Chapter 516 Another visitor comes to the Wayne family
Sunday morning,
Half past five.
A particularly strange figure appeared on Oxford Street.
He stood by the street lamp outside Building 139, his lips grinning almost to his ears under his cloak.
The deposit is 300 Galleons, and there will be 700 Galleons left upon completion.
It is not often that such a generous employer is found.
What happened to Wayne?
I took a long time to take some photos, and before I left, one of them cast the Forgetting Charm.
Who knows what he did.
He drew his wand across the lawn and pointed it gently at the complex door handle.
No difficulty at all.
The largest Muggle weapons dealer in Europe?
But that’s it!
As if he were back at home, he took off the firearms hanging on the wall and played with them.
Hei Bu Liu Qiu is so hard that it's faster to throw it out than to pull that damn trigger.
"Does it look good?"
"It's too ugly and has no sense of beauty."
The right hand that hung the gun back on the wall suddenly stopped.
Eric Wayne, the former captain of the Muggle Special Forces, is as big as a troll.
He drew the staff very quickly, but the opponent was not slow either.
He suddenly suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head, and the next second he collapsed to the ground.
Sam's eyes widened and he blinked several times in succession.
He held the magic wand backwards and knocked it out hard?
Haven't even seen him yet.
"Hetui--he cooks like an outsider."
After spitting, the person was tied up with a white curtain.
After Evelin got up and washed herself, she walked into the kitchen on the first floor to prepare breakfast as usual.
Open the toast I bought yesterday, spread butter on each slice and put it in the microwave.
Cut some lettuce and ham, put them on three ordinary dinner plates, and finally arrange the plates a little.
Once the two minutes are up, open the microwave, take out the toast, and put it all on a plate.
When she went out, she shouted upstairs:
"Mr. Chavez, it's breakfast time!"
Sitting at the dining table, she vaguely felt something was wrong.
Turn around, everything is fine.
Look up, nothing unusual.
Look down, why is there a mummy lying on the ground?
"Uh-huh——"
Oh, he's not dead, he's still staring.
"Ah ha -" Sam yawned and came down, "Auntie, that person downstairs didn't scare you, did he?"
"No."
He looked over drowsily, his eyes immediately widening even more than before.
Evelin actually squatted in front of the "mummy", put her hands on her face and looked at it with a smile.
"Auntie, don't you feel scared?"
"No, it's not the first time this kind of thing has happened to our family."
"Gu Liu——" Sam's eyelids twitched wildly, "May I ask, what happened to those wizards before?"
"One was treated by my son and became docile." Evelin suddenly turned her head and looked at him,
"The other one... looks about the same."
"Hmm--" Mr. Mummy seemed to have something to say.
Sam directly threw the collected wand over.
It just hit my forehead and I almost fainted again.
"Adults talk, children don't interrupt."
"Hmm..." Mr. Mummy nodded vigorously.
Evelin stood up and sat back on the chair, her eyes becoming slightly sympathetic.
Her son could defeat the Auror Captain of the Magic Congress, and this Auror could easily defeat the one in front of him.
"Mr. Mummy, why don't we talk about the purpose of your coming to our house?"
Sam flicked his wand and asked him to sit on the chair opposite, and then untied his mouth.
Mr. Mummy, who had a swollen forehead, could finally see clearly what the person who knocked him unconscious looked like.
A young man with blond hair and blue eyes. I haven't heard of any other wizards named Wayne.
"Who are you?"
Sam resisted the urge to smash it again,
"We ask and you answer, do you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah."
With such a coward, he is even more amateurish than an amateur.
"name."
"The Night Stalker."
Sam, who had blue veins on his forehead, glared at him fiercely.
"Re-real name?"
"You don't have to say it."
When the other party shut up, he slapped his wand on the dining table.
"Do you still have a choice now?"
"Shay! Shay Patel!"
Evelin, who felt a little boring, picked up a piece of golden toast,
"Mr. Chavez, your efficiency is too slow."
The corner of Sam's mouth twitched, "Auntie, this is the process of our Aurors."
"It's not as effective as my husband's method." She reluctantly put down the toast in her hand, stood up and took out a double-barreled Remington 1889 shotgun.
Fold the barrel, insert two rounds of ammunition, and pull the bolt with a click.
She pointed at Patel's head, and the clothes on his back were instantly wet with cold sweat.
"Mr. Mummy, can we have a chat?"
"It can! It must be possible!"
Sam, who was speechless and choked with sobs, was completely convinced.
Yes, wizards do look down on Muggles.
But that's when you have a magic wand.
No matter how fast you recite a mantra and swing the stick, can you pull the trigger as fast as you want?
"Mr. Mummy, may I ask why you came to our house?"
"Someone gave me a sum of gold galleons and asked me to come here and tease you a little bit."
Evelin shook the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead slightly,
"You are so lucky, Mr. Mummy.
If my husband had not gone on a business trip to the Middle East, you would have been buried in the backyard by now."
"I-I-" Patel was shaking all over,
"I don't want to--don't want to die yet."
"That's why I said you're lucky." Evelin put the shotgun on the table and shook her sore wrist.
Sam was frightened when he saw this scene.
From her performance, it was obvious that she had never used a gun.
In other words, Patel, who is even more amateur than an amateur, believes that he would not have been fooled.
Evelin rubbed her wrist and raised the shotgun again,
"Mr. Mummy, who asked you to play tricks on us?"
The muzzle of the double-barreled gun was trembling faintly.
After all, the weight is close to 4 kilograms. The most she can usually do is lift a pan, which weighs less than 1 kilogram.
Even so, with his forehead pressed against the muzzle of the gun, Patel looked even more frightened.
If there was an accidental fire, it would be an unjust death.
"I - I don't know, I received the commission in Knockturn Alley."
"What is Knockturn Alley?"
"Next to Diagon Alley, there are all wizards like me living there."
"What is the Night Stalker?"
"This is my code name. In our industry, we usually don't reveal our real names."
The muzzle of the double-barreled gun swung back and forth between forehead and nose.
Evelin, whose wrist was sore, put the shotgun on the table again,
"In other words, you actually don't know anything?"
Patel tensed up again,
"Ms. Wei-Mrs. Wayne, I-I'm just a little guy who collects money to do things. There's someone else who really wants to harm you!"
Sam wanted to slap himself now.
This method works really well, even more experienced Aurors don't.
He laughed at Patel as a layman among laymen, but he didn't know that the real layman was an ordinary housewife.
"Mr. Chavez, do you have anything else to ask?"
Vincent's harmless smile turned out to be inherited from her.
"N-no."
Evelin folded the barrel of the gun and took out the ammunition, "Then, let's have breakfast."
As soon as Patel relaxed, he met her smiling face.