Time flew by and by the time Harry realized that he had been offered an internship at the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, he had actually begun to get involved in practical things here, and had undergone three months of short-term training.

According to Andrew, world peace has come like a powerful lottery, and the whole of Wizarding England now seems to have no problems and is peaceful. Aside from a few bizarre wizarding cases, the wizarding army across the Channel, the Red Dragons rising in the Far East, and the Death Eaters with internal undercurrents seem to have become some crappy abstract tale in the Muggle world.

Harry Potter, the Savior, is now a small intern in the Auror office.

"Hey, Harry, it looks like you're still stuck in the office and studying the material today, and I sympathize with you. Andrew checked his wand pouch--- which could withstand a disarming spell --- make sure both of his wands were protected, and he looked at Harry, who was bespectacled and was working against a pile of papers.

"Andrew, why are you talking about this, I thought the Aurors were fighting the Death Eaters and the Dark Wizards, why did my Aurors fight with so many files, maybe Percy likes these, I don't like them...."Harry said helplessly, of course he tried to join the field, but whether it was Barty Sr., the Minister of Magic, or Albus Auror. Dumbledore felt that it was better to let Harry directly become a field Auror than to send him directly to the Dark Lord, so in fact, Harry was still about --- same as his school career, and he was closely guarded.

Of course, Andrew knew why, and perhaps Harry himself knew a little bit about it, so he had no choice but to sit behind his desk and continue to fill out endless forms with his wand.

Coming out of the Auror office, Andrew soon arrived at an apartment, which was his temporary shelter, and the environment here was okay, although all the people lived were Muggles, but they were all young people.

Greeting the old janitor, Andrew went up to the third floor briskly--- Hermione and Autumn seemed to have gone to work, only Luna was still sleeping---- Luna's clothing store opened a branch in Diagon Alley, Cho worked in the Ministry of Magic, her internship ended and she became a member of the Ministry of Magic, and Hermione got a job at a magic pattern consulting firm in Diagon Alley.

Fortunately, the place in this apartment is big enough, otherwise Andrew would not be able to keep a separate space for himself to cast the Expansion and Contraction Charm--- he must work harder now, Queen Anne has warned Andrew, and now on the European continent, some mysterious wizarding organizations have begun to appear--- not wizard army!

Andrew heard the postman approaching the door of his apartment, half an hour earlier than usual. His footsteps sounded different, louder and more cheerful than before, and whistling. This one is new. He chirped all the way to the door, was silent for a moment, and laughed out loud.

Next he knocked on the door.

Andrew flinched. Unless it is registered mail, the letter is usually delivered directly to the mailbox. Andrew rarely receives registered mail, and it must be a good thing if he does. Andrew got up from his office chair and opened the door.

The new postman looked like a basketball with long legs and legs, his half-bald head tanned, and he was giggling at the sign on the glass window of the doorway. He winked at Andrew, hooked his thumb, pointed to the bright sunshine outside, and said, "Good day, didn't you go to work today?"

Andrew looked at the sun--- he usually works at night, and several times of contact with the postman, Andrew didn't seem to wake up---- Andrew shook his head and said, "Well, in fact, I have to go to work today, do I believe it?"

"So yes...... Belch...... "He looked behind Andrew, as if to find a lively white tiger or a circus assistant in a straitjacket in the one-room office---- the postman's curiosity was as annoying as Harry's aunt's.

Andrew sighed, he was in no mood to be a laughing stock anymore, so he reached out to take the letter in his hand. "No, give me the letter. “

He clutched the letter and tilted his head curiously, "How else, will you tell fortunes to people?

"Nope. Andrew told him. "No one is a medium. Andrew tugged at the letter.

He still doesn't let go. "And what the hell are you?"

"I'm nothing, can you trust me?"

"Are you a wizard?" the postman glared at Andrew--- thanks to the recent popularity, some ordinary Muggles have begun to call themselves wizards, and they have also formed their own organization, the **Wizarding Society, and it seems that overnight, the "Secrecy Law" has become a piece of waste paper.

"Whatever you want. Andrew shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Really?" he asked, grinning as if Andrew should let him be funny. "Do you cast spells and potions, slay demons and make spells, are you sensitive and hot-tempered?"

"I'm not that sensitive, but if you delay my time any longer, I'll be hard. Andrew tore the letter from his hand and pointed to his clipboard. "Can I sign for it?"

The new postman's smile vanished and replaced him with a gloomy face. He handed over a notepad for Andrew to sign for the mail (another ad recommending a loan---Oh my God, even if you're a first-rate wizard, you can't stop your personal information from being leaked by a huge bank to anyone who wants to know), and the postman stares at Andrew for a moment and says, "I think you're actually a psychopath." He said as he took the clipboard back. "Have a nice time, sir. “

Andrew watched him leave.

"Sure enough. Andrew mumbled and closed the door.

Andrew closed the door, and the letter in his hand turned into yellow sand and disappeared with the wind. Wizarding is now a popular "profession", and many Muggles envy young people who can fly around on broomsticks. Although they were completely unaware of the pain of being bitten by the Heartbreaker or the Imperius Curse, it did not prevent them from fantasizing about using magic to solve any problem.

As far as Andrew knows, now that the Ministry of Magic has begun to slowly relax the supervision of certain wizards--- of course there is a shadow of Earl Lee behind this, and I heard that under MI6, a special agency has been added to connect with the office of wizarding Aurors.

You can now search for the keyword "wizard" on the Internet, and you will get thousands of results under any search engine, believe it or not, none of them are real wizards---- the latest magic success of the Ministry of Magic, ensuring that real wizards are not searched by Baidu, Google, or Bing.....

Many Witcher ads read:

sorcerer

Constellation Consultation, Lost and Found Search, Supernatural Phenomena Reconnaissance, Diagnosis, and Consultation

The fees are low

Love elixir, treasure bag, banquet performances and other entertainment activities will not be accepted

You must not believe how many people call just to wonder if it's for real.

With the end of the twentieth century and the beginning of the new millennium, there has been a revival of paranormal phenomena in public perception, such as mediums, ghost possessions, vampires. The general public still doesn't take this very seriously, but many of the promised things of science have not been realized, disease is still a problem, famine is still a problem, violence, crime and war are still problems. Even with the continuous advancement of technology, things still do not develop in the direction that the public expects and imagine.

Science was the biggest religion of the twentieth century, and the explosion of the space shuttle, the ghost coffin of the Yellow River, the relics of 10,000 years ago, incurable diseases, and an entire generation of smug people who let TV show educate their children have cast a shadow over it.

Everybody is chasing something – they just don't know what they're after. And as they have reopened their eyes to the magical and mysterious worlds that have always existed--- Salem are now re-emerging from this evil wind.

Andrew's only errand for the past two months was last week, when Andrew went to Scotland to investigate a country singer's house that might be haunted--- the Ministry of Magic itself now couldn't figure out whether those things were really done by wizards, those were rumors, and the ministry was now too short of manpower to recruit all the students from Hogwarts who were more than five years old.

There are no ghosts in that house. The Muggles there were unhappy with the answer, and even more so when Andrew suggested that instead of having someone exorcise them, he should drink less, exercise more, and sleep more. In the end, Andrew received the carriage fare and an hour's payment, and felt that he had done something honest, just, and ...... Impractical. I heard that the singer later found a spirit medium who lacked virtue to come to the house and did a ritual of lighting a lot of incense and black lights. What a good bunch.

Andrew reads a book and tosses it into the "closed" file box. In the cardboard box next to Andrew's desk was a stack of paperbacks that he had read and wanted to discard, the backs of those books were bent and the pages were torn. Andrew was about to look at the stack of books he hadn't read yet, and was thinking about which one to start with when the phone rang.

Andrew looked at the phone with an almost cautious attitude. The phone was installed at Hermione's request, and not many people knew about it - Hermione seemed to say that her phone was printed on her business card the other day. When the phone rang for the third time, he picked up the microphone and said, "Who?"

"Oh, you're ...... Belch...... Hermione Granger ...... Well...... A wizard?" her tone was apologetic, obviously not expecting a man to answer the phone.

No, Andrew thought to himself, but Hermione had said that he wanted him to write down the information of the electric man, Hermione was really bored--- there were Dark Lord Horcruxes to study, and he had to do these things.

It was Hermione's prerogative to lose her temper, and Andrew didn't want to debate feminism or chivalry with Hermione, so Andrew swallowed the words of refusal back and said to the lady on the other end of the phone, "Miss Granger is not here for the time being, I'm... I'm Andrew, her employee, miss, what's the matter?"

Andrew ...... Hmmm......" she said. "I don't know what to say, I dropped something, I think you can help. “

"Well, Miss Granger doesn't seem to have any business with that, I think you should get it in the .....newspapers," Andrew said. "Is there anything else I can do to help you?"

The woman paused for a moment in nervousness. "No, not what you think, actually..... It's my husband. She said. The voice is a little hoarse, like a cheerleading hottie who has shouted a whole game, but she is a little older, more like a cool mother.

Andrew shrugged. "This lady, we are not actually a search expert, have you been in contact with the police or private investigators?"

"Nope. She said quickly. "No, they can't help it. Anyway, I didn't look for them. God, it's so complicated, I can't talk to someone on the phone about it. Sorry to bother you, Mr. Andrew. “

"Wait a minute. Andrew said right away. "I'm sorry you haven't told me your name yet--- maybe Miss Granger will be willing to pay you a visit in person, so you can tell. “

The nerve-wracking silence returned, as if she had to read the handwritten note before answering such a question.

"My name is Monica. “

Many people who don't know much about wizards don't like to give their names to wizards, believing that if they tell them their names themselves, wizards will use it against them. Honestly, the idea is right.

"Okay, Monica. Andrew tried to make his voice sound pleasant, and then told her, "If you think it's already supernatural, then Miss Granger will pay attention." If we can really help, we will help, and if we can't, we will also provide professional advice. Andrew grinned, forced a smile and said, "No money." “

The moment Andrew put the microphone down, the phone rang again, which startled Andrew and stared at it. Andrew didn't believe in electronics, anything made after 1940 was not trustworthy, and Andrew wasn't very interested in these things.

Anything you can think of: cars, radios, telephones, televisions, video recorders - they will fail as soon as you get to the wizard. Andrew didn't even like to use a mechanical pencil.

If it weren't for Hermione's clever magic pattern blessing the phone, making it look like a Muggle phone, it was actually a magic item that could still be connected to the Muggle communication network, and now there are four wizards living in this apartment, which can disable any electronic device.

Andrew picked up the phone and said, "Who?"

"Andy, you'll be in Tumbledown Alley in ten minutes, can you?" There was also a woman on the other end of the phone, straightforward and businesslike.

"Oh, Hermione. Andrew replied enthusiastically, and the sweet words immediately sounded like a gushing river. "I'm glad to receive your call, it's going well today, has the magic prop I said last time cracked, I think with your genius, you must be able to catch it. Oh, what did you just say?"

"Less, Andrew. There are two corpses here, and I hope you can come and take a look. “

Andrew immediately grimaced. Hermione now works as a so-called consulting company, which is actually a company under the name of Earl Lee, this company specializes in consulting and investigating some strange cases--- these cases seem too weird even for MI6, if you have encountered these cases before, most of them will not be solved, but after knowing that the wizarding world exists, many high-ranking Muggle officials began to worry about their safety.

In this case, a compromise was reached between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle Prime Minister, and a supposedly temporary, covert coalition of wizards and agents emerged.

This organization claims to be an outsourcing agency, and only the prime ministers of the two worlds and a limited number of high-ranking officials know their true identities. At the same time, the Ministry of Magic has refused to acknowledge the existence of this organization due to the fact that it may in fact violate the Secrecy Act.

Hermione Granger joined such an organization, and also served as the head of the Special Investigation Team, appointed directly by the Minister of Magic, to investigate any cases that were classified as "mysterious".

Cases of vampires wounding people, cave giant robberies, elves kidnapping children, etc., are unlikely to have a place in the police archives – because at the same time, people are constantly being attacked by gangsters, babies are being kidnapped, and homes are being destroyed. But somebody has to take care of it.

In London, or the whole of Greater London, that man is Hermione Granger.

"Are you tumbling down alley?" Andrew asked her.

"Opposite Bogin Broko in Tumbledown Lane. “

"It will take about fifteen minutes to get there, you wait. Andrew said.

"Then you'll be there in fifteen minutes, good. “

"Uh," Andrew looked at the clock and remembered the phone call. "A woman called you just now, and I'll tell you about it in a moment. “