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Extraordinary Pharmacy Association, the second floor, the president room

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, and the air seemed to be filled with intangible pressure.

Siter Sir Sir Grandie, who was sitting on the high -back chair, was short, with wrinkles on his elderly face, but a pair of sharp eyes still exudes unquestionable majesty.

It is completely different from the image he showed in front of Dhero. At this time, he is a pioneer who has developed for decades in the development of the pharmaceutical industry.

His fingers tapped the handrail of the chair gently, making a regular sound of "hits", echoing the rapid footsteps in the room.

"What's going on? Hogwarts's instrument fails. Why is there any problem with all the instruments of all stalls now?"

His voice was low with a sense of oppression, and each word seemed to hit the floor hard.

Several staff members stood in front of him, and the expression on his face was extremely nervous, as if everyone was strangled by the invisible rope.

"Jazz, we are investigating urgently, but ... but there is no specific reason yet!"

A middle -aged wizard wearing a dark green robe opened carefully, with a hint of panic in his tone.

"Hurry up and repair!"

Sir Granger frowned deeper, and his voice raised a little.

"What day is it today? Such important occasions, you must not make mistakes!"

"Yes! Jazz!"

Several people looked at each other, exchanged a dignified look at each other, and then quickly turned to leave the chairman's room.

The sound of their footsteps farther away in the corridor, rushing and clutter, as if conveying their inner tension and anxiety.

Sir Granger leaned on the back of the chair and took a slow breath, as if to discharge the dullness in his chest.

His eyes fell on the most conspicuous paper in the pile of documents on the table, which was the list of invited schools at this exchange meeting.

The corners of the paper have been rolled slightly, and obviously have been read many times.

He stretched out his hand, slipped lightly on the list, and stopped on the name of "Hogwarts Magic School".

His eyes became complicated, both expectations and mixed with a little worry.

"Well, I didn't expect such a big chaos on this occasion."

He whispered to himself, his tone was exhausted and helpless.

"What are you doing over the Ministry of Magic? There is no decent expert to deal with it."

Speaking of which, his brows frowned, and seemed to think of something.

He gently knocked on Hogwarts's name with his fingers, making a crisp "daemon", as if trying to clarify his thoughts.

"Hogwarts ... the boy's roadshow, I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

The corner of his mouth raised a slight smile, but soon was covered up by the worries between the eyebrows.

"I hope all this can be solved as soon as possible. After I am busy, I have to see his performance in person."

Grandie was staring at the chaotic scene outside the window. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He raised his head and glanced at the door. The door was pushed away, and a middle -aged man in an ordinary wizard robe came in.

Grandie narrowed his eyes and looked at this stranger carefully, his tone was a little vigilant.

"Sir, what's the matter? And ..."

His eyes fell on the door holding the man's hand.

"How did you open the door of my office?"

The man's expression became a little subtle, as if just asked a question that was particularly difficult to answer.

He scratched his head, and his mouth barely pulled a smile.

"Jazz, I am your secretary."

"secretary?"

Granger raised his eyebrows, and a clear mistake appeared on his face.

"I have a secretary?"

When the man heard his words, he sighed, as if he had expected a response to Granger.

He was sideways and made a gesture, with a slight helplessness in his tone.

"Yes, Jazz. Although we have only seen it three times, I am indeed the secretary of the association specifically arranged for you."

Grandie blinked and tried to recall it, but obviously unsuccessful.

Because of his recent retirement, he was very interested in the association's affairs.

The reason why this time appeared was because of Hogwarts's roadshow project made him a little interesting, as for any secretary ... he was really impressive.

Men obviously used the "almost retreat" president.

He continued.

"I come to you because the receptionist reports a question that may involve the safety of the venue, and you need to ask yourself."

After hearing a few words "Safe in the venue", Granger's expression finally became more serious.

He leaned on the back of the chair, and his fingers knocked gently on the table, but the corner of his mouth could not help but smoke.

"... Are you sure you are my secretary? How do I think you are more like a president than me?"

The man smiled slightly, and a little teased in his tone.

"Jazz, if you are willing to come to the association more, you may not feel this."

Grandie is about to wave his secretary to find Skelin Jie to deal with this trouble. After all, he never feels that he is suitable for security issues.

He waved his hand and said easily.

"This kind of thing, tell the Ministry of Magic's Skelinjie, he is responsible for security affairs, and he must be better than me."

When the secretary heard the words, he paused and seemed a little hesitant.

He then whispered a word.

"Jazz, this time ... involves Muggle's weapons."

"Muggle weapon?"

Grandie's original attitude converged instantly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes fell sharply on the face of the secretary, as if thinking of something.

"Scared the people of the Ministry of Magic to find a thing in the north?"

He stood upright, and his tone was unquestionable.

"Let him come in."

The secretary turned around and made a gesture outside the door.

After a while, a man with a dignified man walked in quickly.

He was wearing a dark robe, holding a small box tightly in his arms, and his expression on his face seemed to have just experienced a storm.

Granger recognized the person -Blackwood, a receptionist of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association.

As for why he recognized, it was because he was the one who connected to the new agent with Hogwarts.

Blackwood stood at the table with a hint of complexity on his face.

He patted the edge of the box box lightly, and his tone was low.

"Jazz, this is a weapon of Muggle. I found it hidden in a corner of the exhibition field, and it was cleverly disguised. If it wasn't for the abnormal magic fluctuations, it might not be discovered at all."

Grandor heard his eyes and scanned the secretary, his tone was indifferent but not doubtful.

"Go out first, close the door."

The secretary hesitated, but quickly nodded and exited the room.

His closed movement was very light, but the room seemed to solidify the air.

Grandie slowly sat back to the chair and fell deeply on the box in Blackwood's hands.

He lifted his chin and signaled the other party.

"Open."

Blackwood nodded, and put the box on the table steadily.

His fingers paused for a second on the lock, then pushed gently, and the lid opened slowly.

Grandie glanced in, and lying a pistol lying quietly in the box.

Its shell is covered with cold metallic luster, with smooth lines and sharp lines, as if it is a creation of killing.

"This is Muggle's weapon?"

"Oh, people who can't use magic just rely on some strange methods."

Granger frowned, and his mouth raised slightly.

He stretched out his hand, and Blackwood quickly handed the gun to him.

"Yes, Jazz. This kind of thing is called‘ pistol ’in the world of Muggle, and its role is similar to the wand of our wizard.”

Blackwood explained.

"But the difference is that Muggle's weapon relies on physical power, not magic. It will cause damage by launching a metal warhead called" bullet "."

Granger held a pistol and looked closely.

His fingers gently scratched the gun body, and the touch was cold and hard.

His brow was frown and tighter, and his eyes stayed in the magazine.

He found that there seemed to be no "bullet" mentioned by Blackwood in the gun.

"Blackwood,"

He raised his head, with a little doubt in his tone.

"If there is no bullet in this thing, it should be unavailable, right?"

"Limited so many items, it is really not as good as a wand."

However, just when his voice did not fall--

boom!

A sound of a metal fell to the ground suddenly came from the first floor, accompanied by screaming and extremely harsh loud noise, and instantly broke the silence of the chairman.

Granger raised his head subconsciously and glanced at the direction of the sound.

His hand was still holding a pistol, his brows were locked, obviously uneasy about the sudden movement.

But at the moment he turned his head, his eyes suddenly settled.

Blackwood was originally holding the box that was gone, and replaced it with another pistol.

And this gun, the muzzle of the black hole is right at his forehead.

There was a sneer on Blackwood's face, his voice fluttering, but with a fatal chill.

"Yes, Jazz, the bullet is in this hand."

"At this time, it's easy to use."

Bang!

The sound of gunfire sounded, Granger's body suddenly leaned back, and the blood split out in an instant.

The huge sound echoed in the room, but almost at the same time, the screams and the hustle and bustle of heavy objects from the first floor covered this fatal shot seamlessly.

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