Chapter Eighty-Four: Scapegoat or something, what's the matter with me?

After being melancholy for a long time, Mr. Auror still didn't say what was in his heart, but Alan was very generous: "Then it's decided-you notify me before you leave, and I'll give you a ride, by the way, hypocrisy, business is a deal--everyone is so familiar that you don't need a deposit, how can you give me the money?"

Mr. Auror's heart was suddenly cut by a knife - this money is not a small amount, he himself has to put in at least a hundred Galleons, this mission is so poor, the top will definitely not reimburse such a large amount of expenses. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, just as he put the words on his lips, he saw Alan's enthusiastic smile - it was clearly written that if you dare to say something like reduced pay, I will turn my face.

Enduring the heartache, Mr. Auror quickly responded: "The money is fine--I don't have that much cash on me right now, but when I get home, I'll mobilize the power of the Ministry of Magic to get someone from the British side to give you a Muggle check - I guess converting it into Galleons won't be too much of a problem for you." ”

"Of course—then, old fellow, good to work with?" said Allen with a smile and held out his hand—he wasn't at all worried that the other party would dare to owe him money.

The corners of the Auror's mouth twitched, but he quickly reached out and shook it with Alan.

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Ten minutes later, Allen, who was in a good mood, returned to the camp humming a little song, and then suffered a thunderbolt from the sky.

At this moment, the tent that originally stood in the Hogwarts camp became sparse, as if it had been damaged, and the original location of Ellen's tent had been restored to the original grass at this moment, making the corners of Elen's mouth twitch unnaturally.

It took a long time for Allen, who accepted this fact, to grab a familiar person.

"Hi Willie, good evening. ”

"Oh, Alan, good evening, you're done packing your things?"

"Where's our tent?"

"Don't you know? Most of our tents have been donated - except for the girls' own tents and the boys' tents under the third grade who can keep their own, the rest of the tents have been donated to the girls of Ilvermorny. Tsk, this was a decision made privately by the prefects, and Professor McGonagall said she was glad they were thinking about it at this time. So aren't we all going to move to the castle, and you should go and pack your things. Willie winked his eyes at Allen, completely uncomfortable with nothing being donated.

It didn't take long for Alan to figure out why—because it wasn't an official donation, it was a mutual help among the students.

Therefore, the event is not mandatory, but free - that is, if you don't plan to donate your tent, you can give up the idea altogether. Of course, if you are willing to donate, then you can give the tent out yourself.

For example, Ellen's tent was given to the dormitory of a girl Shane knew - anyway, Shane's classmates were still blinded at the moment, according to others, the girl gave him a passionate kiss, and then the child was stupid...

Alan, who was lying on the castle floor with his roommates in a sleeping bag, was extremely suspicious at the moment that he had saved a fake disaster - why did he have to come to the castle to squeeze his sleeping bag when he had blocked the group of madmen?

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The next evening, Alan quietly left the crowd alone, and was led by an unknown person to circumvent the campus guards - apparently the U.S. Ministry of Magic's hidden agent in Japan.

After taking Eren to a woodland, the man quietly left without saying anything, apparently not intending to let Eren know more about him.

It wasn't long before Alan saw the Aurors and the four wizards - the guys weren't healed at the moment, but they were in better spirits, but they were in a defenseless state at the moment, because their wands had been withheld by the Headmaster of Ilvermorny when they were handed over that day - and according to him, he was going to deal with them himself, so that those who had lost their wands in the disaster would be recognized by them, and as for the sinners, he spared them for the sake of the Ministry.

At this moment, Alan had a face he didn't recognize, and a slightly hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's only been less than a day -- you can at least let these burdens heal the wounds!"

"What time - I underestimated Charried's control of the school over the years, and now that someone is about to find out where I'm hiding - it was a junior wizard, and if it weren't for his inexperience, maybe I would have run away in disarray. If Charridad had been blocked there, perhaps you would have been able to read the news of my death in the line of duty on the obituary. "Mr. Auror didn't wear makeup, he had to brush his face to cross the border after rushing out, and with such four people, he didn't have so many potions if he wanted to hide, and he could almost hit GG as soon as he was discovered.

However, Allen's words obviously stimulated the four people, and the first one looked indignant, as if he wanted to argue something, but when he touched the position of the wand and found that he couldn't find it, he decisively chose to give up - people are swords, I am fish and meat, and he still has this judgment.

"So do you go now? Are these guys magical enough to phantom?"

"How? None of them are in good shape right now—and this is not a time of crisis, the most difficult of all is when we cross the border, and at that time, once we report, I am sure that Richard will soon be apparitioned, and then the two of us will have to hold back the pursuers, and give the fellows time to escape—I have arranged a route and money for them, and I will join them up some time after they have infiltrated and they will be able to pass." ”

Wait---Alan found out that something was wrong, Mr. Auror was going to let these guys go, let them cross the border on their own - if it was Alan, there would be no way to run, how could he go back obediently? But he soon realized his mistake - for these people, running away was an act of death.

They were almost forcibly released on bail by the Ministry of Magic, not to mention the hunting on campus, and those who were almost lost by a fire they had in a fire could not easily let them go, and they were not all powerless. Besides, according to Ilvermorny's system, I don't know how many graduated wizards are willing to solve this problem for their alma mater. To escape the control of the Ministry of Magic is to find death - for now, the Ministry of Magic is the only person who can save them - after all, it costs so much that it is impossible to save them and go back to kill them.

However, Alan looked at the four of them without leaving a trace—three of them, as far as he knew, had backgrounds.

In other words, one of the guys will be the scapegoat - I don't know if that guy has come to his senses.

But -- what's his business? He just takes the money to do things.