Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Listening to his father's deafening roar, Bell not only didn't panic at all, but actually wanted to laugh a little bit.

He took his time to pick out his ears, and then turned the direction of his personal terminal so that it faced Shanna beside him.

"Dad! Why did you shout so loudly all of a sudden? You scared me!"

Shanna stared at her father on the screen with dissatisfaction.

She was eating pudding happily, but her father's sudden yell made her tremble all over and even the pudding dropped from her spoon.

Fortunately, it didn't fall off the plate, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to eat a complete pudding!?

You know, she just made an appointment with her brother, and she can only eat one more pudding tonight.

If you take less than one bite, you won’t be one!

Wait! If that's the case, I wonder if her brother will let her eat another one?

Thinking of this, Shanna secretly moved the small piece of pudding that had fallen to pieces on the plate towards the edge of the plate.

It wasn't until Bell glared at her that the little girl reluctantly pouted and stopped her little movements.

"Baby!? I'm so sorry. Dad didn't notice that you were there just now. Dad, can you apologize to me? Don't be angry with dad, okay?"

As soon as William saw his precious daughter, he immediately forgot about teaching Bell a lesson.

You can teach that brat a lesson at any time, but the opportunity to be intimate with your precious daughter is something you use only once at a time.

Definitely not to miss it!

Seeing that his father's IQ dropped rapidly from over 30 years old to less than 3 years old, Bell grinned, got up and walked outside, leaving the father and daughter alone time.

Walking into the president's office, Bell had just sat down for a while when Goodwin, who had been waiting for a long time, knocked on the door and walked in.

"How's the situation?"

Bell asked lazily.

Although he had just slept all day, he still could not fully recover from the energy he had consumed before. After eating a full meal, he felt a little sleepy again.

"All the gangs have gathered together, but for some reason, no action has been taken. Even the sabotage activities that had been targeting the family business have all stopped."

Goodwin explained.

Hearing this, the corners of Bell's mouth raised slightly.

What else could it be because of? I’m just scared!

"Where are the Aurors?"

Bell continued to ask.

"We found nothing. We have gone back now. But according to the leader, they will come back tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Goodwin couldn't help but look surprised.

Due to their different positions, even if he knew that the Aurors of the Magic Congress were only acting according to the rules, he would still feel very unhappy.

"If you want to investigate, let them do it. They won't be able to find anything anyway."

In the past, members of the Special Operations Team basically smuggled themselves into the country secretly and were not registered with the Magic Congress.

As for those prisoners, who were stuffed into Wan Shen's belly by Bell, they might not all have been sent to the Menethil family's headquarters in Mexico.

No matter how powerful the MAC Aurors are, they cannot go to Mexico to investigate.

Unless they want to cause a war.

To sum up, even if the Aurors can find any clues, they cannot clearly point them to the Menethil family.

As long as my father continues to put pressure on the Magical Congress of the United States through the British Ministry of Magic, the Aurors will have to return without success before today.

Therefore, the problem facing the Menethil family now is still the only dishonest gangster group.

Although the actions of Bell and others two nights ago temporarily frightened the group, this peaceful situation cannot continue forever.

Once all the gang wizards gathered together are mobilized, the Menethil family will have no choice but to withdraw from the American wizarding world in disgrace.

But fortunately, the gangsters' timidity provided Bell with some room for maneuver.

"Based on the results of the previous analysis by the staff department, let's implement the 'differentiation' plan.

Remember, the plan must be completed tonight!

Early tomorrow morning, I will send invitations to various gang leaders. I would like to invite everyone to have dinner together."

The so-called 'differentiation' plan is actually to win over some wizard groups that are not doing well.

The targets selected by the general staff all belong to groups that have good moral character but are marginalized and weak because of it.

Among them, the Devouring Teeth are at the top of the list of targets.

It's just that the strength of these targets is really not on the table. In the past, even if they were able to win over the other party, they would not be able to bring any substantial help to the situation.

But now, the situation is completely different.

You know, Bell now has a straight flush from the jack of spades to the ace of spades!

Although the trump card is a 3, this does not prevent him from bluffing.

At this time, if there are a few more shills in the opponent's camp to further weaken the opponent's will to resist, it might scare the opponent away.

Give it a try, just in case it works!

There’s nothing to lose anyway if it doesn’t work, right?

…

Slug Bar.

The largest and most famous bar in the American black market.

Today, in the bar that was always bustling with activity in the past, there was a rare tranquility. Even the waiter responsible for serving the drinks did not know where he had disappeared to at this moment.

All this is because in the center of the bar hall, there are dozens of wizards who look fierce at first sight.

They sat around a huge round table, each of them bowing their heads in silence without saying a word.

The heavy atmosphere even prevented mosquitoes and flies from flying in the air.

The owner of the Slug Bar was currently huddled in the shadows behind the bar, looking at the group of people in the bar with a sad face.

Originally, because the Aurors had been conducting searches like crazy recently, it was difficult for him to do business these days. At this time, if someone was willing to spend a lot of money to buy his bar, he should be very happy.

After all, the Menethil family is really generous in their actions.

But the problem is, this bar was passed down from his great-grandfather!

Although the bar is a bit dilapidated, every wooden board here is engraved with heavy traces of history, and even if it is called an antique, it is not an exaggeration.

So, if these people get into a fight and destroy the bar that has been in his family for 4 generations, how much compensation should he ask for from the Menethil family?

Want less? He will be so heartbroken that he can't sleep.

Is it too much? He is afraid that the Menethil family will fall out.

After all, the current Menethil family is no longer the big fat sheep that people thought before.

It was clearly a terrifying giant beast that ate people without spitting out bones!

He didn't dare to really anger the other party, otherwise, let alone the compensation, his life would be involved.

So, how much money does he need?

This really worries him to death!