"Superintendent Woflin, have you ever had the experience of being stared at with crazy eyes?" Xing Ze retracted his gaze and asked.
"You mean that I go to roll call and assign patrol duties every morning?" Ribbon asked, "This has been the case every day since I was promoted to patrol superintendent."
"It must feel very unpleasant."
"If you have grown up in this environment, you will find that this is nothing at all." Superintendent Feng Qiyun said a terrible fact calmly.
Xing Ze nodded. They hit the morning rush hour and there was a long queue in front of the traffic light intersection. Ruiben shook his head helplessly: "Sir, I'm afraid this will take a while. If you have any other..."
"Don't worry about me, Superintendent, I have plenty of time. Besides, I also like to think in the car. But, have you informed your colleagues?"
"Uh-huh, I just informed via radio."
"Then there's no problem." Xing Ze fell into deep thought again.
A total of eight pairs of eyes were staring at him at this time. With a stiff smile on his face, Xing Ze picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then said: "Harry, I didn't expect you to be here."
These words were like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing water to splash. Almost at the same time, the Weasley family began to explain.
The buzzing sound made Xing Ze not sure what to listen to. He waved his hands and said: "Everyone..."
Mrs. Weasley suddenly shouted: "Shut up and let me speak."
Obviously, her authoritative words were much more useful than Xing Ze's silent protest, "Yes, sir, Harry has been living with us for almost a month. His uncle and aunt..."
"They locked him in the room," George shouted.
"You haven't given him anything to eat yet," Fred added.
"I'm not here today for this matter." Xing Ze explained, "I'm here for..."
"For Merlin's sake!" Mr. Weasley exhaled as if he was relieved, and reached out to take the fried eggs and bacon handed over by his wife, "You know, I have been worried about this. I always
Forgot to apply to the Ministry of Magic, what the hell..."
Mrs. Weasley slapped her husband hard.
"Oh, I'm so busy with this terrible job. Sir, last night I ransacked seven houses, almost all over the UK. One person, seven houses!"
"Keep your voice down, Arthur. You'll scare the children."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Molly. Honey, can you give me a cup of tea?"
Mrs. Weasley handed the tea cup to Ginny, and the girl put it on the table without forgetting to steal a caramel biscuit on the table.
"Oh, thank you, my little sweetheart."
"Your work is very meaningful, Dad. It ensures that those people will not cheat poor Muggles. You are doing something righteous." Percy's words were very useful to Arthur.
"Flattery Percy," muttered Fred.
"Hey, I heard you, kid." Mrs. Weasley said, "You should learn from Percy. Your teacher happens to be here, and I really should talk about this."
"No -" shouted Ron, "don't say that, Mum."
"I have to say something today."
"Even if it costs Dad his job?" George said.
"Hey, I believe Mr. Xing Ze is not the kind of guy who speaks ill of people behind their backs."
Arthur didn't seem to mean to stop him. On the contrary, he said with a little pride: "You won't believe it, sir. I made a magic car that can fly. The three little guys used it to pick up Harry."
of."
After feeling his wife's anger again, Arthur changed his words with a serious face: "Of course, this is not right at all, very wrong."
Xing Ze finally found a chance to interrupt. He said as quickly as possible: "This is very good, Mr. Weasley, the flying car, but I am here today about Ron..."
"Dad, can you tell me what happened last night?" Ginny sat next to Xing Ze with a plate of baked apple pie. She glanced at Harry secretly from time to time.
Harry, who had been silent for the whole time, echoed: "I want to hear it too, Mr. Weasley. I've always been curious about what the work of the Ministry of Magic is like."
"Boring, boring, still boring." Mr. Weasley drank a large amount of tea, "but there are still some things worth saying."
The children's ears pricked up when they heard a story. Even Mrs. Weasley rarely stopped chattering.
"What surprised me most last night was a family named Thomas. Sorry, kids, you know I can't tell you his full name. There were a lot of books in his house, so many that they filled the whole house, in the hallways, and on the stairs.
It’s all above.”
"Just like our home." Fred pointed to the stairs of his home, "There is always a pile of stuff."
Fred spread his hands and motioned for his father to continue.
"Thomas said that someone broke into his home a few days ago and stole a lot of books." Arthur continued.
Percy raised his hand and waited until his father nodded in agreement before asking: "Shouldn't this matter be the responsibility of the Auror?"
"That's the world of work, Percy. Those guys pretty much put everything on us. Come on, kids, the excitement is about to come.
"That Thomas was a squib. According to him, his great-grandmother was a wizard and left behind many precious books. Obviously, he had no right to keep these books. So I had to confiscate all those books.
"
Everyone laughed except Xing Ze. Xing Ze knew that this story was funny. Thomas was originally a victim, but he became a criminal inexplicably.
Unless you have the permission of the Explosive Candy Disposal Department of the Ministry of Magic, Squibs have no right to hide wizard's books, because learning magic incorrectly can cost their lives. This kind of thing has happened.
Of course, Xing Ze was actually more interested in the Ministry of Magic's Explosive Candy Disposal Department than this strange experience.
This department whose name sounds ridiculous is actually a department that collects dangerous magical items. Because of the common nature of their work, they often work together with the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Items.
The famous list of prohibited magic items came from this department. Speaking of which, Xing Ze's ring also contained a lot of explosive cigars, flame cigarettes and a lot of other prohibited items.
"Okay, okay, children, stop laughing and be compassionate." Mr. Weasley waved his hand and said, "Compared to me, I think Mr. Xing Ze will have many more exciting stories."
Everything returned to where it started, and those eight pairs of eyes looked at Xing Ze again, even more fanatical than before.
"Ours has arrived, sir." The superintendent's words broke Xing Ze out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw the magnificent West Side Police Station.