Nero stood in the doorway, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Behind him, Draco Malfoy, the hapless bear child, sat on the ground, his forehead flushed and swollen with a large bag.

"......" Boginbock didn't know what to say.

White Night walked up to Lucius Malfoy, who was floating in mid-air, with a visible shoe print on his chest, and he was almost unconscious.

I must have been kicked by Nero and was about to hold my breath.

"What's going on?" White Night looked at Nero and asked.

"It's okay, they want to do it, so I'll do it." Nero spoke lightly.

For him, it's really not a big deal.

The Malfoy father and son, who had just walked out of the store, bumped into Nero directly.

To be precise, little Malfoy, who was frightened by the white night, was dazed and dreamy, and crashed into Nero.

This pure second-generation bear child, because of this collision, the fear in his heart successfully turned into anger, and he was ready to pull out his wand and give Nero a hard blow.

Nero wasn't a member of the Society for the Protection of He's Just a Kid.

A bear kid wants to pull out a wand on him?

Naive, stupid.

So Nero reached out and flicked his fingers to "half-paralyze" Malfoy Draco Jr.

Old Malforlucius, who didn't care at all, looked at it, is this okay?

His child was actually beaten up by a stranger?

I can't bear it!

Lucius also drew his wand and taught this stranger a lesson that he didn't know how high the earth was.

Let him know that the majesty of a pure-blood wizard does not tolerate provocation.

But Lucius had clearly made a foolish mistake – he was less than two meters away from Nero.

And when he drew his wand, he moved more loudly, and his mouth was still open, to the effect that he wanted to teach Nero a lesson.

So, a few tenths of a second after he spoke, Nero's feet were imprinted on his chest.

Lucius Malfoy, who had just touched his wand, flew and slammed open the door of the store, where he was suspended in mid-air by Boginbock, without hitting the store's merchandise.

The wand in his hand fell to the ground, and his face was so painful that he almost passed out.

"It's okay, I'll fix it, Mr. Borgin, please help keep this Mr. Malfoy in his current state." After listening to Nero's brief description, White Night spoke, walked over and picked up the wand on the ground, and walked back to Lucius's side.

"Mr. Malfoy, hey, can you hear me? Wake up. White Night said to Lucius.

This Lucius Malfoy was clearly still half-asleep, and he muttered a syllable indistinctly.

"Hmm-" Bai Ye groaned for a moment and slapped him in the face.

Crisp and loud, the pain coming from his face made Lucius wake up immediately, both physically and psychologically.

He is a pure-blood wizard, a nobleman in the wizarding world, and a member of a long-established wizard family, and he actually gave people a slap in the face.

"You're awake, Mr. Malfoy." Bai Ye said, "I'm really sorry, but I apologize for the reckless behavior of my bodyguard, which has collided with you and your son, for which I express my sincerest apologies." ”

"If you really want to apologize, return the wand to the other party first, what's the matter with poking the other party's wand around the other party, is it a threat?"

Boginbock said secretly in his heart.

"I wonder if Mr. Malfoy will accept my apology?" Bai Ye asked with a smile.

"What do you say?"

Lucius Malfoy squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

"Oh, it looks like it's not acceptable." Bai Ye "suddenly", "In this case, let's solve this problem in a man's way." ”

"You see, if you feel insulted, you can only wash it with blood!"

"Rest assured, I won't favor my bodyguard."

"So, let's duel! Malfoy! ”

"Nero! Look, you've made a gentleman like this? As your boss, I command that you must accept this showdown between men. ”

Nero nodded, and the Enma Knife was unsheathed, "When will it start?" ”

"Mr. Malfoy, do you think you are satisfied with this solution?" Bai Ye smiled and said, "Even if you beat my bodyguard to death during the duel, I won't trouble you." Fair dueling, life and death. ”

"......" Lucius Malfoy did not speak.

The heart is about already in the "day dog".

Why did it suddenly turn into a life-and-death duel?

You're all mentally ill!

Also, give me back your wand!

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to give you my wand back." White Night seemed to understand what Malfoy meant, and slipped his wand back into Lucius Malfoy's hand, "Or, I think Nero's weapon is too cheap, a machete, and a small stick, which is not good." ”

"Or else? There are also children present, so the scene should not be too bloody. ”

"You don't use a wand, Nero puts away the knife, let's have a fist-to-flesh, a battle between men."

Lucius Malfoy didn't react, and the wand in his hand was taken away by White Night again, and then thrown to Little Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy took his wand and looked at his father, whose face was swollen, with a pleading expression, wondering what to do.

He didn't know that his father was desperate too.

What could he do?

If he could, Lucius Malfoy wanted to blast the white-haired boy and his master with unforgivable spells like Diamond Heart, Broken Bones, and Aldasso's life.

However, he didn't even have a wand in his hand now.

It's not that wizards are wasted without wands, but their magic can still riot under certain circumstances, such as agitation.

It has some impact on the outside world.

But for the most part, it's unintentional and uncontrollable.

If a wizard doesn't have a wand, he can consciously manipulate his magic to do something.

Then this wizard must be a super genius.

Voldemort, for example, consciously used his magic to do something in his early years in the orphanage.

Lucius Malfoy's strength is definitely not weak.

But what damage would he do to White Night or Nero without a wand and just rely on "a magical rampage"?

Sorry, Lucius Malfoy himself knows that.

I guess it's not as "surging" as his magic is "surging" to a certain extent.

The white-haired young man on the other side was able to slash him in the head.

Why would there be a wizard who carries a knife like a barbarian?

Not a wizard at all!

In this regard, Gandalf would probably say that it is normal for wizards to carry sword weapons.

"Forget it, I forgive you."

Lucius Malfoy struggled to speak, and was traumatized, both physically and mentally—more psychologically than physically.

Unless Lucius is desperate to make trouble, it will be difficult for him to get back on the field right now.

But if he's going to do something—don't forget, the Ministry of Magic has been very strict lately, and he doesn't want to be targeted by the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy was one of Voldemort's embrace, the Death Eaters.

"Oh, Nero, see? This gentleman graciously forgives you. White Night said to Nero.

"Well, I accept your forgiveness." Nero said.

In that case, it would be more appropriate to say that I accept your apology.

"Let's go." Lucius struggled and landed again.

Boginbock only "held" him, but did not restrict his freedom.

Looking at the background of Malfoy's father and son leaving in a hurry, Boginbock looked at the white night and stopped.

He originally wanted to say that the other party was also a big man in the wizarding world, and it was not good to offend him.

But recalling that Mr. White could call Voldemort by his first name just now, and added a very strange "no nose" prefix in front of him.

The Malfoy family, in the other party's heart, is probably no different from an ant.

Probably the Ministry of Magic will make this businessman from another world a little jealous?

"Alright, the trouble is out of the way, let's move on to the Ministry of Magic." White Night said to Boginbock.

"Huh."

Boginbock's smile was a little ugly.

A few hours later.

In a café-like shop, in a small separate room, Bai Ye sat face to face with a middle-aged man.

Nero stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

The middle-aged man's name was Cornelius Fudge, and he was currently the Minister for Magic.

Despite the fact that the Ministry of Magic has a great position in their respective countries, they are responsible for almost all the affairs of their respective magical worlds.

But the current minister, in fact, is not a capable strongman.

He took the ministerial position only after a rival lost his chance and Dumbledore refused to take the position.

If he was a very strong and capable minister, Bai Ye probably wouldn't be able to meet him so easily.

"Mr. Minister, someone must have introduced my identity, right?" Bai Ye was the first to speak.

"Yes, Mr. Bai." Fudge was slightly absent-minded.

Boginbock will not explain the detailed identity of Bai Ye, but only said that Bai Ye is from an ancient family in the mysterious East, powerful and wealthy.

In short, how awesome and how to blow.

This made Fudge's heart flutter a little.

The Minister of Magic, sure enough, is a good position, and everyone is going to slap him up.

"My intention is actually very simple, I want to open a store at Hogwarts, and I want to ask Mr. Minister for a lot of help." Bai Ye directly explained the intention.

"Oh, oh." Fudge replied twice, "It's not a simple matter, although I'm the minister, but there...... I'll put it bluntly, it's Dumbledore's territory. ”

"Dumbledore always gives face to the Ministry of Magic, doesn't he? And he's always busy. "It's a deal. ”

"Deal?" Fudge was stunned for a moment.

"1,000 gold Galleons." White Night directly opened the price.

"Well...... Fudge began to wait for the price to sell, slightly reserved.

As Minister of Magic, he receives a salary of 400 gold Galleons per month, but there are also some hidden incomes.

For example, today's meeting, there are many wizards from pure-blood families who will ask for him.

1000 gold gallons is good, but—

"10,000 gold Galleons."

Bai Ye's next sentence made Fudge's reserve disappear immediately.