Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Chapter 712 Special Situations (first half)

After hearing the cry of the little owl, the expressions of the two wizard guards froze instantly.

As the last smiling owl in the world today, Vika is too recognizable both in terms of call and appearance, plus the appearance it just drilled from Irina’s chest, almost giving them such a look Suddenly thought it was the eldest lady who came to secretly visit.

The two looked at each other, and the older wizard reached out and took the paper in Irina's hand.

"You just said, are you here for help?"

"Yes, sir, my daughter received a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts-broken."

Ivanovich recovered, and stood in front of his daughter, blocking the somewhat rude look of the two strange wizards in front of him with his burly body, straightening his waist and saying in an extremely proud tone.

"Oh my god……"

The older wizard looked at the note in his hand, and then at the little owl who had got his head out of Irina's neckline, and nodded solemnly towards the young wizard next to him.

"Yes, this is--this is definitely--"

The elder wizard hadn't finished speaking, and he glanced alertly at the crowd around him, his face cleared.

He quickly put away the "truncheon" in his hand and pointed to the edge of the closed potato store door not far away, trying to suppress the excitement on his face, and said quickly.

"This is not a place to talk, let's go there first."

Accompanied by two patrol officers, Ivanovic's father and daughter's next journey was naturally unimpeded. Following the two wizard guards, the two effortlessly entered a potato store that was not yet open for business.

This is a shop that looks no different from a normal store.

Near the door, there are three cash desks. Several old people about 50 to 60 years old are sitting and arguing fiercely. Behind them are four or five movable blackboards filled with white chalk.

And farther away, there are piles of potatoes, and each potato is at least as big as the fist of an adult Russian strongman-Ivanovich swears with his wand, these are absolutely They are potatoes from other places. He has never seen potatoes of this quality in St. Petersburg.

As several people entered the door, the fierce discussion suddenly stopped.

At the next moment, the old people quickly turned over the blackboard next to them with agility that did not meet their age, showing another side-[Today's potato price___/___KG]

"Gentlemen, don't be nervous, it's us."

The young wizard carefully closed the door of the shop behind him, blocking the eyes of the people waiting in line outside the door of the shop, and smiled and shook his head to explain.

"Is there anything? Mr. Walter."

An old man stood up and patted the chalk ash on his body, looked at the father and daughter of Ivanovic, who were behind the large and small ones behind Walter, and frowned, as if they were not polite.

"Also, who are they? It's 28 minutes away from the official opening. If I remember correctly, we haven't agreed before. Every day before opening, we will leave it to the old men to discuss some simple things. Question, will no one bother us?"

"As you can see, a special guest came to ask for help. According to the regulations in our manual, we must respond according to the guidelines-in other words, we need to temporarily borrow here, just like the previous few times ."

The wizard named Walter spread his hands helplessly, pointing to Irina holding the little owl behind her.

The old man raised his hand, smiled broadly, and asked with a clear tone.

"So say... this time we need to avoid for a few minutes?"

"Sorry, today's situation is a little special."

Walter shook his head and UU read www.uukanshu.com to exchange a glance with the older wizard who was checking the surrounding windows and vents.

"Next, we need to clear the field. From now until the end of our affairs, this area will be in the highest state of martial law. In fact, even I can't give you an accurate answer- "

The highest state of martial law? Is the level of confidentiality so high?

The old man glanced thoughtfully at Irina, and Ivanovic, who looked silly, shrugged recklessly, greeted the rest of the old guys who stood around, and stood extremely skillfully towards the side of the shop Walked towards the small house.

As an old guy who retired from the former Soviet Union Institute, one of the things he learned in most of the past years is that he must learn to restrain his curiosity in fields not related to research and science.

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(End of this chapter)