It was already afternoon when I returned to England, and there were only two bodyguards wearing sunglasses at home.
Judging from the faintly purple eyes, they must have had a fulfilling life in the past ten days.
"Master, madam, young master -" the voice was slightly trembling, probably because he missed her too much.
Eric tapped the two of them on the shoulders, "Nothing happened, right?"
"No!"
He nodded and walked into the house with Evelin.
Vincent glanced at the street outside and pulled them to the small courtyard behind.
"When did the news about Blake's escape come out?"
"We arrived before dawn this morning."
The TV news is at around 9 o'clock, and it is urgent news, so it is most likely to be decided on the spur of the moment.
Fudge still had a bottom line and knew that the matter could not be completely concealed.
As for how long he has to cover himself in total, that depends on his moral integrity.
"Sam is in the store?"
"Yes, he passed there early in the morning."
Vincent was very suspicious of this.
He entered the house and said hello to his parents, and then apparated three times to Charing Cross Street in Westminster.
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, Sirius' wanted poster was clearly posted on the wall.
Unlike the photos on daytime TV, the sign held by both hands did not read Birmingham Prison, but the original Azkaban Prison.
Nothing can be seen in the static, but the dynamic is screaming like crazy.
It's a bit scary, and children will definitely not be able to stand it.
"Mr. Wayne? Welcome." The boss Tom came to his side with a dirty towel on his right shoulder.
Vincent glanced at the wooden cup upside down on the bar and said, "Hello, Mr. Tom.
Please tell me, when were these wanted notices posted?”
"This morning." Old Tom looked a little angry.
"The group of Aurors came so suddenly. They finished posting and walked into Diagon Alley without saying a word. It was as if Black had just returned from swimming in Azkaban."
The newspaper and the wanted order were published at the same time, and the deadline for the secret search should have been yesterday.
"Swim back? The dementors will catch him right away."
"Um - if you say that, it's really possible that he's back."
Not to mention staying for 12 years, even if you stay for half a year, you will lose a few pounds.
Unless Sirius was crazy, he must have a rigorous escape plan and disappear under the eyes of the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors.
After saying a few words to Old Tom, Vincent finished knocking bricks and walked into Diagon Alley.
There are many wanted posters posted in the arched passages, as well as on the walls between the shops.
After all, he was the first dark wizard to escape from Azkaban, so it would be strange not to receive such treatment.
Walking into the Gwent head office under Wayne Enterprises, his blood pressure began to rise.
Even if he doesn't greet the customers, he actually hides in the corner and dozes off.
Can you not see if you cover your head with a newspaper?
There is only one wizard in the world of magic who can be so lazy.
Vincent went up and slapped the other person in the face, then punched the other person in the stomach when he cursed loudly.
The whole process went smoothly without any hesitation.
The adults and children who were drawing cards were shocked.
The new store manager's temper is not very good. It turned out that he was beaten by the boss.
"Who is it!" Sam pushed the newspaper away angrily, and stood up with a sneer in the next second as if his face changed.
"Wayne? Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back? I thought some bastard dared to come over and cause trouble."
More than half a year has passed, and now it is getting worse and worse.
"Pay attention to your image, you are the face of my store now."
Sam stood up a little straighter, "I know~
But the other side has gone bankrupt, and no one dares to compete with you."
The sign of the Black Swan Wizard Card House has long been taken down, and even if he is found not guilty in the end, it will be difficult for him to continue to survive.
But how could an Auror who received the Medal of Honor from the Magic Congress have such a gangster attitude?
"No one knows me anyway."
Vincent did not give up and taught him a lesson in front of his customers.
On the surface, he looks like he has repented of his past mistakes, but as for his true thoughts on the inside...
No need to guess, I am definitely still being lazy and showing off.
Not only can you experience the exciting process of drawing cards, but you can also enjoy the joy brought by the boss and store manager. All customers in the store feel that this trip is worth it.
After talking for half an hour, I felt a little thirsty.
After drinking a large glass of water, the more Vincent looked at Sam, the more speechless he felt.
"Take a good look at the store. I will inspect it from time to time."
"Boss, please go slowly~" I only had to beat gongs and drums to say goodbye.
My blood pressure is a bit high. Let's go to the other side to lower it.
The huge floor-to-ceiling glass display window is gone, and the luxurious decoration inside has also been dismantled.
It seems that the old man has given up hope and plans to stop the loss in time.
When he thought that Fudge would continue to seize the confiscated wizard cards for various reasons, he felt that the Minister of Magic still had merits.
Although the disadvantages are much more.
"Wayne!" This gnashing voice sounded particularly familiar.
Vincent poked his head out of the window and found old Malfoy and young Malfoy.
"What are you doing here!" Draco looked like he was about to hit someone.
"Come in and take a look." Vincent kicked the half-broken chair at his feet.
His casual look made Lucius frown.
"Get out of here!" Draco said in a slightly broken voice, "This is no place for you to come in!"
Maybe it was because my father was present that I even spoke a lot more forcefully.
"Ahem -" Vincent mouthed to the wizards who were gathered outside, "You haven't sold this place yet?"
His tone seemed extremely exaggerated,
"Hurry up, it won't be easy to take action the day after tomorrow."
Lucius's expression turned extremely ugly.
Draco's face turned red and his lips were trembling slightly.
Calm down and take a deep breath.
"Ho--" Lucius sneered and glanced at those who came to watch the fun.
"What are you doing!" A pair of slender hands pushed away the crowd, revealing a young heart-shaped face.
Her hair is pink and she wears a very unwizard burgundy jacket.
"Who is making trouble in broad daylight?"
The female Auror's brows were slightly downward, seeming a little disgusted and impatient.
Vincent winked decisively at Lucius and Draco.
There is no window or notice, so it's not illegal to go in and take a look.
"Is it you?" The female Auror obviously knew the Malfoy father and son, and her eyes almost narrowed to a slit.
"Let's go." Lucius held Draco's hand with disdain and walked towards the passage that the crowd made way for.
"Huh huh..." Her voice was not quiet, it must have been intentional.
"There's nothing left to do, why don't you leave now!"
The wizards who were watching walked away one by one.
Vincent got out of the display window and accidentally saw Sam on the opposite side retreating into the store in a panic.
There is no harm without comparison.
"Are you okay?" The disgust and impatience on the female Auror's face were replaced by concern.
"Malfoy and the others are like this. They always look down on other wizards because of their pure-blood status."
"Thank you." Vincent spread his hands to indicate that he was fine, "I already had a deep understanding of it when I was in school."
She nodded in surprise, "As long as you're fine.
By the way, I am Tonks, and I will be responsible for maintaining law and order in Diagon Alley South Street from today on."
Tonks is not the surname of a pure-blood wizard, so no wonder he hates the Malfoys.