Seeing the wizard and his men behind him, Noether's face turned pale, and Bobin let out a scream and began to shiver on the couch.

And Hector Foley only felt that his feet were weak and his face was pale, not only because Harris caught him talking to the purebloods who opposed them, but because he found out that Harris was able to come to the door because of the information provided by the two female ghost women he had just met, who were standing outside the door at this time, still holding a small rattling bag of money in their hands, squeezing out a flattering and ugly smile at the people of the Ministry of Magic.

Lunn Harris, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, strode towards the corner, followed by the strikers in the uniform of the Ministry of Magic, each armed with a firebow arrow, and violently pushed away the harpy hostess who tried to come forward to ask, sealing off the bar, and blocking the people in the bar in a fan shape.

These highly trained elite fighters are an armed force that directly reports to the Department of Law Enforcement, unlike the relatively independent Aurors who are also part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

These strikers were originally more like police officers or soldiers in the wizarding world than the Aurors like agents, or now patrol Aurors, who were originally trained to investigate crimes in the dark arts, and to arrest or detain dark wizards and shrine maidens, who were often assigned to the front lines of the fight against crime.

Before the Auror reform was developed, this industry was still relatively popular with wizards, although it also needed training and internships, but it did not need the three-year training period of the old Aurors, and because of the need to fight, even interns had a minimum salary of 700 gold Galleons per month, and the Ministry of Magic would also equip them with broomsticks, and they had a bed in this department at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

It's just that now their functions have been replaced by the Aurors, although they have not been banned because of the relationship between the Law Enforcement Division, but the reorganized Aurors have absorbed elite strikers and only maintained a small scale, and they basically do not come out to carry out tasks, and are only responsible for tasks within the Ministry of Magic or patrols and the like.

However, Lunn came out this time, bringing these armed forces of his own, but this was a good opportunity for these suffocated wizards, and everyone cheered up and looked overwhelming.

As the owner, Mr. Foley immediately stood up, he pretended not to notice the atmosphere, and let himself smile and greeted: "Director Harris, what is the wind that has blown you here?

Lunn's tone was gentle and polite: "Mr. Foley, I'm bothering you today. ”

"Please take a seat... Selopper, help me serve the directors with wine. Forlì relaxed a little because of Lenn's tone, and he glanced at old Nott and Bobin on the side, pleased with their lack of daring to speak, and then he beckoned to a familiar striker behind Lenn, "Ah, Mr. Pisgood, you haven't been drinking with me for too long, look at your dress... Is it true that you've completed your identity transition from amnestic deregisterer to batter?"

"So that your pretty waiter doesn't have to pour us a drink... I'll bring my colleagues over for drinks another day. Arnold Pisgood warmly patted Mr. Foley on the shoulder, and then looked at the two guests who were silent and arrived at the bar first, "We have business today..."

Lunn pulled out a chair and sat directly across from them, without speaking.

Knowing that he couldn't dodge, Bobin reluctantly smiled: "Director Harris, I don't know if there is anything in the Ministry of Magic that needs our help?"

Old Noether was a little flustered like Bobin, but Old Noether maintained his posture and forced himself to lean back on the sofa: "Director Harris, I'm old, and I've been in the convalescent department of St. Mungo's Hospital... I was discharged from the hospital yesterday and just came to the bar for a drink today... This is probably the last time I've been to the bar in my life, and I didn't know that Director Harris brought so many people in... It's not coming for me, is it?"

Lunn's gaze swept over old Knott, as if he were saying something trivial in the tone of his daily chat: "The Division of Magical Law Enforcement has received a tip from Mr. Foley that he has captured two members of the wizarding family who funded the Death Eaters and is trading in some dangerous contraband in his bar. ”

Bobbin was shocked and glared at Mr. Foley in fear, and Knott held her hand and shook his head at her, baring his teeth like a hyena, "Director Harris, there are so many people here... I don't see anyone trading in contraband. ”

"Director Harris... Don't be kidding..."Mr. Foley was stunned, then tried to laugh again, "Director Harris, the people sitting here are all good law-abiding citizens. ”

Alastor Gonboyle, the striker standing behind Lunn, glanced at his superior, then pulled his notepad out of his pocket, and began to write it down with a pen as he read it aloud and clearly: "Mr. Hector Foley believes that wizards who trade in contraband to make money to finance mysterious people are good law-abiding citizens. ”

"Uh... Director Harris..."Forlì, who was sitting next to Lunn half-sideways, turned even whiter, and his hand under the sleeve of his magic robe clenched tightly, "The Foley family has no connection with the mysterious man, for Sirius's sake, please don't embarrass me..."

Lunn slowly took out a tightly sealed crystal bottle from the pocket of his magic robe and casually threw it on the table, "A bottle full of poison sac gas from the neck of the poison sac leopard, what about this?"

Nott's face turned cold, and he put his hand in his coat pocket in a calm tone: "I'm going to find a lawyer and media reporters to expose your false behavior." ”

"Harris, are you trying to frame it?" Forlì showed some of the housekeeper's momentum because of his distant cousin, "What kind of evidence are you? I said you are useless. ”

"I said I had this useful. Lunn's gaze met that of Foley, and then he snapped to his feet, and soon, ah, and then came up with a petrification charm, and then a weapon that removed you.

Mr. Foley and Knott were all out of the way, Annette Bobin was scared to tears, and Lenn laughed and withdrew his wand.

At this time, Forlì's arms were clapped to his sides, his legs were stiff, his upper and lower teeth were locked together, and he couldn't speak, only his eyes were rolling, and Old Knott was old, and the action of throwing his wand out after being hit by the disarming charm caused his muscles to strain.

Then, under the angry gaze of Mr. Foley, Lunn picked up the bottle of Leopard Gas he had brought on the table, stuffed it directly into the pocket of Forlì's magic robe, and immediately lifted the spell.

"The report was written before I came—" Lunn's eyes didn't blink, and his tone was gentle, "Azkaban is back to normal now, just in time for the first guests, and smuggling contraband is enough for you to stay there for a long time." ”

"Mr. Foley, it looks like I won't be able to bring my colleagues over for drinks until you come out of Azkaban. Arnold Pisgood still had that warm and hearty smile.

After a short pause.

"I'm sorry...," the smile on Mr. Foley's face became distorted and bitter, and he glanced at the other two who looked like dead faces, and then looked at the waitress who didn't dare to move because of the blow to his hand, "Selopper..."

The mixed-breed waitress let out a bird's cry, and several sirens and harppies who were playing the transverse flute on the stage in the distance, changed their faces in an instant, and these monsters with the head and body of beautiful women, bird wings and bronze bird claws instantly regained their wildness in ancient times, and began to fly towards old Noether and Bobin at high speed with their wings.

The monsters knocked over wine glasses, wine bottles, ping-pong and the screams of witches resounded in the bar.

"Little Hector, this is a reminder of what happened to you because of Sirius... This allows you to make a clear connection with people you shouldn't be with. Lunn helped up his glasses, "Sven nodded... I have to report that the Foley family has only caught two criminals. ”