"Is Mr. Feng here?"
A male voice with a translator's accent sounded at the door after knocking on the door.
Zhuo Qun heard this voice and glanced at Uncle Feng, "Who is this, your friend?"
Uncle Feng said with a displeased look on his face: "The wild dogs that are asking for taste come here to see if there is anything to eat."
Zhuo Qun didn't know how to answer these words. Was he calling the person outside the door a wild dog again, or was he saying that he was interesting here? Zhuo Qun really didn't want to think about it anymore.
"Mr. Feng, you have to know that we are here just for routine inquiries. After all, we also need to pay attention to your abilities."
After waiting for a while, the man outside the door spoke again.
Uncle Feng looked at Zhuo Qun, and Zhuo Qun nodded. He just wanted to get in touch with these people, so it would be good to meet them now.
When Uncle Feng saw Zhuo Qun nodding, he walked over, opened the door, and then walked back.
Behind him were an old man and three or five young men, all wearing crisp suits, but they all had something like a dagger holster on their wrists, with a small wooden stick inside.
"Aracle, what do you mean by this? I came to this island with a report. I have given you face. What do you mean by coming here again this time? Do you want to have sex with me? "
Uncle Feng looked calm in front of Zhuo Qun, but he was a little irritable in front of this Aracle.
"Oh my God, Officer Feng, my old friend, why are you so impatient? This is not good. You have to know that you are a law enforcer and I am also a law enforcer. There was nothing different between us before, so we have to cooperate with each other. You understand, don’t you?”
When this Arakel spoke, he spoke with a translator's accent, which made Zhuo Qun a little embarrassed, but he still asked who this person was?
"Who are you?"
Hearing Zhuo Qun's question, the old man Alakel glanced at Uncle Feng, meaning that he wanted to know Zhuo Qun's identity.
"Hmph! Why are you pretending? Haven't you touched this guy's background? This is my senior!"
Uncle Feng knew that these people came here to investigate Zhuoqun. After all, he had already completed the reporting.
When the old man heard that Zhuo Qun was Uncle Feng's senior, he took off his hat, bent down and saluted Zhuo Qun.
"Hello, sir, I am Aracle Bulstrode. I am the person in charge of magic in Xiangjiang on the 10th. I clean up the mess for everyone. I don't know why you are here."
Zhuo Qun was a little concerned about this person's surname, as if he had heard it somewhere, and the Red Queen had already started searching in her database based on her existing information.
"Bulstrode is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families in the Harry Potter series. It should be the family of Harry Potter's grandmother. There is a sentence in their family information, Dorea Married to Charles Potter; they have an unknown son. This unknown son is probably Harry Potter's father, James Potter, so they are related by blood. , let’s talk about it again, the reason why James Potter and Sirius O’Lion Black have a good relationship is probably because of their blood relationship. After all, James Potter’s mother (suspected) Doria’s father is Signus Black is a direct descendant of the Black family, so they are truly relatives."
The last sentence about real relatives, Zhuo Qun, almost stopped laughing. There were really too many real relatives of Sirius Black. He was so twisted that he didn’t know how many people he would be related to. In the end, he was killed. That Bellatrix Black, he still calls her sister, and she is closer than James Potter.
In short, the relationship between these families is more chaotic than the royal family of Europe.
However, Zhuo Qun still took a sniff and said, "Bulstrode, is he the one from the twenty-eight pure-blood families, right?"
Zhuo Qun asked this question because he wanted to know whether these wizards were the people in the Harry Potter world. If so, then this world would be much more interesting.
"Yes, it's the Bulstrode family among the twenty-eight pure-blood families."
The old man, Aracle Bulstrode, looked at Zhuo Qun and smiled. He was still very proud of his family.
"It's really impressive that your Ministry of Magic's hands and feet can reach Hong Kong. Is it the arrangement of the current Minister Cornelius Fudge, the arrangement of the former Minister Ms. Millicent Barnold, or the earlier arrangement of Harold? ·Where are those people in Minkan?"
Then Zhuo Qun said some more names, and those people were all ministers of the Ministry of Magic in the past. Zhuo Qun didn't want people to think that he didn't know anything, but after saying this, Alakel was stunned.
Then he shook his head and said, "I came on the 10th and have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic."
After saying this, Alakel smiled and compared to Zhuo Qun the KBE medal with a ribbon on his neck, his crisp suit, and the buttons on the cuffs, "I I don’t think those guys have this, and they don’t have such serious clothes, right?”
Zhuo Qun really didn't know how to refute what he said. The attires in the British wizarding world are completely unconventional. One look at them will leave a lasting impression on people, even if they are dressed like normal people. , the clothes are also invisible, as if those people are still living in the era of thousands of years of unwashing.
"Are you from No. 10? Is No. 10 so powerful? Doesn't the owner of No. 10 still need people from the Ministry of Magic to protect them? Do you still need people from the Ministry of Magic to come forward when there are so many of you?"
Zhuo Qun looked at the people who entered his room and asked. There were already a lot of people, and Zhuo Qun knew through the Red Queen's perception that there were more than a dozen people outside. Those people were not all young people. There were quite a few middle-aged people inside, and they looked very tough, which made Zhuo Qun a little concerned.
You must know that these people cannot be the full strength of No. 10 in Xiangjiang. At least some of them must protect the important personnel in Xiangjiang and their headquarters, otherwise what will happen if something goes wrong.
So Zhuo Qun felt that there were too many people.
"There are a lot of things we need to face, and if we don't give the rats in the ditch a channel to communicate, who knows what unbearable things those people will do in the rat holes. Those people are so ignorant. , actually think that the magical world is everything and refuse to understand the changes in the world. Sooner or later they will be eliminated, but we don’t want them to do anything irrational when they are eliminated, so we give them a little bit of rights. , besides, the owner of No. 10 is not that one, he is just the temporary owner."
After hearing what this person said, Zhuo Qun knew his attitude towards the Ministry of Magic, but what he said was right. The Ministry of Magic is really a rat in the ditch. Who told the Ministry of Magic to be built underground?
They also built ten floors. They are not mice, but they are mice.
But what this rat said reminded Zhuo Qun of a person, Gellert Grindelwald.
When he opposed the international secrecy law, he said: That law makes us like rats in the sewer! That law requires us to hide our true selves! That law makes those under its jurisdiction cower in fear, lest our identities be exposed! Let me ask you, Mr. Chairman - let me ask you - who is this law intended to protect? It's us? Or them? I refuse to give in to it anymore.
"Gellert Grindelwald."
Zhuo Qun muttered this name.
"Do you even know him? We have nothing to do with those people, but his ideas are acceptable to us. The international confidentiality law is indeed no longer suitable for us. It is indeed a rat's law, but we are not Rat.”
After hearing Zhuo Qun's words, Araqor directly stated their philosophy, which seemed very similar to Grindelwald.
"Isn't that the basis of your existence?"
Zhuo Qun looked at the old man and said, while speaking, he poured him a cup of tea and made a gesture of inviting him.
"Thanks."
Alakel sat on the sofa, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He was surprised for a while. When he drank the sip of tea, he felt that all his negative emotions had been cleared away, which made him feel very happy. Magical feeling.
You must know that their offensive spells will cause them to accumulate negative emotions, and these negative emotions will affect their souls, filling their souls with dirt, and then they will sink into thinking about darkness, and this cup of tea directly It made his heart clear a lot, and it can be said that it made him take a few big steps back from the direction of madness.
If there was more tea, he could study more advanced black magic. This made his heart suddenly itchy, but he glanced at Uncle Feng beside him and calmed down immediately. He didn't want to think about it yet. Die.
And those young people looked at Alakel and hooked their fingers on the wand. They didn't know what to do. They came here to find Mr. Feng. The big guys didn't want Mr. Feng to be like Jiuju. The people started fighting here. If that happened, big trouble would happen, so they came here to drive them away.
But now their heads are sitting down to drink tea, and they are just standing here stupidly, not knowing what to do?
Zhuo Qun talked to Arakor for a while, and learned a lot of secrets about the world from him. For example, the twenty-eight pure-blood families had been split, and each family was divided between Gellert Grindelwald and Gellert Grindelwald. There was a split during the Zongheng period. Why do the twenty-eight pure-blood families have very few heirs in the magic world? It's because most of their people are no longer in the magic world.
As for why he wanted to separate most of his members from the magic world, this one also said it.
"The Magical World is too small. The total population of the Magical World in the world is only a few hundred thousand. And the Magical World in Britain has less than 10,000 people. It is too small, and we have too many families. Twenty-eight of them are There are hundreds of people. In that small society, we can't do anything at all. But after we enter the big society, our twenty-eight families can start to do our best, and our family population has also begun to expand. Growth, even Squibs appear less frequently.”
When Alakel said that the frequency of Squibs had decreased, Uncle Feng suddenly said: "These families were marrying close relatives before, so the family's genes will mutate, just like the hemophilia of the European royal family, but their appearance Yes, being unable to perceive magic, which is what we call aura, has nothing to do with the devil."
After saying this, Zhuo Qun was stunned for a moment, and then nodded, expressing his understanding, but in fact, Zhuo Qun had no idea why Uncle Feng said that.
Then Zhuo Qun asked Alakel, "What are you doing here with all these people? Aren't those people outside the door planning to come in?"
Alakel was a little embarrassed at this time. He was actually here to drive people away, but now he was a little greedy for the tea in Zhuo Qun's hand, so it was hard to say this.
But it's hard to say, but it must be said. If a war really breaks out on the peninsula, their responsibility will not be small.
"We are here to ask Mr. Feng to leave the Peninsula Hotel. This place cannot withstand the attack of a tornado."
After saying this, Zhuo Qun glanced at Uncle Feng, whose face was red, "Tornado?"
Uncle Feng coughed, then picked up the tea cup and said, "When I was young, I was not sensible and was always a little careless in doing things. I got into a lot of trouble. At that time, everyone gave me a nickname: Tornado."
"Yes, Mr. Feng is meticulous and clean when handling the case, but it's just when he cleans up the beginning and the end that it's a little troublesome."
Alakel looked at Uncle Feng and said with a smile: "The original intention of us people appearing here is actually to clean up this mess. After all, this kind of damage requires excuses, and we can repair it, that is to say We are here to wash the ground for people like Mr. Feng.”
