The two Aurors actually argued in front of them, which Scott never expected.

The young Auror named Williamson began to openly argue with Shackle, a veteran, because of his relationship with Minister of Magic Fudge.

Although he looked a little inward-looking, he didn't give Shakel any face in words and actions.

It seems that the relationship between factions within the Ministry of Magic is no longer just "discordant".

"Two gentlemen." Professor Flitwick reminded him with displeasure, "You should not quarrel here, but should agree on this inquiry as soon as possible." ”

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick."

Shakel took a deep breath and sat down calmly.

Williamson was stunned, probably feeling a bit embarrassed arguing in front of Muggles, so he sat down stupidly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Trollope." Shackle looked at Scott again, "Please give us your wand to check." ”

Scott hesitated.

Shackel said mildly, "Don't worry, it's just a routine check-up, and Professor Flitwick is here." ”

Professor Flitwick nodded to Scott as well.

"Yes, Mr. Shackle."

Reluctantly, Scott took his wand out of his coat pocket and handed it to Shackle.

"Ebony?"

Shackle took his wand in his hand and looked at it.

"Yes, ebony with the nerves of a dragon, twelve and a quarter of an inch long." Scott said.

Williamson on the side looked at the parchment in his hand again, and nodded casually, "It's the right match with the information." ”

At this point, Shackle took out his wand and pointed the two wands against each other.

"Flashback Pre-Spell!"

During the violent fluctuations in the magic power, the spell that Scott had cast with his wand immediately appeared in the form of an illusion in Shackle's hand.

"Transfiguration, Transfiguration, Transfiguration, ......"

Williamson shrugged his shoulders.

"Obviously, it's just some basic Transfiguration Charm."

Scott was a little embarrassed to explain to Professor Flitwick, "I made some Christmas presents with Transfiguration before the holidays. ”

"Oh! Gifts, I haven't had time to open them this morning. Professor Flitwick said with some regret.

Scott also looked at the pile of well-wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room.

Professor Flitwick also glanced under the Christmas tree and smiled at Scott, "I hope you like the gift I have for you." ”

"Of course." Skoll nodded, "You're always discerning. ”

Professor Flitwick smiled.

Just then, Shackle's examination was over, and he returned his wand to Scott.

"Judging by the inspection of the wand, there is no problem." He said.

"Absolutely. I've said it a long time ago. ”

Williamson couldn't help but say.

"This kid is still underage, and if he used magic outside of school, the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic would have sent him a warning letter a long time ago."

He looked at the house with some arrogance.

"As he said, he's a Muggle-born wizard, and he can't handle the surveillance of the traces."

"Of course I know that, Williamson." "What makes me angry is your work attitude. ”

"Well, I apologize to you, Kingsley."

Williamson said insincerely.

"I just don't think we should waste time here."

He looked a little anxious.

"The rest of our colleagues may have found more important clues or contributed more to quelling the incident."

Scott could see clearly that the young Auror seemed to be in a hurry to make a meritorious service.

But out of arrogance as a pure-blood wizard, he apparently thought he wouldn't get any useful clues from a Muggle-born wizard like Scott.

"Whatever she went through, the girl apparently died in a split body, and there was not even a trace of a battle in Maidstone, the place where she died."

He began to chatter and persuade Shackle.

"If you want me to say, maybe she met an invincible opponent and had an accident while fleeing."

He looked at Scott again, his face visibly false apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind me saying that, you obviously can't beat that girl plus a house-elf combination, can you?"

Scott shook his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about the fighting abilities of house-elves. ”

"Of course you don't."

Williamson said this as a matter of course, and then turned to look at Shackle.

"You should know that, Kingsley. Sneaky things like house-elves aren't as powerful, but they can be good for sneak attacks. ”

Shakel also turned his head to look at him, but did not speak.

Williamson continued to persuade: "Now that the wand has been checked, we really shouldn't continue to waste time here. There's still a lot of work to do. ”

Shackel nodded, as if convinced by him.

"So let's do it first."

He stood up and said to Scott, "This is the end of this matter for you first, but ...... If I find a new clue about you later, I'll come back to you. ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for Scott to respond, and directly apparition disappeared.

"Kingsley!"

Williamson also stood up.

"I'm sorry, that's how he got into a rage."

He smiled apologetically at Professor Flitwick and followed the apparition away.

What a man!

Scott is very grateful to Williamson in his heart, this is really a rare good person.

But he still had an out-of-condition expression on the surface.

"Is this all right, Professor?" He asked Professor Flitwick.

"It's okay." Professor Flitwick laughed, "It's just a routine inquiry." ”

He smiled reassuringly at Michael and Emilia, who were sitting on the other side.

"Rest assured, the Ministry of Magic will investigate this matter, and Hogwarts will protect innocent students."

Afterwards, he declined Michael and Emilia's warm invitation to breakfast and left the Trolope house.

When Professor Flitwick left, Emilia, who had been smiling, suddenly turned cold.

"You two...... "Eyes moved between father and son, "is there something you are hiding from me?" ”

Scott looked at Michael.

But Michael gave him a look of self-relief and began to look down and pretend to flip through the newspaper.

"No, Mom."

Scott said obediently.

"I don't have anything to hide from you."

"Really?"

Emilia asked, staring into his eyes.

"Hmm."

Scott nodded repeatedly.

Emilia stared at him for several seconds before withdrawing her gaze.

"Okay." She relaxed and leaned back on the couch, "A wise woman doesn't delve too much into men's secrets. ”

Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

"But what's the matter with that girl? I heard it's only the first grade? Has the 11-year-old girl already started to take the servants of the family out to find trouble with her classmates? ”

Emilia said again.

"You know, I was still playing with dolls when I was 11 years old!"

"Yes, you only started touching guns when you were 12 years old." Michael muttered quietly.

Scott was tempted to say that the other party was not just looking for trouble with him, but wanted to take him out.

But he couldn't help but say nothing.

However, he could also imagine that Travers, as a child who was educated by the strange magic portraits of the Gurry and raised by the house-elves, could be normal.

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