After hearing the little owl's call, the expressions of the two wizard guards were instantly stunned.

As perhaps the last laughing owl in the world today, Vika is too recognizable in terms of both its call and appearance, and the way it came out of Irina's chest just now almost made them think for a moment that the eldest lady had come to make a secret visit.

The two looked at each other, and the older wizard reached out to take the note from Irina's hand.

"You just said you were here to ask for help?"

"Yes, sir, my daughter has received an offer of admission to Hogwarts—exceptional. ”

Ivanovich came back to his senses, stood in front of his daughter, blocked the somewhat rude gaze of the two strange wizards in front of him with his burly body, straightened his back and said in an extremely proud tone.

"Oh my God......"

The older wizard looked at the note in his hand, then at the little owl that had its head out of Irina's neckline, and nodded solemnly at the young wizard next to him.

"That's right, it's- it's absolutely-"

Before the elder wizard could finish speaking, he glanced at the crowd of onlookers around him with a grim face.

He quickly put away the "baton" in his hand, turned sideways and pointed to the door of the closed potato shop not far away, trying to suppress the excitement on his face, and said quickly.

"This is not the place to talk, let's go over there first. ”

Accompanied by two patrol officers, the rest of the trip of the Ivanovic father and daughter was naturally unimpeded, and following the two wizard guards, the two effortlessly entered the potato shop that was not open to the public for the time being.

It is a store that looks no different from a regular store.

Near the doorway were three cash registers, and several old men in their fifties and sixties were sitting together arguing fiercely about something, and behind them sat four or five movable blackboards with white chalk written on them.

A little further afield, there were piles of slices of potatoes, each at least the size of a full-grown Russian man's fist — Ivanovich swore with his wand that they were definitely potatoes from elsewhere, and that he had never seen a potato of this quality in St. Petersburg.

As several people entered the door, the heated discussion suddenly stopped.

The next moment, the old men quickly flipped the blackboard next to them with agility that did not suit their age, revealing another side - [Today's potato price ___/___KG]

"Gentlemen, don't be nervous, it's us. ”

The young wizard shook his head with a smile as he cautiously closed the door of the shop behind him, blocking the eyes of the people waiting in line outside from the door.

"What's the matter? Mr. Walter. ”

An old man stood up and patted the chalk ash on his body, looked at the Ivanovic father and daughter, who were behind Walter and the others, frowned, and said unceremoniously like a cannon.

"Also, who are they? Twenty-eight minutes before the official opening, if I'm not mistaken, didn't we agree before, that every day before the opening, we old men would be left to discuss some simple questions, and no one would bother us?"

"As you can see, a special guest came to ask for help, and according to the rules in our manual, we had to respond according to the guidelines – in other words, we needed to borrow it for the time being, just like we had on the previous occasions. ”

The wizard named Walter spread his hands helplessly and pointed to Irina, who was holding the little owl behind her.

The old man raised his hand, grinned, and asked in a sleek and neat tone.

"So...... Do we need to take a break from it for a few minutes this time?"

"Sorry, there are some special circumstances today. ”

Walter shook his head and exchanged a look with the older wizard next to him, who was checking the windows and vents around the perimeter.

"Next, we need to clear the area, and from now until the end of the matter on our side, this area will be under the highest level of martial law. In fact, even I can't give you an exact answer—"

Is the state of martial law at the highest level? Is the level of secrecy so high?

The old man glanced thoughtfully at Irina, and Ivanovich, who looked silly, shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, beckoned the rest of the old fellows around him to stand up, and walked with great skill in the direction of the small room on the side of the shop.

As a retired veteran from the Institute of the Soviet Union, one of the things he has learned over most of his years is that he must learn to restrain his curiosity in any field that is not related to research and science.

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