"Hello, Mr. Winter, I am Roger Smith, an Auror of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. I am here today to discuss the Grindelwald prison escape case. Please cooperate with me to answer a few questions."

The wizard who claimed to be an Auror also took out a certificate. The information on it was consistent with his own, and it was indeed marked with the logo of the United States Congress and stamped with the seal.

This was the first time Hetty had met an American wizard. Her English, which was different from the English accent, sounded a bit awkward. Her eyes fell on the long strip of documents, and she couldn't help but lament that even American wizards were still backward.

.

And a certain Dark Lord just smiled calmly and explained, "Then I think Mr. Smith should know that I am currently working for the Ministry of Magic, and I have not received any documents that require cooperation with the United States. Maybe I can't do what you want.

Please forgive me."

Although she was rejected, Smith seemed to have known that it would not go so well, and directly pointed the finger at her who was wandering in the world, "Please rest assured that my question is mainly related to the lady next to you, and will not involve your wife."

Secrets of the Ministry of Magic."

Only then did he glance at the girl next to him. Seeing that she didn't make any movement, he knew that his little girl was in a daze again, so he gently scratched her palm, and then said slowly, "My

The fiancée has nothing to do with this matter, and Mr. Smith might consider approaching the Ministry of Magic directly."

Seeing that the other party still refused, Smith simply said bluntly, "I think Mr. Winter should cooperate well. After all, this is an opportunity to clear your connection with the Grindelwald prison escape case, and according to the information I have obtained, Nurmengard

This woman was seen at the scene on the night of the attack. According to the law, I can arrest her directly, and all subsequent interrogations will be conducted in New York."

"Since there is an eyewitness, I wonder what valid testimony this witness provided that led the director of your country's Department of Legal Enforcement to conclude that a girl who was almost killed by a dark wizard was related to Grindelwald's escape from prison." His tone.

He gradually became colder, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's verbal threats.

However, Smith only used a formulaic tone and said, "In addition to the witnesses, Miss Beverly Fudge, who is visiting New York, also provided some testimony. The data shows that the two of you are colleagues and partners, and she defended you many times during the interrogation.

, but she identified this lady.”

This made Hetty's head full of questions. She resisted the urge to curse and said pitifully, "I believe that Mr. Auror, an upright and just man, will not believe a suspect's one-sided story. And I am only 16 years old. So he said that I

Is it related to a big demon like Grindelwald? Is it because she wanted to steal my fiancé that she framed me..."

The next second she suddenly pouted and turned to the man next to her, "Tom! Look at her! How can she be so bad! I obviously don't know anything, I'm wronged!"

As a result, as soon as she finished shouting her grievances, she was picked up and sat on his lap. The man didn't care about the presence of outsiders and kissed her cheek directly. Then he coaxed her gently, "Be good, honey. Don't waste your energy on the rumors. This

Leave the matter to me. If you feel bored, just go upstairs and play. Give me some time, okay?"

Although she was comforted for a while, Hetty was still unhappy. She glanced at the Auror on the other side angrily, "Huh! I don't want it! I have to stay here, otherwise this Auror might think I have a guilty conscience!"

"

He pinched her bulging cheeks, suppressed a smile and compromised, "Okay, as long as my little baby is happy, I can do anything."

After saying that, he immediately glanced at the wizard opposite, completely removing the pretense of courtesy. There was unconcealed coldness and disgust in his dark eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person. After a few seconds, he said, "Then

, Mr. Smith, please provide valid evidence, otherwise please leave here immediately."

Although Smith remained calm, he was forced to frown unconsciously by the opponent's extremely oppressive aura.

He cleared his throat before answering, "According to Beverly Fudge's testimony, she found this lady with a group of dark wizards in the woods outside Nurmengard on the night of the attack. As you said.

, Mr. Winter, if your fiancée really has nothing to do with this case, then why did she happen to be at the scene? And according to the information provided by Fudge, there seems to be an undercover agent in your country's Ministry of Magic."

The implication made Hetty even more angry. She had already greeted Miss Fudge's eight generations of ancestors in her heart, and then her crazy eyes signaled her man to quickly refute.

And a certain Dark Lord just smiled and rubbed her little head. When he looked up again, he sneered slowly, "Oh? This is different from the news I know. We had a clear division of labor that day. She shouldn't have appeared in New York."

Mongard."

Smith immediately used magic to record it. He said with a serious expression, "Mr. Winter, please cooperate with me in conducting a process deduction."

But I heard him let out a soft "tsk" and said rather impatiently, "I have the right to refuse, but there must be one in Mr. Smith's investigation report. On the night of the attack, I collaborated with the stationed Auror to repel the dark wizard.

This is enough to clear my suspicion. As for the fact that my fiancée encountered a dark wizard and almost died in the woods in search of me, I have not yet settled the matter. What, Mr. Smith, do you have any other questions?"

Just a few words made Smith intuitively feel that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with. He explained while recording, "Well, that's it, Mr. Winter, I'm sorry to offend you two with my speculation, but in order to complete the case as soon as possible, I

I just hope I can get some help.”

Hearing this, Hetty couldn't help but complained in a low voice, "How come even the American Aurors are so stupid? The person with the biggest suspicion was invited back for tea and they didn't seize the opportunity to get more information out.

Really are..."

Although she was sure that the person being complained about couldn't hear it, the man behind her heard it clearly, and he responded promptly, "Maybe it can't be considered stupid, my dear, this is just their style."

"But they doubt me, I don't care, they are just stupid!" She turned her head and stuck out her tongue at him, and snorted softly, as cute as a sulking kitten.

As a result, no one paid any attention to the Auror opposite. They were flirting and flirting as if no one was watching, and they had even started discussing what to eat for lunch and where to go on a date in the afternoon.

Smith was so miserable that not only was he unable to say anything, but he was also forced to watch the unmarried couple being disgusted, and suffered one critical blow after another. Until, he took advantage of the gap to deliberately disclose another piece of information.

"Mr. Winter, your inappropriate relationship with Fudge gives me reason to suspect that you are excusing yourself and your fiancée."

The entire living room fell silent almost instantly. Smith strangely received a death gaze from the opposite side, and in his gaze, the face of the girl who was acting coquettishly just now suddenly changed.

Unfortunately, he was not able to witness what happened next. After a dazzling light flashed, he opened his eyes again and was surprised to find that he had arrived outside the gate of the manor, and there was a line of words on the parchment in his hand: "1 o'clock in the morning, yes

The Leaky Cauldron in Corner Alley".

At this time, Hetty was losing her temper in the mansion. The specific manifestation was that she was sitting in the corner of the sofa with her hands folded across her chest, her mouth flattened and her brows furrowed, and she looked silently at the man opposite who had already explained everything.

And when a certain Dark Lord saw that she didn't move and just stared at him, he simply gave up on explaining. He snapped his fingers and ordered the house elf to bring a pot of black tea. He drank the tea like a normal person and watched.

Today's Daily Prophet.

Hetty, who was in a one-sided stalemate, became even more angry when she saw him staring at the newspaper for a long time. She stood up without saying a word and walked out of the mansion quickly, walking along the main road to the gate of the manor without looking back.

But when she actually left the manor, she looked at the road in front of her and suddenly regretted it. That is to say, why didn't she disapparate?

As a result, when she turned her head, a certain Dark Lord was actually behind her, still holding the newspaper in his hand and looking at it as if he had been forced out by her.

So she tentatively walked forward for a while and then turned around. The unlucky Dark Lord really followed her, standing four or five feet away from her, still reading the newspaper.

Then she laughed out of anger, took a few steps over, grabbed the newspaper and threw it on the ground. Then she tilted her little head and asked with a smile through gritted teeth, "Does it look good?"

Unexpectedly, this man actually stood up obediently, with a face full of innocence and pity, and replied very quickly, "Not as beautiful as my baby."

But she didn't accept this at all, and immediately took a step back, put her hands on her hips and ordered very forcefully, "I want to go to Hogsmeade, right now. I'm going to have dinner there at noon today. If you don't take me there, I will go by myself."

!”

After saying these words, she pretended to leave. Even though the man held her in his arms, he reluctantly leaned over and kissed her hair, "As you command, my little princess."

After a rather bad feeling, the two of them arrived at Hogsmeade from the gate of the manor.

This small village is still the same as before. The shops on both sides of the main road have not changed. The snow accumulated throughout the winter has melted away. At a glance, you can already see a lot of new green, and there is a vibrant atmosphere everywhere.

.

The last time she came to Hogsmeade was last year. For Hetty, the scene at that time was still vivid in her mind. She sighed subconsciously, and the depression in her heart had been dissipated a lot by the emotion of time.

It happened to be this particular Saturday, and Hogsmeade was overcrowded. From a distance, Hetty saw many students in school uniforms wandering around.

"Tom, I really want to go to school." She took the initiative to hug the arm of the man next to her, her tone full of envy.

Soon, his broad and warm palms covered the top of her head. When she raised her head, she met a pair of tender eyes, and most of the remaining anger was extinguished.

"Your wish will come true."

The gentle and steady voice was blown into her ears by the breeze, and her heart softened. She couldn't help but get into his arms and act coquettishly, "I remember, you are not allowed to speak without counting!"

But he just answered "Okay" and then asked with a chuckle, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

"Of course Honeydukes candy! I want to eat chocolate and nougat. I wonder if they have any new ones. Then we will go to Three Broomsticks at noon. There must be a lot of people in these two stores."

She raised her hand and tapped her lips, thinking about it for a while before coming to a conclusion.

However, the Dark Lord seemed to be in a good mood. He held her hand and walked while saying, "It's fun to enjoy being in a crowd once in a while. We still have a lot of time today."

So Hetty followed with a smile, but as soon as she walked into the crowd of students, she suddenly thought of what she would do if she met Malfoy. After all, her experience in Finland had taught her a lesson.

But the reality is that the more you fear, the more you get. As soon as she arrived at the door of Honeydukes, Hetty was stepping up to look at the crowd inside. Several students came out in front of her, and the one at the front happened to be Malfoy.

Although it was too late, Hetty subconsciously withdrew the hand she was holding, and then hid behind the Dark Lord with a quick step.

While she chose to escape, Malfoy stepped forward and said hello generously, "Good morning, Mr. Winter, I didn't expect to meet you and...Miss Qiao here."

"Mr. Malfoy, why haven't you met your little girlfriend? Certain Saturdays at Hogwarts are a good time for couples to date." The Dark Lord smiled politely, and while greeting, he pulled the girl behind him.

came out.

So Hetty had to bite the bullet and said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Malfoy."

Perhaps because of her dodge just now, Malfoy ignored her and didn't even look at her. "Thank you Mr. Winter for your concern, but she also has her own friends and private space. There is no need for lovers to stay together all the time. I

Will respect her."

"It seems that your relationship is very stable, but thank you for the reminder." As he said that, the Dark Lord suddenly turned to the girl next to him, "My dear, do you want to go shopping by yourself?"

In fact, she wanted to leave Hogsmeade immediately rather than just hang out. It wasn't that she didn't even want to see Malfoy now, but she was afraid of what the Dark Lord would do to him.

"Well, how about..."

But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a familiar female voice calling Malfoy.

"Draco! Have you bought the candy? Let's go look at the clothes?"

The visitor was smiling broadly, but that face was clearly what Hedy had looked like before she was disfigured, and she was very sure that this impostor's eyes suddenly lit up after he discovered her man.
Chapter completed!