They looked down on the poor American pronunciation, but they couldn't afford to offend the Americans. Everyone felt relieved to see someone blatantly and confidently mocking Aaliyah.

"My time is precious. Let the China Securities Regulatory Commission send someone who is not so unorthodox."

"Alternative?" Aaliyah stood up suddenly, but she didn't expect that this seemingly cute child would speak viciously.

The other people in the room, all the British flag people, looked at her with gloating eyes. His eyes were full of teasing and ridicule, almost putting the word "extraordinary" on her forehead.

"Just wait!" Aaliya said harshly, slamming the door and leaving.

"Americans always have such long hands. This is the Financial City, not Wall Street. But I don't think she would dare to be so arrogant and domineering on Wall Street, barking like a mad dog."

"So..." Rogge paused and asked curiously, "Why did you arrest the honest Mr. Andrew?"

"He belongs to a serious and disadvantaged group of society. Are you going to arrest an innocent citizen and put him in a black jail, soak him in water, force him to admit to a series of crimes, and then give him a bullet so that he can confidently put the money in his pocket?"

"Do you have the heart to do this?"

"Child, I think you misunderstood..." Sophia quickly defended, but Rogge didn't let her continue talking at all.

"Misunderstanding? Madam, are you here this time?"

"It's Aaliyah...Andrew's gambling amount is relatively large, causing trouble to others..."

"Others? Rothschild and Morgan?" Rogge heard Andrew cursing outside the door, but he didn't expect them to be the other party to the bet.

"These shameful capitalists!" He asked on behalf of Andrew in the Financial City, where capital never sleeps.

"I understand the responsibilities of your supervisory departments, but please also understand the plight of ordinary citizens. They eat big fish and meat themselves, and we poor people are not happy to eat a chicken drumstick." Rogge said sincerely, "Keep an eye on it. Let those dignitaries and officials take advantage of legal loopholes instead of just increasing the burden on poor people like us."

"Poor people?" Everyone looked at each other.

Who in the Financial City doesn't know that Andrew made a lot of money betting against two major institutions. If these are considered poor people, what are they?

"Andrew, since they don't want us to mess around, then go find Oppenheimer and Stanley...tell them to play something big." Rogge said calmly, "All the remaining funds will be used to speculate in pounds. Damn it." The pound is going to hell for me. Let the Prime Minister and his Chancellor explain it to the electorate!"

"Mr. Rogge, please calm down!" Sophia hurriedly stopped, "We are just conducting a normal investigation, there is no need to go to this step."

"Normal investigation? But I heard about MI5. Is their chief a Soviet spy who graduated from Cambridge? Are they going to arrest someone just because they don't like the Soviet Union?"

"That's MI6! We're MI5! We don't have Soviet spies!" The man standing at the door suddenly said, which startled everyone.

"Really? You are so noble, why don't you go to Wall Street? That's the headquarters of shorting the Soviet Union. Also, are you sure this operation is in compliance?" Rogge slapped the table, the sarcasm in his tone almost overflowing. .

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to say that they were compliant. They came because Andrew, who had no backing, rejected the goodwill of financial giants.

"If you think Andrew is helpless, let me tell you, behind him is Travis."