After Tonks left, Sam, who was warmly greeting two young customers, immediately "revealed his true colors".
Take off your jacket, untie your tie, and unbutton the collar of your white shirt.
"Strangle me to death!"
Vincent was quite speechless.
If you compare goods, you will be thrown away; if you compare people with others, you will die.
It's because his requirements are too high.
"What are you doing?" Sam walked over lazily, picked up a plate of small snacks and said, "What are you doing?"
"She has just become an Auror, so she must perform well."
"Alas -" Vincent sighed helplessly,
"Do you think everyone is like you?
Tonks really loves her job as an Auror, and you just saw how uncomfortable she was."
Without the approval of his superiors, he could only stay in Diagon Alley South Street.
Sam swallowed the snack he had barely chewed in his mouth.
"That's because your Ministry of Magic is too pedantic. There are not many Aurors who have passed all the training in two years."
He glanced at the wanted poster with disdain,
"The Auror who came here to post this thing also said that he is the squad leader, and his magic level seems to be not as good as the two in your family."
No matter how bad it is, Iron Armor Curse should still be decent.
"I just chanted a disarming spell and he flew out." Sam sat down triumphantly.
"If he hadn't said to find you, there would have been no way this thing would have been attached."
Vincent twitched his lips, "I think you can pack your bags and run away overnight."
"No way." Sam shrugged nonchalantly, "I've already beaten that kid into submission."
Is this what an Auror who has received the Medal of Honor from the Magic Congress can say?
"I'm not an Auror now." He lay lazily on the chair,
"I'm just a spectator, whether he's the Director of Aurors or the Minister of Magic."
The bullshit got louder and louder, and Vincent simply pretended not to hear it.
But according to what he said, Tonks's level is actually not bad.
At least she is stronger than the Auror squad leader who flew out, which can be felt from the mana aura escaping when she changes her face.
Director Rufus Scrimgeour is said to be a hawk and would not target a fledgling Auror.
Gender discrimination is even more impossible. The magical world has always advocated strength first, and male and female wizards only differ in certain aspects.
Origin discrimination...
Vincent shook his head and stopped thinking about the reason why Tonks was treated differently.
"Sam, show me your latest performance sheet."
"ah?"
"Performance sheet, don't tell me I didn't do it."
Sam stood up with a smile, "I'll get it for you right away!"
Ten minutes later, he brought back a stack of paper with a faint fragrance.
If you smell it carefully, it turns out to be the smell of ink.
If it weren't for the decent profits, I'm afraid it would have closed down and slapped people.
8864 tickets were sold in May and 9355 tickets were sold in June.
Excluding the 100 galleons for shop rent, I can earn more than 300 a month.
Compared with the previous losses, the profits are quite considerable.
Including those from abroad, the monthly income is over RMB 1,000.
When you do business for the first time, what you earn is word of mouth and credibility.
His face turned from gloomy to clear.
Sam was completely relieved.
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After spending two pleasant days in a good mood, Vincent came to the Ministry of Magic alone on Saturday morning.
When I entered the elevator, I happened to meet Dumbledore.
"Professor, morning."
"Good morning."
Dumbledore smiled, something good must have happened.
Walking into the hall, all the gentlemen were sitting on the sofa waiting.
Mrs. Zabini's cold eyes glanced over.
Vincent quickly hid behind him, fearful to the point of exaggeration.
Of course those who know will understand that this is pretense, but there are not many Ministry of Magic employees in the entire hall.
"Ho--" A sneer suddenly sounded from behind.
Snape, who walked silently, passed directly over the two of them and sat opposite Lucius as light as the wind.
Vincent gave a rather cryptic thumbs up.
The worse the relationship between the two, the less likely they are to be together.
The reason why Dumbledore is smiling is probably because he gave the undercover gold medal a mission.
As long as there is any news of Voldemort's return, Snape will know it immediately.
After completely gaining trust, this most desperate Dark Lord will probably be plotted to death.
Time passes very slowly today,
Half an hour of waiting felt like a whole day.
Lucius whispered a few words to Snape, and then seemed to be telling Mrs. Zabini to calm down with his eyes.
Not that scary, but still full of resentment.
Vincent joked to Dumbledore: "Professor, should I tell her about hiring people in Knockturn Alley later?"
"Connelly will thank you." Dumbledore teased:
"In this way, your identity as the British representative of the Wizengamot will be able to remove the 'teenage'."
Confessing the two bodyguards at home means that the mysterious forces of justice mentioned by Rita are not fabricated.
The Ministry of Magic does not want to lose face, so the hush money offered must be sincere.
It's a pity that there will be crazy attacks afterwards, otherwise I would really consider it.
Compared with the old man and the young man who were getting more and more cheerful as they chatted, all the gentlemen had dark faces.
Snape, who had been gloomy all day long, felt no incongruity sitting with them, and he should even be here.
"Lucretia, remember not to talk nonsense later. The jury we bribed is not enough to control the entire trial."
Mrs. Zabini pursed her lips and agreed reluctantly.
Lucius told Old Parkinson and others some precautions, and it was time to enter the venue.
As soon as she sat down in the dock of the tenth courtroom, Rita entered the courtroom with a photographer.
The recent news is all about Sirius, and her few reports on the Wizarding Cards didn't attract much attention.
Equipped with a full set of Muggle professional equipment, it seems that they are determined to make a big news.
Fudge, that bastard!
The elegant and decent Lucius kept cursing secretly in his heart.
The reason for agreeing with Rita's bringing in the photographer is to reduce the popularity of Sirius's escape from prison.
But after all, he was the first prisoner in Azkaban to successfully escape. Most of the people who were deceived by the wizard card were unscrupulous businessmen.
The worst outcome is not only fines, but at best compensation for ordinary people's losses.
Unless Fudge wants to break his skin, it is impossible to interfere with the trial.
The painful waiting process didn't last long.
When the jury composed of Wizengamot members all entered the court, and Fudge and Umbridge, who had belatedly arrived, also took their seats, the presiding judge, Amelia Bones, stood up and announced the opening of the trial.
"After the last trial, the court decided to accept the evidence provided by witness Rita Skeeter, and had many face-to-face discussions with several Muggle studies experts."
There were small exclamations from the auditorium.
She was not disturbed and continued seriously:
"After this period of discussion, we all agreed that the Wizard Card is highly suspected of being a scam."
The six people in the dock had calm faces and did not look worried at all.