Gringot Bank is a bank managed by the fairies and the Ministry of Magic provides security.
It is spread all over the world and is trusted by wizards.
But Connelly Forge, the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, came out worriedly.
Safety?
Safe is a big deal!
Forget it if someone slipped into the vault in broad daylight,
The suspect ran away casually.
Half an hour after the incident, I couldn't even find a hair.
Is this man a man or a woman? Why do you want to mess with him, the newly appointed Minister of Magic?
Fudge, wearing a striped black suit, wore a topper, straightened his back and walked towards the south side of Diagon Alley.
People run without even a shadow, reducing losses is the most important thing to do.
He stood in front of the newspaper headquarters that ran faster than the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and pushed open the door with a hypocritical smile.
"Everyone, noon-"
"Rita, are you getting the title?"
"Of course, editor-in-chief Gu Fei."
Fuji swallowed the words back.
A blonde woman raised her glasses covered with jewelry on her nose, and she spoke very quickly and posted a series of titles:
"Shocking Insider: The Cause of Guring Pavilion's Terrible Theft"
"The Mysterious Man Returns Again? On Why the Ministry of Magic is So Sluggish"
"The reporter risked his life to bring back the news from Guling Pavilion"
"Is Minister Connelly Forge a wolf or a sheep?"...
The person involved smiled even more when he heard this.
Fudge quickly walked to Rita who was still chattering, and "get" the first draft of the news with a very gentlemanly.
"Oh, it's so unfortunate-"
The newspaper staff all turned their attention to the editor-in-chief.
Gu Fei stood up with a flattering smile on his face, "You are here, Minister Fuji."
Fudge glanced at the first draft and slowly put it back to its original place. "It's just a little thief. Please believe me, the Ministry of Magic will never let him go."
"Must!" Gu Fei quickly picked up the first draft and tore it to pieces.
"Minister Fudge, our Prophet Daily has always followed the principle of seeking truth from facts and has never made up for it."
"I believe you."
Fudge is gone.
The back is particularly casual and calm, and there is no embarrassment when I first heard the news.
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Broken cauldron bar.
As we all know, Britain is a food desert.
The famous dish of Sandao Town is even more famous all over the world.
The sheep's internal organs that have not been removed are mixed with onions and other seasonings. After crushing and squeezing, they are stuffed into the sheep's belly to cook, so naturally every bite will be moved to tears.
Wrap fresh sardines with flour and eggs, and then pass through the sacred blessings of the oven, this fish eye facing the starry pie pie, and the shape alone makes people's hands ready to move.
Add eel and vinegar to the broth, and after full cooling, it forms a sweet and sour jelly, which is even more satisfying.
"This roasted suckling pig is quite fresh." Vincent ate so much that he dripped his mouth and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hands.
Anyone who suddenly had fresh and juicy meal after eating frozen food for eleven years would be moved to tears on the spot.
His performance gave McGonagall a deeper understanding of the economic situation of the Wayne family.
If the boss Tom hadn't treated her to the guests, the family of three would probably not dare to order these foods made with fresh ingredients.
Oh, what a poor family!
They can't afford the rent,
No fresh food available,
Even a mere 100 Gallon can't be taken out.
Wayne's life is so miserable!
Eric sobered up, he found that something was wrong with her eyes.
This feeling of sympathy and pity made him slow down his speed when eating pickled eels.
He asked casually, "Professor, don't you eat it?"
"I'm not hungry yet." McGonagh pushed the game forward, "There's still a lot of time in the afternoon, so we can eat it slowly."
Vincent wiped his little mouth with a napkin, "Professor McGonagall, we won't disturb your work, are we?"
McGonagall reached out and gently stroked his little head, "This year, the only other family that I have assigned to visit is left."
Vincent smiled, "That's great, I hope we can buy all the things on the list in the afternoon."
McGonagall smiled, "It will definitely be."
At this moment, a beam of light suddenly flashed from the fireplace in the bar.
As soon as Rita, wearing a light yellow robe appeared, Magn's face suddenly darkened.
"Who is Mr. Wayne?" Rita followed the bar's gaze and looked at the four people sitting at the bar for lunch.
McGonagall pursed her lips and didn't give her a good look, "Skit, we're having a meal."
Rita took out her notebook and pen and showed a charming smile that she thought was, "It turned out to be Professor McGonagall, what a coincidence."
She quickly wrote something on her laptop, "This must be Mr. Wayne who has successfully challenged Gamp wine?"
She looked at Eric condescendingly and recorded the word "muggle with thick limbs".
"Is this your wife?"
Eric nodded inexplicably.
"Oh, and your son," Rita's expression was as excited as a shark smelling blood. "Mr. Wayne is in good health~"
She reached out and pinched Vincent's upper arm, "Are you born like this?"
“Not exactly…”
"I know." She quickly wrote a line of words, "You will definitely become a well-known figure in the magic world."
McGonagall stood up and pursed his lips tightly, "Skit!"
Rita took a step back in disappointment, "Don't worry, I won't write it randomly."
She put away her notebook and pen, "The task given to me by the editor is just a big news that attracts attention."
"Please." McGonagall spread his hands towards the fireplace when she came.
Rita's face still kept a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation."
When she left with Floor fans, Vincent couldn't help asking: "Professor, was the reporter of the Prophet Daily just now?"
"Yes."
McGonagall, who was uneasy, wanted to speak several times, but finally said it:
"It is true that Rita Skirt is a reporter, but the article he wrote..."
She paused, letting her expression ease first, "Anyway, you better beware of this person."
Vincent understands it in seconds.
How credible can the journalists who do not even adhere to dining etiquette?
But if this report is taken out of context, can there be some alphabet news out of place?
He calmly drank black tea with some disapproval, "Professor, the protagonist is my father, and my mother and I are just background boards."
"I hope so." McGonagall seemed to have dispelled his concerns.
In fact, she had already made up her mind to pay attention to all the reports in the newspaper from tonight.
As for the most important thing now, it is to serve as a good guide for the Wayne family who has just entered the magic world.
After the meal, McGonagall took Wayne's family to the bar backyard.
The environment is not ordinary, but fortunately there is no odor when you smell it.
"From the trash can, count three pieces upwards, and then two pieces horizontally—"
The moment you tap the correct brick on the wall, the entire wall begins to shrink outward.
At the end of the arched passage covered with pebbles is Oxford Street, Diagonal Alley Wizards' Commercial Center in the British magic world.
Vincent was very satisfied with the nickname he called.
The crowds coming and going here are all wearing robes and pointed hats, and with all kinds of strange shops, it seems that they are quite suitable to call them squares.
“Welcome to Diagon Alley—”
McGonagall proudly said to the Wayne family: "Welcome to the real world of magic."
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Chapter completed!