Chapter 10 The French Aurors Have Never Been so Incompetent!

Apache grabbed a handful of floo powder, sprinkled it into the small fireplace, and soon a flaming head appeared.

"This is the headquarters of the Paris carriage, carriage No. 7, please state your purpose." A soft female voice came from inside.

Apache glanced at the door behind him, lowered his voice, and said excitedly to Miss Customer Service:

"Two criminals being hunted by the Ministry of Magic, in our carriage... NOW!"

The customer service lady was stunned for a moment, and said in a hurried voice, "Are you sure?"

"It couldn't be more certain!"

The other party hesitated for five seconds, and said again: "I will contact the Ministry of Magic immediately and let them connect to your fireplace through the Floo network."

The flames disappeared, Apache waited anxiously for two minutes, and the flames in the fireplace lit up again.

No longer a young lady, but a middle-aged man. He said calmly, "I am Auror Odom of the Ministry of Magic, who are you?"

Apache kept shaking his hands and said excitedly: "Mr. Auror, I am Apache the conductor, the one next to me..."

Odom interrupted impatiently: "Your headquarters contacted the Ministry of Magic and said that you saw our wanted criminal—"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Auror." Apache did not care about the rudeness of the other party, and said happily:

"I've compared the photos in the newspapers, it's the two of them, a man and a woman, young, like a couple, and the two of them..."

"Is the crime on your carriage now?" Odom interrupted again: "Please answer yes or no!"

"Yes."

"Can they hear you talking to me? Yes or no."

"No! There is a door blocking--"

"Where are you taking them?"

"Lyon Avenue."

"Which location, or which building?"

"They didn't say it, they just told us where we were,

will let us park. "

Odom hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Where are you now?"

"I have passed through Place Vendôme." The driver Russell quickly reported the point like a map of Gothe.

"Two minutes to the Tuileries Garden; five minutes to the Petit Arc de Triomphe; ten minutes to the Jude Pom National Gallery; fifteen minutes to the Louvre.

If you send Aurors now, as long as Apparition is at the next intersection, it will soon be..."

Odom hesitated for a moment, then refused: "Don't stop, don't slow down, and go all the way to Lyon Avenue. We'll send Aurors out there right away, we have our own plans."

"But, Mr. Auror..." Apache became impatient.

"It's nothing but, they are just little wizards, they are all dangerous, don't be afraid!" Odom said in a low voice.

Hearing the stern tone of the other party, Apache shrank his head.

He couldn't help slandering: "Didn't you say in the newspaper that the other party is dangerous?"

Now it is comforting to be a little wizard, and it is not dangerous at all?

What a liar!

"I want you to watch them both, and don't show any abnormality." Odom warned carefully.

"If Stark Apparates with that girl, you're going to follow behind..."

"But, sir, I can't Apparate, and I didn't get a certificate."

"...Then don't show any abnormalities! The contact here will not be broken, and keep in touch at any time."

"Got it." Apache trembled and asked again, "Mr. Auror, the bonus mentioned in the news..."

"As long as we catch them, we won't miss you at all!" Odom said impatiently.

Odom left the fireplace, and the head of the Law Enforcement Department, Clegane, showed a slight smile on his cold face.

"Finally there is news about Stark." Clegane said softly: "It's not in vain for me to bear so much pressure to issue a national wanted for a Merlin Medal recipient.

Especially the little wizards in England. "

Let's be honest, if this thing goes awry, Clegane's political career is probably over.

After all, the other party is not an ordinary wizard, but a genius with some reputation in the UK and even internationally... not to mention only fourteen years old.

But as long as Scamander's box is found and the Englishman is successfully convicted, his reputation in the country will be shaken, and it is not impossible for him to become the next minister.

"Sir, why don't we just wait at the intersection where the carriage passes and stop Stark?" Odom paused.

"The conductor is obviously an idiot. I'm afraid that if he shows his flaws, Stark will Apparate away with that girl."

"No, little wizards can't do magic outside of school." Clegane shook his head. "He's not going to Apparate in front of the conductor, that would leave a handle on it."

"But he has already performed a lot of magic, and he may have used the compound decoction illegally!"

"Yes, we all know, but do you have proof?" Clegane said angrily.

"Stark registered his wand as soon as he arrived in Paris. Has his wand been detected by the Wand Licensing Office. Has he used magic?"

"No." Odom's momentum weakened.

"Stark left the hotel with a second-year little witch, entered the scene where Scamander was attacked, and left quietly, disappearing completely.

Who of you saw him perform magic during the whole process? "

Odom shook his head in shame. What the director said was the truth, but the more so, the more incompetent they appeared.

Being played around by an underage wizard, the French Auror has never been so incompetent.

"So, thinking about a person must start with what he does." Clegane said seriously:

"Stark isn't going to leave us behind, I clearly underestimated that kid.

'Youngest Merlin Medal recipient'... I thought at first he was just lucky, but now it looks like I was wrong, very wrong. "

Odom was taken aback. It was the first time he heard the chief admit his mistake.

"Send all the Aurors at once, and ambushed on Lyon Avenue. Our target was never Stark, but Scamander's chest.

Since he went there, the box was probably there too.

We have to find and convict Scamander, or we'll be a French joke internationally. ' Clegane ordered.

At this time, another Auror came hurriedly, and he whispered: "Sir, something happened."

"What's wrong?" Clegane asked.

"A lot of Dementors have been found near the northern coastline."

"Dementors?" Clegane frowned. "Why did they end up in France when they didn't stay in Azkaban?"

"Currently...not clear, but the other party looks very arrogant and has attacked several Muggles."

"What are these Brits doing?" Clegane said angrily:

"A Scamander and a Stark have already made us scrambling, and sent in a Dementor... Really think of my France as his backyard in England?

Immediately expel the dementors, and then protest to the International Confederation of Wizards and ask for sanctions on the stupid British Ministry of Magic! "

The Auror was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked away, as if he was about to write a letter of protest.

Odom, who was on the side, couldn't help but muttered in his heart:

"If protests were useful, there would be no Grindelwald and Voldemort.

What's more, the president of the Federation is the great Dumbledore...he's a damn Brit. "

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The carriage galloped fast on the Boulevard Voltaire.

William turned his face sideways and looked out the window. He can see the facade of the famous Dorsey Museum of Fine Arts.

Continuing to move the gaze, the ancient obelisk of Ramses appears, the symbol of the Jude Bohm National Gallery.

Hermione tilted her head, leaned on William's shoulder, followed the boy, and stared absently at the scenery outside the carriage.

Hermione had other things on her mind: if only the carriage could run like this for the rest of her life.

The cockpit door was opened and the conductor stepped out.

Hermione was startled by the sound of the door opening and raised her head slightly.

Apache closed the door quickly, took a seat, and fiddled with his radio again.

Hermione looked around and jerked up from her chair, as if she had just remembered something.

"Oh, Merlin, William!" She turned to look at him, her face pale.

Apache stared nervously at the "extremely dangerous" pair of fugitives.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then stumblingly said in her broken French, which was only worth five nuts:

"William, we... are in the wrong place!"

"Huh?" William looked at the girl in confusion.

Hermione held William's hand tightly, with a firm look in her eyes.

"No! We shouldn't go to the Avenue de Lyon, we should go..."

Hermione couldn't remember what the Louvre said in French, so she pointed to the glass pyramid slowly emerging in the distance.

"The Louvre?" William reminded in French.

"Yes, we should go to the Louvre..."

"Scamander's box, in the Louvre!" Hermione said in half-familiar French.

"I swear in the name of the Ministry of Magic, I'm sure!"

William frowned...does the Ministry of Magic have a reputation?

Isn't that thing broken like Fudge's morals?

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