Matthew Wakefield only felt the cool night breeze blowing in his hair, and at the same time letting his robes flutter behind him......

The feeling of sitting on a broomstick is actually quite average, at least Matthew doesn't feel as comfortable as riding on a hippogriff.

Looking down, the square streets of London are getting farther and farther away from them...... It quickly shrunk into a glittering black board.

Mr. Shafiq had been directing them forward, sometimes rising and descending...... The cold wind blew from time to time, and the cold air of London at night even pierced Matthew's eyes, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Matthew didn't know how far they had flew, only by his watch, knowing that they had been in the sky for almost an hour......

Judging by the darkness of the ground, they must have left the city of London.

"It should be right here!" Mr. Shafiq ordered again: "Let's land." ”

The two brooms began to swoop down...... Matthew hurriedly grabbed the broom handle tightly.

They flew lower and lower, and lower, until at last Matthew could see the headlights and streetlights, and the big chimneys on the side of the road.

Finally, in the middle of a small square, on a messy and barren meadow, they stepped off their broomsticks.

Matthew looked around and was sure that they had come to a Muggle town far away from London.

......

"It's only 12:10 and we're five minutes early. Mr. Shafiq looked at his watch and said.

He sat on the grass with his ass on his shoulder, gasping for breath, and the middle-aged man was a little tired from flying for such a long time.

Matthew sat down as well.

Mr. Shafiq was looking up at the sky, while Matthew was not, looking around curiously.

They didn't have to wait long, and several dark shadows soon appeared from the sky.

Four dead aliens wrapped around their bodies, riding four broomsticks......

And between the four broomsticks, a box was chained and hung in mid-air.

The box wasn't huge, and at least two people would be able to lift its head up.

Four broomsticks slowly descended from the sky, and the mysterious-looking box also fell heavily to the ground.

"Who...... Be...... Shafiq?" one of the four foreign wizards stammered in heavily accented English.

"I am!" Mr. Shafiq quickly stood up.

"So...... I'll leave it to you!" said the English-speaking foreign wizard quickly, gesturing to the box.

At the same time, he took out a short wand and waved it gently.

The chains tied to the four broomsticks all fell off at once.

"We're gone......" continued the English-speaking foreign wizard.

However, he turned around and reminded: "Stay safe!"

With that, the four foreign wizards mounted their broomsticks and rose into the air as fast as they could.

The movement is so fast, it's as if you're running away from something.

And Mr. Shafiq was already busy with his work, and he tied four chains, in pairs of two, to the two broomsticks on their side.

After confirming that it was securely tied, he glanced at his two companions: "Let's go back!"

"Wait. Matthew suggested.

His gaze looked at the box bound by the chain with some curiosity...... Inside this mysterious box, it was as if something was trapped, and it was shaking from time to time.

Matthew's opinion was quickly supported by another companion, the timid and taciturn clerk, who said with some weakness, "Yes, wait a minute, let's rest a little longer!"

"Alright then!" Mr. Shafiq nodded.

They sat patiently on the grass for a minute or two.

"Actually, I don't quite understand......" Suddenly, Matthew gave another clerk a strange look.

"What don't you understand?" the clerk was a little confused.

Matthew said honestly, "I'm waiting for the Aurors, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the Aurors?" said the other clerk and Mr. Shafiq, both in surprise.

They didn't seem to understand what was going on.

......

At this moment, only a series of "poof", "poof" and "poof" sounds were heard, and almost more than a dozen wizards descended from the sky and surrounded them.

The wizards all pulled out their wands, each pointing at the trio who were surrounded by them.

Matthew Wakefield didn't hesitate to fall to the ground, his hands covering his head.

"Stupefy!" a dozen voices shouted almost simultaneously—

Then came a series of dazzling flashes, and Matthew felt his hair swaying and undulating like a strong wind blowing through the clearing.

He lifted his head slightly, and saw streaks of burning red light shoot out of the wizard's wand, staggering over their heads, crashing into the lawn, and being bounced into the darkness—

The scene was spectacular.

Mr. Shafiq, who was caught off guard, and his clerk must have been knocked unconscious on the grass.

"Get them all back!" I heard a sharp voice yelling, "And the guys on the broomsticks from before, don't let them run away......"

“...... By the way, there's the box, take it back, but don't touch it!"

Matthew only felt himself being picked up by a strong man.

Suddenly it was pitch black.

He felt a strong squeeze from all directions, and his chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops, and he couldn't breathe at all......

It was the same way he felt when he picked up the letter from Hogwarts.

......

In a small, dark cell, six wizards who had been stripped of their wands were imprisoned.

"Mr. Scrimgeur......" said Mr. Shafiq, crying in embarrassment, "please, help me speak...... It's just my first time doing this, and I don't know what's in there...... I also have a daughter who is just old enough to go to Hogwarts this year......"

"If you have anything to say, wait until the Wizengamot!" said the Auror who was begged by him.

......

And not far from the small cell, a warm little bedroom.

When Matthew Wakefield opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed.

"The first time I am transfiguring, it may be a little uncomfortable. A gentle voice sounded from the side of the bed.

"Minister......" Matthew said softly.

There was no doubt that the new middle-aged woman waiting for him at the bedside was none other than the Minister of Magic, Lady Millicent Barnod.

"Mr. Wakefield, you are truly brave!" said Minister Barnaud heartily.