After hearing the cry of the little owl, the expressions of the two wizard guards were stunned for a moment.
As perhaps the last laughing owl in the world today, Vika is so recognizable in both its call and appearance. In addition, the way it emerged from Irina's chest just now almost made them look alike.
For a moment, I thought it was the eldest lady who came to make an unannounced visit.
The two looked at each other, and the older wizard reached out and took the note from Irina's hand.
"You just said that you are here to seek help?"
"Yes, sir, my daughter received an exceptional admission letter to Hogwarts."
Ivanovich came back to his senses, stood in front of his daughter, used his burly body to block the somewhat rude gazes of the two strange wizards in front of him, straightened his back and spoke in an extremely proud tone.
"Oh my god……"
The older wizard looked at the note in his hand, then at the little owl whose head emerged from Irina's collar, and nodded solemnly to the young wizard next to him.
"Yes, this is absolutely true"
Before the elder wizard finished speaking, he glanced at the crowd of people watching around him with vigilance, and his face became solemn.
He quickly put away the "truncheon" in his hand, turned sideways and pointed to the closed door of the potato shop not far away, tried hard to suppress the excitement on his face, and said quickly.
"This is not the place to talk. Let's go over there first."
Accompanied by two patrol policemen, the Ivanovich father and daughter's next trip was naturally smooth. Following the two wizard guards, the two effortlessly entered the potato shop, which was not open to the public for the time being.
This is a store that looks no different from an ordinary store.
There are three checkout counters set up near the door. Several elderly people in their fifties and sixties are sitting together and arguing fiercely. Behind them are four or five movable blackboards filled with white chalk writing.
Farther away, there were piles of potatoes, each of which was at least as big as the fist of an adult Russian man. Ivanovich swore with his wand that these were definitely...
Potatoes from other places, he had never seen potatoes of such quality in St. Petersburg.
As a few people entered the door, the heated discussion suddenly stopped.
The next moment, the old people used agility that was not suitable for their age to quickly turn over the blackboard next to them, revealing another side [Today’s potato price___/___kg]
"Gentlemen, don't be nervous, it's us."
The young wizard carefully closed the shop door behind him, blocking the eyes of the people waiting in line outside the shop door, and shook his head with a smile as he explained.
"What's the matter? Mr. Walter."
An old man stood up and patted the chalk dust on his body. He looked at the Ivanovich father and daughter, one big and one small, who were following Walter and others. He frowned and said unceremoniously like a barrage of cannons.
"Also, who are they? There are still twenty-eight minutes before the official opening. If I remember correctly, we have agreed before that we old men will be left to discuss some simple matters before the opening every day.
The question is, won’t anyone bother us?”
"As you can see, a rather special guest came to ask for help. According to the regulations in our manual, we must respond in accordance with the guidelines. In other words, we need to temporarily borrow this place, just like the previous times."
The wizard named Walter spread his hands helplessly and pointed at Irina, who was holding a little owl behind her.
The old man raised his hand, grinned, and asked in a clear and crisp tone.
"So... we need to retreat for a few minutes this time?"
"Sorry, the situation today is a bit special."
Walter shook his head and exchanged a look with the elderly wizard next to him who was checking the surrounding windows and vents.
"Next, we need to clear the area. From now on until the matters on our side are processed, this area will be under the highest level of martial law. In fact, even I can't give you an accurate answer."
The highest level of martial law? Is the level of confidentiality so high?
The old man glanced thoughtfully at Irina and Ivanovich, who looked stupid, shrugged noncommittally, and called on the other old guys around to stand up, and moved towards the side of the store very skillfully.
Walk towards the small house.
As an old guy who retired from a research institute in the former Soviet Union, one thing he has learned in most of the past years is that he must learn to restrain his curiosity in fields not related to research and science.