Seeing clearly the wizard who came in and the men following him, Nott's face turned pale, and Pobin started to lie on the sofa and shivered.

Hector Fly only felt his feet weak and his face turned pale. Not only was he caught by Harris and he was having a pure blood talk with those who opposed them, but he found out that Harris had come to the door before because of the information provided by the two female ghost women he had just met. They were standing outside the door at this time, holding a small bag of rumbling wallets in their hands to squeeze out a ugliness smile to the people in the Ministry of Magic.

Lun Harris, the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, walked towards this corner with great strides. The attackers in the Ministry of Magic uniforms behind him each held a firebolt and pushed away the harp-like waitress who was trying to come forward to ask, blocked the bar, and blocked the people in the bar in a fan shape.

This group of highly trained elite strikers, unlike the Aurors who are also affiliated with the Magic Law Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic but relatively independent, are directly obeying the armed forces of the Law Enforcement Division.

These strikers were originally functioning more like policemen or soldiers in the magic world or patrol Aurors than agents. They were originally trained to conduct criminal investigations of black magic and arrest or detain black wizards and witches, who were often assigned to the frontlines of fighting crime.

Before the reform and development of Aurors, this industry was still quite popular with wizards. Although it also required training and internships, it did not require the three-year training period for the old Aurors. Moreover, because of the need for combat, even interns had the most basic salary of 700 gold gallons per month. The Ministry of Magic would also equip them with a flying broom and have a bed exclusive to this department at the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital.

However, their functions have been replaced by the Aurors. Although they have not been banned due to the relationship between the Law Enforcement Department, the reorganized Aurors have absorbed elite strikers and maintained a very small scale, and they basically cannot perform tasks and are only responsible for tasks within the Ministry of Magic or patrols.

However, Lun brought his own armed forces this time, but this was a good opportunity for these wizards who were so suffocated. Everyone was cheering up and looked imposing.

As the boss, Mr. Foley, immediately stood up. He pretended not to notice the atmosphere and made himself smile and greet him: "Director Harris, what wind blows you here? I recently took over a batch of retired mascots from the England Quidditch National Team. They play well, can you listen?"

Lunn's tone was gentle and polite: "Mr. Foley? I was upset today."

"Please sit down... Theloper quickly serves the directors and the others." Fry relaxed a little because of Lun's tone. He glanced at Old Norte and Pobin on the side. Satisfied with their behavior that they did not dare to speak? Then he greeted a familiar striker behind Lun, "Ah? Mr. Pisgood? You haven't come to me for a long time to drink, look at your dressing... Is it true that you have completed the identity conversion from memory canceller to striker?"

"Let your beautiful waiter not pour us wine...I will bring my colleagues to drink after get off work another day." Arnold Pisgood enthusiastically patted Mr. Foley on the shoulder? Then he looked at the two guests who came to the bar who were silent? "We have official duties today..."

Lun pulled a chair away and sat directly across from them without saying a word.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Pobin forced a smile: "Director Harris? I wonder what is the Ministry of Magic that needs our assistance?"

Old Note was as panicked as Pobin? But Old Note kept his posture and leaned on the sofa toughly: "Director Harris, I'm old and have been in the sanitation department of St. Mungo Hospital before... I was discharged yesterday and today I just came to the bar for a drink... This may be the last few times in my life. I wonder if Director Harris brought so many people to me... Could it be to come to me?"

Lun's eyes swept over Old Norte? In his tone of daily chat, he seemed to say something very trivial: "The Magic Law Enforcement Division received a tip from Mr. Foley that he had caught two members of the Wizard family who funded the Death Eaters? He was conducting some dangerous contraband transactions in his bar."

Pobin was shocked and stared at Mr. Foley in fear? Nott held her hand and shook his head at her, baring his teeth like a hyena? "Director Harris? There are only so many people here... I didn't see anyone trading contraband."

"Director Harris... don't joke..." Mr. Foley was stunned? He smiled again and tried to beat him up, "Director Harris, everyone sitting here is good citizens who abide by the law."

Alastor Gonboyle, the striker standing behind Lun, glanced at his boss, then pulled out his notepad from his pocket, and began to record with a pen while chanting loudly and clearly: "Mr. Hector Foley believes that wizards who use trading contraband to make money to support mysterious people are good citizens who abide by laws and regulations."

"Uh... Director Harris..." Foley, who was half-sided and sitting next to Lun, suddenly turned pale. His hands were tightly clamped under the sleeve of the magic robe. "Fley's family has no connection with the mysterious people. For Sirius's sake, please don't make things difficult for me..."

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

Nott's face turned cold and he put his hand in his pocket in his tone: "I want to find a lawyer and media reporter to expose your false accusation."

"Harris, are you going to frame it?" Foley showed some of the aura of the head of the family because of her distant cousin. "What is the evidence you are? I say you are useless."

"I said I'm useful." Lunn's eyes met Foley, and then he stood up with a snap. Soon, and then he came up with a spell of all petrification, followed by a weapon to remove you.

Mr. Fley and Nott were both out of defense. Annette Pobin was scared to tears. Lun smiled and took back his wand and stopped hitting it.

At this time, Fry's arms were slammed on both sides of his body, his legs were stiff, his upper and lower gums were locked together, and he couldn't speak, only his eyes were rotating. Old Noth was old, and the action of throwing his wand out after being hit by the disarming spell caused his muscles to be strained.

Then, in Mr. Foley's eyes, Lun picked up the bottle of poisonous leopard gas he brought on the table, stuffed it directly into Foley's magic robe's pocket, and then lifted the spell.

"I wrote the report before I came..." Lunn's eyes were not blinking, and his tone was gentle. "Azkaban has returned to normal now, and it just happened to be the first batch of guests. The smuggling of contraband is enough for you to stay there for a long time."

"Mr. Foley, it seems that I will have to wait for you to come out of Azkaban before I can bring my colleagues to drink again." Arnold Pisgood still had the warm and cheerful smile.

After a brief pause.

"Sorry..." The smile on Mr. Foley's face turned distorted and bitter. He glanced at the other two people who looked like a dead face and looked at the waitress who was on the side, who did not dare to move because of the striker. "Selope..."

The mixed-seed waitress made a bird cry. On the stage in the distance, the Siren harp-shaped banses who were originally beautiful and elegant, who were playing the flute on the stage in the distance, instantly changed their faces. These monsters with the heads and bodies of beautiful women, the wings of birds and the bronze claws instantly regained their wildness in ancient times and began to flap their wings towards Old Norte and Pobin at high speed.

The monsters knocked down wine glasses and bottles. The sound of ping-pong and the witch's screams rang out in the bar.
Chapter completed!