French iris lane.

Inside a shop specializing in magic portraits.

A gray-haired old woman was sitting behind the counter, reading this morning's latest magic newspaper with her reading glasses.

The biggest and most eye-catching title on it was written clearly - [The great Dark Lord has officially entered the French magic world, and the savior to save us from the clutches of goblins has finally arrived!]

After reading only one title, the old woman was stunned for a moment. Then she took out the magic newspapers of the past few days from under the counter and placed them in date order.

I saw the titles of these newspapers:

[The illiterate minister of the Republic of China officially declares war]

[The man-eating devils will surely perish, and the wizards and goblins will coexist and perish]

[John Shafik, the Minister of Magic of the Republic of China, has led his troops to invade the Ministry of Magic of France]

And the last one [His Majesty the Great Dark Lord...]

Looking at these titles, the expression on the old woman's face began to become more and more weird.

After a long time, she put away all the newspapers, then with a cane, she trudged outside the counter, opened the store door and looked at the busy streets outside.

Lane de Iris is the core commercial street in the French magical world, its status is almost equivalent to that of Diagon Alley in France.

However, in terms of commercial strength alone, Iris Alley is much stronger than Diagon Alley.

Not only does it have niche shops that don't exist in Diagon Alley, such as the Old Lady's Magic Portrait Shop, it also has the headquarters of large chain magic shops such as the main store of the Extraordinary Clothing Store!

It can be said that as long as you have money, you can buy anything you want here.

Even 'biological slaves' such as Veela and house elves that are not allowed to be sold can still be purchased!

Because the black market forces in the darkness here are also much more powerful than Knockturn Alley in the United States!

Such a commercial street is naturally far more lively than Diagon Alley.

Even though it was early in the morning, many wizards had already appeared on the street and started to visit the morning market.

"Good morning, Mrs. Gus!"

After the old woman looked at the people on the street for a while, an old man in simple clothes came over and said hello.

"Oh - it's Lance, good morning."

Mrs. Gus said with a smile.

She knew this old man, he was the owner of the magic specimen shop next door.

After hearing this, old man Lance took off his hat and said with a smile:

"Did you see the newspaper this morning? It seems that the old retarded minister of the country has taken over the French Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, I saw it." Mrs. Gus responded, "But it's not a big deal. Our minister is still alive, and the goblins are not defeated. I believe they will come back soon and kill the illiterate sand

Fike and his gangsters drove him away!"

"There is no doubt about this!"

Old man Lance clapped his chest and said excitedly, "The old man is vulnerable. As long as they dare to appear in front of me, I will take out my magic wand and give them a vicious curse!"

So, Mrs. Gus, please rest assured!

No matter what, I will protect your safety!"

Mrs. Gus smiled and nodded, wanting to compliment the other person a few more times.

But before she could say anything, she saw a strange space portal unfolding from the center of the street.

Immediately, a large number of Aurors and strikers wearing the emblem of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China came out.

"ah--"

Old man Lance, who had previously threatened to protect Mrs. Gus, screamed when he saw this, and rolled and crawled towards his shop.

While running, he reached into his arms with trembling hands and pulled out something with difficulty.

But in the end what he took out was not the wand he had promised.

It's an old fountain pen cap.

"Buzz——"

With a look of space distortion on his face, the portkey was activated, and his figure disappeared.

Mrs. Gus was not surprised by old man Lance's escape.

That's what French men are like.

These guys only know how to behave in front of women.

But when facing truly fierce enemies, they will behave more cowardly than women!

This kind of person cannot be called a man at all!

If any woman wants to believe them, she will definitely be in trouble.

Fortunately, Gus is over seventy years old this year and has experienced too many things.

Her past experiences had already made her see through French men, so she was more prepared.

After casting a disdainful glance at Old Lance's shop, Mrs. Gus retreated behind the counter and opened the deepest drawer of the counter.

Hidden in the drawer is a thick dozen flags.

It includes not only the flags of various ministries of magic, but also those of Muggle countries.

One of them comes from Germany and has been completely banned from use.

But Mrs. Gus still kept it.

Because she had used this flag once decades ago and it saved her life.

With a chuckle, Mrs. Gus buried the flag in the bottom of the drawer, then took out the flag of the Ministry of Magic and hung it on a small flagpole that had been prepared outside her shop.

After doing all this, she returned to the shop and took out a basket of bread and jam.

Just like that, she stood at the door of the store carrying bread and jam, waving a white handkerchief, smiling and greeting the beaters on the street who had just assigned tasks and were about to execute them:

"Boys! Come on! You are out on patrol so early. You must not have had breakfast yet? Come to grandma and have something to eat!"

As soon as these words came out, a batter who was about to walk this way was stunned.

If Harry and Michelle were here, they would be surprised to find that this attacker is the young cake shop owner they met in Diagon Alley.

Mrs. Gus accurately noticed the astonishment on the young shopkeeper's face, and greeted her more enthusiastically:

"Child, come quickly!"

"Um... Grandma," the young shopkeeper said uncomfortably, "I'm not hungry, we just had breakfast..."

"Oh! Don't be polite to grandma! Grandma will not harm you!" Mrs. Gus continued, "Grandma, I also immigrated from Japan before. We are all one family!"

After saying this, Mrs. Gus directly put a piece of bread spread with jam into the hands of the young shopkeeper.

This made the young shopkeeper blush.

And Mrs. Gus asked:

"Children, what are you doing?"

"We are looking for goblins," the young shopkeeper said. "Grandma, there should be no goblins here, right? If there are, please tell us. Those goblins are demons and we must eliminate them!"

Mrs. Gus raised her head, and like a grandma who truly cared about the younger generation, she gently helped the young shop owner straighten her somewhat skewed collar, and then said:

"Grandma, don't embarrass you. You can search for my magic portraits at will. But I also ask you to be gentle when moving the items. After all, there are really no fairies in this store."

The young shopkeeper's face turned even redder when he heard this. He was about to open his mouth to assure Mrs. Gus when he heard the other party say again:

"If you want to find fairies, I suggest you go to old Lance's shop next door.

That old man is really bad. Not only does he always bully me, a lonely old lady, but he also flatters the goblins! There should be some clues in his shop!

In addition, you also need to go to the magic bank at the end of the street.

That’s the base camp of goblins!”

Hearing this, the young shopkeeper glanced in the direction of the Magic Bank almost subconsciously.

After seeing that his teammates had completely surrounded him, he breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly said to Mrs. Gus:

"Grandma, don't worry! I will be careful when searching your store!"

Mrs. Gus nodded happily and then opened the store door.

The young store owner also kept his promise. During the entire search process, he not only handled it with care, but even helped Mrs. Gus clean the store.

He was not so gentle when it came to targeting old man Lance's shop.

Out of caution, he almost smashed old man Lance's shop to pieces.

Of course, no trace of the goblin was found in either store.

However, the young shop owner was not discouraged, but rather moved.

Because throughout the entire search process, Mrs. Gus not only led the way, but also greeted him.

Even before leaving, Mrs. Gus forced the basket of bread and jam into his arms, and then stood at the door of the store, waving a white handkerchief to him as she did before.

This kind of enthusiasm reminded him of his grandma!

And young shop owners are not the only ones who have experienced this.

In fact, the hitmen responsible for searching Iris Lane received a warm reception.

This group of French people, especially French women, were as enthusiastic as if they were welcoming soldiers from heaven.

This confused the batters, but also a little flattered.
Chapter completed!