Dumbledore looked up, and the huge iron cylinder tanks on the top of the abandoned factory had been scratched by the huge force of paw prints, showing how violently they had been destroyed not long ago.

The ground was littered with metal pipes, lying in the mud after the rainstorm, some of which had even been bent to 90 degrees.

Dumbledore bent down and felt the marks of violent destruction on the metal pipe, the expression on his face a little solemn: "Alchemy and transformation" He muttered to himself.

After a while, the broomsticks in the sky fell to the ground, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic hurried in the direction of Dumbledore. At the head of the list is none other than the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"Merlin, what's going on?"

Fudge looked at the huge scratches and the stumbling buildings, and said in shock, "Could it be that some foreign dark wizards are invading en masse?"

"Have you settled those Muggles?"

Dumbledore straightened up and asked.

An Auror beside Fudge stepped forward: "Settle down, many people were slightly injured, several were seriously injured, but fortunately, no one died. ”

The Auror paused, and said with some confusion, "It's strange that the ptarmigan seems to be flying in a remote direction, away from the crowd, and it looks like it has been domesticated. ”

"We have been domesticated, and sure enough, someone wants to plot against us. Connelly Fudge narrowed his eyes, "Go, find the guy who took the Thunderbird, and arrest him, and never allow such people to be presumptuous in England!"

The Aurors received the order, nodded in unison, and drew their wands. But at this moment, Dumbledore raised his hand and stopped the Aurors from leaving: "Wait a minute. ”

Fudge looked at him in surprise, "What's the matter, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Nothing happened. Dumbledore said.

"Huh?" said Cornelius Fudge for a moment.

"I say, nothing happened!" Clean up the area, and then remove the memory of the Muggles who witnessed the incident, and don't publicize it. ”

"But but"

Faced with the rare toughness of this kind old wizard, the current Minister of Magic rubbed his hands together nervously, his eyes drifting over his Aurors. But the Aurors under his command could only look at him, waiting for his statement.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little stiff.

Dumbledore smiled and softened his attitude: "Minister, the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon, do you want those people in the Sports Department to not be seen by a foreigner? ”

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief and immediately smiled, "Headmaster Dumbledore has a point, but I'm thinking about it a little inappropriately. ”

As he spoke, he scratched his head a little puzzled: "Then this matter, how should it be handled, if there is a huge and uncontrolled thunderbird hidden in London"

"I'll take care of this matter. Dumbledore said decisively, "I believe that the professors at Hogwarts are capable enough to deal with a magical creature. ”

"Then it's really a problem for Headmaster Dumbledore. ”

Cornelius Fudge said with a smile, casting a color on his subordinates. The Aurors nodded and retreated.

It wasn't until Dumbledore's apparition left that the muscles in Connelly Fudge's face twitched

A month later.

London, Soho Bar Street, night.

The air was filled with small clouds after cigarettes were lit, and under the neon glow, the crowd swallowed the clouds and spitted fog in twos and threes. The phone booth on the street is plastered with beautiful picture flyers, all young women, and phone numbers.

In 1994, it was one of the most famous red light districts in the UK. Countless young British men choose to come here to relax after work. Especially on weekends, almost all of the people gathered here are handsome men and beautiful women, which is very eye-catching.

Usually, at this time of the night, the streets are filled with men and women dressed in bold clothes, luxury cars, and people. Today, however, it is surprisingly quieter than it used to be.

The eyes of the crowd were drawn to a woman.

She seems to be the widow Marlena in "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", who is infatuated by the men of the city, and as soon as she appears, she attracts everyone's attention.

The woman has a devilish figure, one meter eight five tall, a big wavy golden curly hair exuding dazzling light, and her slender thighs are wearing a goose-yellow super mini skirt, showing the perfection of her figure.

She carried a small bag and walked alone through the glittering streets, as if she were not a creature of this world.

You know, most of the people who appear in Bar Street at this point are in pairs, with men having their own wingmen and women bringing their sisters.

It's hard to imagine that a good-looking woman is still a person.

The men who passed by stopped and watched with their eyes long, and even whistled boldly.

And the woman did not refuse, as long as someone whistled at her, she would return with a bright smile, the green eyes under the eyelids flashed with autumn waves that made the men crazy, the melon seeds were covered with a light layer of makeup, the eye shadow was just right, and the red lips of the water were extremely charming.

A man plucked up the courage to come forward to talk, but when he was more than a meter away from the woman, he was dizzy and couldn't laugh a word with a smirk.

Some men even ignored the pinching of their female companions, and the moment they saw the woman, they couldn't take their eyes off anymore, and followed her step by step.

Gradually, a group of men quietly gathered behind the woman, and they followed the woman like puppets to a neon-lit theater.

"Not let in?"

The blonde beauty turned her head sideways and asked the two doormen in suits at the entrance of the theater.

One of the two doormen had a nosebleed, and the other leg was weak, so he didn't let himself fall by holding the door.

"I'm sorry for us, we're not there yet," the doorman, who didn't have a nosebleed, kept his sanity in front of the wicked woman in a hoarse voice.

"I'm friends with your boss. ”

The woman said with a smile.

"I've just changed the boss of our club"

"He invited me here. The blonde woman said.

"Really?"

The doorman's face was already red and dripping blood, he wanted to look but did not dare to look, and under the gaze of that strange green eye, he completely forgot any regulations, moved a position to the side, and opened the door for the woman.

"Thank you. ”

The blonde woman said politely, and then entered the theater.

As soon as she entered the theater, the men who followed her, as well as the two dazed doormen, shivered and stood motionless like electric toys with their power cut off. It was a long time before they looked at each other in wonder, not knowing what was happening

Inside the theater, in the dressing room of the three-story box.

"Ahh

Hoffa opened his mouth.

A young maid in a white dress next to him immediately bent down and fed a slice of chopped pear into his mouth, and intentionally or unintentionally rubbed the murder weapon over the young nouveau riche shoulder.

Since the teenager bought the theater in full a week ago, she felt that this teenager was a typical example of a stupid person with a lot of money, if she could catch him, then she must have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life, and she could have a child on a pile of money The maid romantically fantasized.

Unaware, Hoffa chewed on a pear and looked at the large mirror in front of him, which was ten people tall, and in the mirror was a strange boy.

It was a guy dressed like a black flamingo, with a flashy tall black feather shawl draped over his shoulders, and under the shawl, a gorgeous white suit, with finely combed gray hair, a red sunglasses that covered half of his face, a silver Patek Philippe on his wrist, and a rich ring on each finger on the back of his hand.

He leaned back on a wide, frightening white couch, behind which stood a dozen respectful men and women. Some of them were carrying elaborate glass wine vessels with Coke on the rocks. Someone was combing his hair, while someone was holding a large stack of watchboards and reporting to work at a rapid pace.

"Mr. Baja, the CEO of Dunlop wants you to meet him, and if you really want to invest in sports and fashion, it's better to make plans after the interview. ”

"No, why should I see him instead of him coming to see me!?" The gray-haired teenager in the mirror said frantically, "Didn't I say to buy his family's stock, did you buy it?"

"If you really want to buy it, that's a huge sum of hundreds of millions of pounds!" the secretary's hand shook slightly.

"Buy, why don't you buy," Hoffa said, holding his legs in front of the mirror, "but whatever I like, buy them all." ”

"Yes. The man put away his file, took out another file from his bag, bent down timidly, and said, "Mr. Baha, Mr. Bill Bill Gates of Microsoft in the United States, rejected your suggestion. ”

"What?" the guy in the black flamingo coat in the mirror looked stunned.

"Not only did he reject your idea of developing a next-generation game console, but he also spoke out to you."

"How dare he!!" The flamingo in the mirror became angry: "What did he say?"

"He said that he said that he would not cooperate with a rich second generation who came from an unknown place and waited for death!"

"Look for death, dare to look down on me!!"

He slapped his thigh angrily and opened his mouth, and the maid next to him quickly bent down again and put a piece of sliced apple in his mouth.

"Uh-huh"

He chewed the apple in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with an unhappy glint behind red sunglasses. The people behind him trembled, and they didn't dare to come out. This guy who appeared inexplicably has a perverse personality, moody, and doesn't know anything about business, but his salary is higher than anyone else's, which makes people dare to be angry.

I saw him cross Erlang's legs, leaning on the sofa and thinking for a while, then took out a step of the stock market statement from his secretary's hand, and his face turned gloomy.

"Hah!"

He suddenly had a good idea, and hooked his fingers: "Todd, you come here!"

The secretary named Todd hurriedly stepped forward, bent down to stand beside the gray-haired young man, and saw him pointing to a company on his watch:

"See this company called Apple, go, buy his stock, buy as many as you want!"

"Ah!" the secretary Todd was frightened: "Mr. Baha, calm down, this company has not had any outstanding performance in the past ten years, in the past three years, they have exchanged three presidents in a row, and last year, their market share rate has slipped from 20% to 5% in ten years."

"Nonsense! You're the boss or I'm the boss!"

The young man in the mirror interrupted his secretary by shouting loudly, only to see a somewhat hideous expression and slam the list in his hand on his face: "Buy, buy, buy, I will buy you if you want to, let them quickly call Jobs back for me to develop a mobile phone!!"

"Yes, yes"

In a fit of rage, the guy in the suit sweated and picked up the list on the ground, ran out of the room in a hurry, and fled.

"Hmph, Bill Gates. ”

Hoffa let out a nasal voice of disdain, "Damn programmer!"

He opened his mouth again, and behind him a long-legged stockings girl dressed as a bunny girl hurriedly stepped forward and inserted a straw with her fingers into the precious glassware that was supposed to hold the eighty-two years of Lafite, but now it was containing ice Coke.

I saw him bite the straw and start smoking Coke with an unhappy face, and when he smoked Coke, no one behind him dared to speak. Finally, he washed half a liter of Coke in one gulp, sucked the bottle upside down, and hiccuped a long hiccups. Turning his head, he asked, "Carlson, did you find the person I asked you to find?"

Another male secretary in a suit and leather shoes quickly stepped forward.

"I can't find it, Mr. Baha" The man wiped the sweat on his head with a helpless and aggrieved face: "Huaxia is so big, how far is it from here, where can we find an English teacher named Jak Ma." ”

After a pause, he showed a flattering smile: "Besides, you are talented and intelligent, and you don't need to be taught, whether it is English or Chinese." ”

"Rat-eyed!!"

The black flamingo, who had just calmed down a little after smoking Coke, became angry again, and he scolded: "Rat-eyed, you group of British rice buckets, can you come out with a little 007 spirit! Find him for me, dig three feet into the ground and find him for me!! If you can't find it, you will fuck me!!"

Seeing that the other side of his sycophant did not react at all, but was scolded by a beating, the secretary named Carlson was angry and angry, he lowered his head and held his fist in his hand.

THINKING OF HIS MONTHLY SALARY OF 50,000 POUNDS A MONTH, THE MAN NAMED Carlson took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, he already showed a sweet smile: "Yes, Mr. Baha taught you, we will help you find Mr. JACK." ”

"Get out!"

"Good. ”

Carlson writhed around on the woolen carpet before running out of the large powder room.

The rest of the people trembled, secretly making eye contact with each other, for fear that this perverse and young fellow would come up with some inexplicable idea.

At this moment, the solemn atmosphere of the room was broken by the sound of the door being pushed.

"Mr. Baha, someone wants to see you. ”

A lovely Asian maid, I saw that she was fair-skinned, wearing Lolita's black clothes, not tall, with cat ears, and her face was painted with lipstick with six bars, three on the left and three on the right.

"Uh-huh!?" The black flamingo in the mirror crossed Erlang's legs, playing with his fingers, raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and made a yin and yang strange sound.

"No, no, no" The poor vase intern who had just graduated and didn't know anything from the London talent market cramped his legs into inner eights, and folded his hands: "I mean the master someone wants to see you"

"That's just like words, hiccup~"

The pompous black flamingo in the mirror hiccuped, and smiled evilly: "You abrasive little goblin, who wants to see me?"