Chapter 136 Chaos and Conflict (Modified)

"Ah, it turned out to be Leonard!" The "Mediterranean" opposite Allen's complexion changed so quickly that it would be unbelievable if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

He had a cloudy face just now, but his smile turned into a flower in a blink of an eye. He warmly invited Professor Flitwick to come in and sit down, but there was no chair for visitors to rest in the small office.

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, smiled sheepishly, and said, "I'm sorry, our place is so shabby. Is Professor Flitwick right? Mr. Leonard Knox is dealing with a very important matter right now." Work, maybe, probably, should come back soon!"

There were beads of sweat on the gentleman's forehead, which was unbelievable in such a cold season. Allen couldn't help guessing the character of this Mr. Leonard Knox whom he had never met.

It may be very majestic, or it may be very vicious. Of course, it may also be because he has made meritorious service and is about to be promoted, which made this official who said something wrong before so nervous, and kept fawning and flattering Alan and the others.

"Do you need me to send a message to Mr. Knox now?" After chatting for a long time, this "Mediterranean" Mr. Abernathy finally said what Professor Flitwick wanted to hear the most.

"Of course, thank you very much!" Professor Flitwick couldn't wait to see Knox, and left here. He doesn't like the environment or the people here!

Abernathy wrote something on a piece of paper, then deftly folded it into a paper mouse and stuffed it into a transparent tube in the corner of the desk. The paper mouse jumped up extremely nimbly, and quickly disappeared in front of Allen.

"I've been talking for so long, but I forgot to ask you. Have you got permission to hold a wand? All foreigners who come to New York must have one." Abernathy sat behind the desk, thinking about it before Professor Flitwick and Aberdeen. Redeem a little in front of Lun.

"Of course, I applied by post a few weeks before Hogwarts was on holiday." Professor Flitwick was obviously more used to such a business-like, business-like tone.

This time, a hurried voice came from outside the door: "Abernathy, Abernathy, where are they? Where are they?"

Allen keenly noticed that there was a smile on the corner of Professor Flitwick's eyes and brows.

In an instant, a tall, slender man in his 50s with a strong body broke into the office in a hurry.

His eyes are big, and they keep turning behind a pair of big glasses; his nose is pointed and long, like a sharp blade;

Allen found that the wizard who came in took a full step of 3 feet, and walked with his fists clenched. Allen concluded that this was a quick-tempered wizard.

"Aha, Filius, I'm so glad to see you!" He lifted the short Professor Flitwick up, and this rude gesture obviously displeased Professor Flitwick.

"Leonard!" Professor Flitwick screamed softly, kicking his chest violently, and he quickly put Professor Flitwick down.

"This is your gifted student?" Leonard shifted his gaze to Allen, looking him up and down.

"Mr. Knox, hello, I'm Alan Harris, a student of Professor Flitwick." Alan saluted Leonard Knox respectfully.

"Ah, hello, Alan Harris." Leonard Knox turned his head and praised Flitwick, "British children are so polite! He's a good boy."

They continued to exchange pleasantries, and suddenly, countless paper mice got down from the glass pipe above the ceiling, slid onto the table, and instantly filled the table.

There was the sound of clanging, clanging, fighting upstairs. Leonard's complexion changed, he took apart a paper mouse, and roared, "Filius, wait for me here." Then he rushed out the door.

Abernathy also took apart a paper mouse, his complexion changed drastically, "Ah, two, I remembered that there are still some things in my family,

To leave first. Please go ahead, both of you. After finishing speaking, he picked up the coat hanging on the chair and left the office in a hurry.

Professor Flitwick and Alan stood awkwardly in the office.

"Professor, what should we do now?" Allen asked.

"I think, something terrible must have happened!" Professor Flitwick reached out and took a paper mouse, opened it to look, and saw that the prison was robbed, the Department of Supervision and Control of Magical Creatures rioted, and Come.

"Alan, wait for me here, I'll go up and see the situation." Professor Flitwick told Alan to hide in this small office. Such a remote location may be the safest place for the Magic Council at this time.

Professor Flitwick hurried out the door, and Allen also picked up a piece of paper mouse, wanting to see what information was written on it.

Then, he heard a strange sound coming from the pile of paper mice. Allen drew his wand and stared warily at the table.

A mouse that closely resembles a house mouse emerges from a pile of paper mice. He spotted Alan, his peas-like black eyes rolled, and quickly shot towards the door.

Allen immediately turned into a jelly-like viscous substance to seal the door. The flexible mouse was stuck in the middle of the door, struggling hard. Then Allen stepped forward and picked up the mouse from the air with his magic wand Observe carefully.

Unlike the house mouse, it had an anemone-shaped tumor on its back—it was a Motra rat, and Allen recognized its origins.

The muttla rat is a house mouse-like animal that lives along the coast of Britain. For some unknown reason, it crossed the ocean and appeared in New York.

It is listed as a three-star magical creature by the Ministry of Magic. Pickling and eating these muttra tumors strengthens the wizard's resistance to curses and bad luck. However, excessive consumption can lead to unsightly purple hairs growing around the ears.

The muttra rat with its tail pulled tried its best to curl up and try to bite Alan's hand, but it was in vain.

Allen threw it into the pet space and waited for a while, then Professor Flitwick turned back to his office. He flicked his wand, and the jelly-like sticky web that Alan had laid down disappeared without a trace.

"We need to get out of here! It's chaotic up here! I don't know when the flames of war will spread here!" Professor Flitwick decided to leave this place.

They strode, swiftly up the winding, endless staircase.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick grabbed Allen, and they hid behind a huge pillar.

A group of Aurors quickly ran down the stairs, chasing several masked wizards in black robes, and headed straight for the stairs leading to the basement.

They released a spell one by one, trying to stop these men in black. The spell hit the wall, bricks cracked and splinters flew.

After they passed, Professor Flitwick took Alan to continue climbing, and finally came to the foyer.

The harsh sirens rang through the hall, and the people were in a commotion. Some gathered together, whispering nervously, others hurried about in black robe uniforms, anxious and eager.