The Bentley 8-liter finally stopped in front of a towering building, and a bearded man in a neatly ironed white shirt stood on the steps, looking impatiently at the plain quartz watch in his hand, a black blazer resting on the crook of his arm. Beside him stood a slightly petite middle-aged lady with long brown hair coiled up. She wears a pair of gold-wire glasses, except for the quartz watch of the same style as her husband, only a pair of pearl stud earrings as decoration, a navy blue professional suit skirt, each button of the blazer is meticulously buttoned, and a pair of white high heels with block heels.

Mr. and Mrs. Clearwatt stood straight, their chins slightly raised as Alan closed the door and walked towards them, Mrs. Cutwart half-drooped her eyelids and her eyes slowly looked Alan from top to bottom. Seeing Allen's gray hair and unusually pale skin, Mrs. Clearat's lips pursed even tighter—at a young age, it couldn't be that she had albinism.

Mr. and Mrs. Crivaert both looked at each other, and sighed at the same time, her daughter Penelope's occupation could not be told to relatives and friends, and she was secretly laughed at, and now she found a boyfriend who was not only so much younger than her, but also a freak, if they appeared at the house at the same time, and were seen, you can imagine what those people would say.

But when the bearded Mr. Kerriot glanced at the Bentley 8-litre that Allen was driving, he nodded slightly.

"Father, mother, this is Alan Harris. Penelope, who came down from the co-pilot, straightened his clothes and introduced Alan to his parents, who had already stood on the steps, and then introduced her parents to Alan in a somewhat rigid manner, "Alan, this is my father, Felipe Crivat, and my mother, Letizia Roccasolano Krivat. ”

"Hello, Mr. Harris. Mr. Kerrywatt offered to reach out.

"Hello, Mr. Kerryvat. Alan leaned forward slightly, held the other party's hand, and shook the hands of both hands a few times.

Mrs. Kerry Watt didn't mean to shake Alan's hand, but just nodded reluctantly in greeting. The corners of her eyes were raised, the corners of her lips drooped, and her lips were tightly pursed, and from her countenance, Alan felt that this lady might be even more severe than Professor McGonagall, and that she would be very difficult to get along with.

"Time is tight, let's go. Mr. Krivat looked at his watch again. Penelope's brow furrowed, and Alan opened the door and made a gesture of please.

When Mr. Kerriot stepped into the car on one leg, he couldn't help but stop getting into the car, and Mrs. Kerriot behind him nudged him: "Hurry up, Felipe. ”

But instead of entering, Mr. Crivat took a few steps back with some surprise, and once again carefully examined the classic car in front of him, up and down, and then stepped into the car again in a trance-like silence.

When Mrs. Kerry Watt slipped through the car door with her daughter's help, she was stunned by the sight of a classic car that looked like it didn't look like a spacious. The space inside the car is quite comfortable and spacious, even enough for several people to lie down.

The classic car was moving smoothly on the road again, and on a small road that was empty in front and behind, the car suddenly bounced out of thin air as if it had pierced something, and suddenly there was some cold breath that made everyone in the car let out a burst of exclamation.

"What's that? Did we hit something?" Mr. Crivat looked nervously out the window, but didn't see anything foreign on the road.

"Uh... I'm sorry—" Alan glanced behind him from the right rearview mirror, "don't worry Mr. Krivat, it's okay, it's standing up, it's a Dementor." ”

"You hit something? I didn't ...... anything," Mr. Crivat stopped asking, for he saw his daughter leaning out of the window and pointing at the back of the car with her little stick, and then the silver light and the chill in the car were gone.

"I will inform Director Josephine. Penelope, who withdrew his wand, pressed his collar badge and said to Alan, "These ugly things are quite smart, although they have betrayed the Ministry of Magic, and they also know that they only suck emotions and do not use Dementor Kisses to avoid the Ministry of Magic's energy and attention on them. ”

Alan nodded: "Before we and the mysterious man form really understood, these crazy guys still had something to take care of. ”

A female voice broke the conversation between the wizards, and Letizia, who had a feeling of being fooled, looked at the cab and spoke: "Mr. Allen, Mr. Harris, please forgive me...... But your age...... Do you have a driver's license? If not, once you are stopped by the police, I am afraid that it will be delayed for a long time. ”

"Mother, please rest assured. Alan can drive, but he's just a little monster, and you can't see them without magic. Alan hadn't answered, but Penelope, who was sitting in the passenger seat, replied in a stiff tone with suppressed anger, and she could hear the indifference and detachment of her mother under the polite tone.

Allen's eyes were still on the road ahead, and he held one hand on the steering wheel and calmly clicked the Muggle Expulsion Charm button on the car.

"The police won't notice a Muggle-deported car, let alone let us stop for inspection. Penelope's explanation made her parents stunned for a moment, and the husband and wife looked at each other and frowned in unison.

"That means Mr. Alan Harris hasn't gotten his driver's license yet...... In that case, I'd suggest we better change cars or let Felipe drive it. I don't mean to be disrespectful to Mr. Alan Harris, but I think even wizards should obey the rules of the road......" Mrs. Clarwatt leaned forward and held the back of the seat in front of her, her tone earnest and restrained.

Mr. Krivat pressed his wife, who was speaking faster and faster, "Mr. Harris, I think Letizia has a point, why don't you stop on the side of the road and drive for me, I have a driver's license, I think it is our duty as citizens to obey the laws and regulations, and I beg your pardon, where are we going now? It's our human place......" Felipe was a little worried that the boy and daughter in front of him would take the couple to their freaks to taste those weird "delicacies".

"Muggles can't control wizards!Wizards aren't 'citizens'!" Penelope, who felt that she had been restrained for a long time, couldn't help but blurt out, Alan held the steering wheel with one hand, pressed Penelope with the other, and patted it lightly to reassure, Penelope frowned and took a deep breath to calm herself, she leaned back in her chair obediently, relaxing her body that had just stiffened.

Alan turned on the car's flight mode directly, and the car rose off the ground, and Mr. Crivat and his wife instantly grabbed the handrail in the car, watching in horror as the car climbed higher and higher. They were surprised to see that someone in the towering office building next to them was looking out the window, but they seemed to be oblivious to the car they were riding in. The couple felt a slight sense of weightlessness, but it was smoother than on a normal plane, and the car was so quiet that they could even hear each other's breathing more rapidly than usual.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Krivat, Mrs. Krivat, but I don't think we can be considered driving on the road, I have a license from the wizarding world, so it shouldn't be a violation of the law, whether it's Muggle or wizarding - as for our destination, don't worry, it's a Muggle place, a place you all know, but allow me to keep it a secret first. Alan smiled and pointed to a Ministry of Magic icon on the windshield of his car, deliberately ignoring the fact that flight regulations were also violated if they were to be counted strictly.

The Crivat couple looked at each other, and the Muggles were speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere in the car fell silent again.

Alan saw the couple with a suppressed and angry look on their faces through the car's inner rearview mirror, and took the initiative to find a topic to ease the atmosphere: "Mr. Crivat, I heard Penelope say that your profession is a lawyer, I heard that the profession of a lawyer has a very high status in Muggle society and is quite respected, which is similar to the situation in the wizarding world, and speaking of profession, Penelope's Auror works in the wizarding world...... Belch...... Presumably, the Aurors are equivalent to agents in Muggle society, and the requirements for wizards are quite high, even strict, so often only very good wizards can become Aurors. ”

Hearing Allen's compliment, the Crivat couple were silent, they put in a lot of effort to become a well-known lawyer, this is the thing they are most proud of, it's just that the strange daughter who was obedient and sensible when she was a child suddenly rebelled at the age of ten and had to go to some magic school to learn to be a witch, and after graduation, she even became an agent in the wizarding world。

Lady Letizia Cryvaert was depressed, Penelope had said that Alan was old, so she hadn't graduated from Hogwarts yet, so she crossed her hands on her knees, raised her eyebrows and asked knowingly, "Speaking of career, Mr. Alan Harris, please forgive me for taking the liberty of what your profession is?"