"According to the International Wizarding Law, wizards cannot use their wands to cast spells without permission in front of Muggles. Am I right?" Weston raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, what do you want to say?" The wizard looked at Weston solemnly.
"Nothing!" Weston looked at the wizard with a smile, "If you say that I entered the country without authorization, I cannot deny this, but I have not violated the Statute of Secrecy and the International Wizarding Law!" As he said that, Weiss
With a slight wave of his hand, a sea fish suddenly flew over from the sea as if it was caught by something.
"Look, I didn't break the law, did I?" Weston controlled the sea fish to float in front of the wizard, "You still have to learn the law, Mr. Wizard!"
"Wandless casting? Fallen angel..." The wizard looked at this scene in surprise, pondered for a while, and suddenly took a breath of air, "Are you Weston Delacour? That boy
genius!"
"Uh-huh!" Weston tilted his head, "You guessed it right! Do you want me to give you any reward?"
"No need!" The wizard shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If I knew it was you, how could I stop you? I don't think I am your opponent!"
"Oh?" Weston narrowed his eyes, "Do you know my strength?"
"Of course!" the wizard took a deep breath, "How could I not know you! Everything is for the greater good!"
After saying that, the man looked around and found that no one was paying attention. He quietly pulled out an arm, with a golden temple mark shining brightly on it.
No wonder he knew his own strength, he turned out to be a saint! Weston suddenly realized it and took out the necklace Grindelwald gave him from his collar.
"It turns out that you are already our leader!" The wizard seemed very happy, "Great, someone from the temple is finally in charge!"
"What, are you all dissatisfied with Grindelwald?" Weston asked curiously.
"No!" The wizard shook his head, "It's just that the leader didn't let us go to Germany with him. He said he would find a new leader of the temple to lead us. We had no choice but to lurk."
"Then aren't you worried that the person Grindelwald has found will be difficult to take on a big job?" Weston asked curiously.
"No, that's our leader! He has never missed anyone in his life!" the wizard said very naturally, his words full of praise for Grindelwald.
"Okay, I get it!" Weston nodded, thinking to himself, this Grindelwald is indeed the number one MLM leader in the wizarding world. Look at his brainwashing skills, he is much more powerful than Anli!
"Then are there any questions?" Weston asked with a smile, "If you don't mind, I'll leave first!"
"No problem!" The wizard nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Chief, if it is convenient, can I invite you to come to the United States?"
"What's wrong?" Weston asked curiously.
"Brothers and sisters in the temple need to feel at ease. I think the leader should do this!" the wizard said.
"Okay, I will go if I have time!" Weston thought for a moment and then agreed, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Okay, leader! I am Ben·**, you can just call me Ben!" the wizard said with some excitement.
Huh? Weston's eyes suddenly widened, and he was in awe. He patted him on the shoulder: "What a name! Man, you have a great future!"
Ben watched blankly as Weston flew into the sky and left without thinking why Weston would say this.
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Unexpectedly, Solomon's ruins are actually in the "Devil's Triangle" as Muggles call it. I wonder if any supernatural events will happen after the bottle that seals the devil is taken away? Weston was thinking wildly and quickly
Flying towards Delacour Manor.
Speaking of which, the Magic Guild has actually almost developed in the British magic world, and the next step should be to start opening branches in other countries.
For Egypt, you can leave it to Hussein, for France, just leave it to Uncle Delacour, and the remaining countries should be carefully selected.
As for the United States, just leave it to this Ben·**. How can we choose this name without causing trouble? If nothing else, this name alone is worthy of being the president of the Magic Guild branch!
Once the branches are established, Muggle magic potions should also be ready to be launched. There are too many people watching this matter. The sooner it is launched, the sooner it is launched, the sooner it is released, the sooner it will be reassuring!
However, who should fire the first shot? Weston thought secretly, he still needs a Muggle who has some influence in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world! Moreover, it is best not to be someone from the government, otherwise
It’s easy to lose the right to speak! No official is a fool!
Where should we find such a person? Weston thought hard as he continued on his way. Unfortunately, he didn't know many Muggles, and he still couldn't figure it out until he flew to Delacour Manor.
He was the only one in the manor at this time, and the Delacour family had not returned yet.
After sitting in the living room and resting for a while, Weston suddenly thought of something. He didn't seem to notify Count Dracula. In other words, Count Dracula didn't know that he had come back and might still be there.
He's waiting for him near the activated magic circle!
Thinking of this, Weston couldn't sit still. He quickly stood up and appeared near the third magic circle.
Sure enough, as soon as he arrived here, he felt the aura of Count Dracula.
"My little master, you're okay!" Count Dracula looked overjoyed when he saw Weston. Weston suddenly felt ashamed, and he almost forgot that Count Dracula was still waiting for him.
"I'm fine, Mr. Dracula!" Weston smiled slightly and kept that feeling deeply in his heart, "I have already visited the ruins and gained some results!"
"None of this matters, just be fine, little master!" Count Dracula breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.
"Next, are you going back to the Dracula family's territory?" Weston smiled and changed the subject, "Or should I send you to Fairy Lake?"
"Fairy Lake?" Count Dracula was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Young master, are you talking about the current Veela tribe?"
"Yes, do you miss Angelina a little bit?" Weston joked with a smile.
"My little master, please stop making fun of me!" Count Dracula smiled bitterly, but there was a hint of hope in his eyes, "However, I should really accompany her, if my little master also goes to the Veela tribe.
, you can take me with you!"
"Okay, just in time, I should take Fleur and the others home!" Weston smiled slightly, then walked forward, put his hand on Count Dracula's shoulder, and snapped his fingers with his other hand.
With a "pop" sound, the two of them appeared next to Angelina's tree house and saw Fleur walking out.
"Are you back, Weston?" Fleur said loudly in surprise after seeing the two of them.
Without waiting for Weston to speak, there was only a "bump", and the door of the tree house was roughly pushed open from the inside, and Angelina's face that was both angry and happy appeared in front of the two of them.
Seeing the two people facing each other, Weston glanced at Fleur and led her away quietly...