This Hogwarts is not normal

Although there was a slight accident, the opening of the Gwent flagship store was still a success.

11 a.m. sharp.

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 walks side by side with Takuma, is no exception.

Although his black robe is particularly eye-catching.

"The nearest direct flight to New York."

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

After about half a minute, she apologized and said: "I'm very sorry. Due to an abnormal tropical cyclone that has just formed in the Pacific Ocean, all flights in the next three days will be canceled."

Vincent responded with a polite smile, "Where else? As long as it's America."

"Sir, the latest flight to Brazil is at 3 p.m."

"What about Europe?"

"It's also 3 p.m. and it's a direct flight to Paris."

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

Which Fulakan is causing trouble at this time?

He rubbed his face gently and returned to the waiting hall.

Empty-handed, there must be no flights.

Sam raised his little face.

"Minister Aishiya, he can apparate across continents, why not just let him go back by himself."

Takuma thought for a while and agreed to this method.

As long as you leave, that's fine. If you accidentally go to another country, it's not his responsibility.

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

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

"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 god of plague.

Arriving outside the airport, the wand and the big box finally came back.

However, there were people watching the whole process, so it was really difficult to deliver the goods.

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

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

"Alas -" Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Then what do you want me to do? Send Gugu over to 'visit' you?"

"Don't!" Sam's face turned green with fright, "At least give me something to defend myself from."

"Okay." Vincent chuckled secretly and took out his wallet.

It seems unremarkable, but it actually contains 15 sniper rifles recast from copper-iron alloy.

There are also exactly 1,000 Santung bullets that carve out magic circuits.

He pulled out a Fukuzawa Yukichi card, and Sam's eyes immediately turned disgusting.

"Don't be ridiculous, people will die."

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

After realizing it, Sam hurriedly caught it, "Hey! Can you be gentle?"

"I am so anxious that you can open a vault in your bank and put all the 'margin' in it."

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

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

Takuma frowned again as he watched Sam use Apparition to leave.

The conversation just now should be implying something.

He asked Yin Teng with his eyes, and the latter shook his head in embarrassment.

It won't be without checking, it can only be that it cannot be opened.

What kind of "luggage" is contained in the big box, and does it require protection that is difficult to open?

His intuition told him that there was something wrong with the wallet Vincent gave to Sam.

However, if the investigation continues, it will still cause international problems.

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

"It couldn't be better, Minister Ayiya."

There must be many reporters squatting outside Jingu's house. If I go back by myself, there will inevitably be so-called "gossip".

The two looked at each other tacitly.

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Sam returned to New York and rushed into the Woolworth Building immediately.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

He wanted to take a long leave and hide in a place where no one could find him before the letter from the Japanese Ministry of Magic arrived.

"Director Graves! I'm back!"

Bradley, who was immersed in processing documents, was so frightened that his hands shook.

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

Sam smiled and raised the wallet in his hand, "The delivery is complete, we can finally relax this year~"

Bradley snatched it into his hand.

There is nothing special about the appearance, except that there are two inner clips with a seamless stretch charm.

One holds a sniper rifle, and the other holds bullets.

"Director~" Sam said with a flattering expression on his face, "The most difficult task has been completed, can I rest for a while?"

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Bradley waved his hands with a smile, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you until next week."

"Okay~"

Sam took off running and ran out of the building without looking back. He didn't care whether he would be seen by the No-Majs and just used Apparition to leave.

On the 40th floor of the Woolworth Building, there is a shooting range that was recently put into use.

A dozen elite Aurors who were shooting Muggle firearms knew the day had finally arrived when they saw the look on Graves' face.

15 sniper rifles recast from copper-iron alloy are painted black, and the menacing guns are also inlaid with sterling silver MAC badges.

Sharp edges and corners, moderate length.

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

Delicate and smooth, just like a girl's skin.

Bradley hugged one of them lovingly.

The analogy is correct, it is indeed a good thing.

"Use ordinary bullets first."

"Kacha -" What a wonderful sound of loading!

After a round of shooting, the excited Aurors all admired the accuracy and power.

Ordinary bullets can directly penetrate a solid metal target, but it is hard to imagine whether Shantung bullets will tear down the wall.

"A furakan just appeared in the Pacific Ocean."

The Aurors were all gearing up and looking at Bradley excitedly.

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

"Yes, Director Graves!"

No need to remind them, they all know that the mission must be successful.

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

The North American Witch Cult Party has been destroyed, Fulakan's problem has been solved, and the increase in strength of the Magical Congress is an indisputable fact.

He walked into his office.

"Director, I just received your letter."

"Where did you come from?"

"Japanese Ministry of Magic."

Bradley suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He looked at the signature at the bottom.

Oops—it’s still a letter written by Takuma Ashiya.

Without saying a word, he opened it and the smile on his face began to disappear.

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

"Asshole!" He clutched the letter paper in his hand tightly and yelled filial piety to several Aurors in the office:

"Notify everyone that even if they turn North America upside down, they must find Sam Chavez immediately!"

There is no way to die. The most you can do is to have a layer of skin peeled off.

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