Chapter 259 Watching

"Superintendent Wolflin, have you ever been stared at with fanatical eyes?" Xing Ze asked, looking away.

"Are you referring to the roll call and patrol assignments I do every morning?" Reiben asked back, "It's been like this every day since I was promoted to patrol superintendent."

"That must be very uncomfortable."

"If you grew up in this environment, you will find that this is nothing at all." The superintendent calmly stated a terrible fact.

Xing Ze nodded. They encountered the morning rush hour, and there was a long line in front of the traffic light intersection. Reiben shook his head helplessly and said, "Sir, I'm afraid you will have to wait for a long time. If you have other..."

"Don't worry about me, superintendent, there is plenty of time. Besides, I also like to think in the car. But, have you notified your colleagues?"

"Uh-huh, I just notified them by radio."

"That's no problem." Xing Ze fell into deep thought again.

A total of eight pairs of eyes were staring at him at this time. Xing Ze had a stiff smile on his face. He took a sip of the teacup and said, "Harry, I didn't expect you to be here too."

This was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the water splashed. Almost at the same time, the Weasley family began to explain.

The buzzing sound made Xing Ze not know who to listen to. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone..."

Mrs. Weasley suddenly shouted, "Shut up, let me talk."

Obviously, her authoritative words were much more useful than Xing Ze's weak 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.

"And they didn't give him food." Fred added.

"I'm not here for this today." Xing Ze explained, "I'm here for..."

"For Merlin's sake!" Mr. Weasley was as if he had been pardoned. He exhaled and reached out to take the fried eggs and bacon handed over by his wife. "You know, I've been worried about this. I always forget to apply to the Ministry of Magic, this damn..."

Mrs. Weasley slapped her husband hard.

"Oh, this terrible job makes me dizzy. Sir, I searched seven households last night, almost all over the UK. One person, seven households!"

"Keep your voice down, Arthur. You will scare the children."

"Oh, sorry, Molly. Honey, can you give me a cup of tea?"

Mrs. Weasley handed the teacup to Ginny, and the girl put it on the table, and didn't forget to steal a caramel cookie on the table.

"Oh, thank you, my sweetheart."

"Your work is meaningful, Dad, it can ensure that those people will not deceive poor Muggles. You are doing justice." Percy's words made Arthur very useful.

"Percy the flatterer," Fred muttered.

"Hey, I heard you, boys," said Mrs. Weasley, "You should learn from Percy. I should talk about this since your teacher is here."

"No--" Ron shouted, "Don't talk about that, Mum."

"I have to talk about it today."

"Even if it means Dad loses his job?" said George.

"Hey, I believe Mr. Xing Ze is not the kind of guy who talks bad about people behind their backs."

Arthur didn't seem to want 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."

After sensing his wife's anger, 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, a flying car, but I came here today about Ron..."

"Dad, can you tell me about what happened last night?" Ginny sat next to Xing Ze with a plate of baked apple pie. She glanced at Harry from time to time.

Harry, who had been silent, also echoed: "I want to listen to it too, Mr. Weasley. I have always been curious about how the Ministry of Magic works."

"Boring, boring, or boring." Mr. Weasley drank a lot of tea, "But there are still some things worth talking about."

Seeing that there was a story to listen to, the children pricked up their ears. Even Mrs. Weasley rarely stopped nagging.

"What surprised me most last night was a family called Thomas. Sorry, kids, you know I can't tell you their full names. There are so many books in his house, so many that they fill the whole house, the corridor, and the stairs."

"Just like ours." Fred pointed to his own stairs, "There are always a lot of things."

"Oh, don't interrupt Dad." Ginny shouted dissatisfiedly.

Fred spread his hands and motioned his father to continue.

"Thomas said that someone broke into his house 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 be handled by the Aurors?"

"This is the workplace, Percy. Those people almost push everything to us. Okay, kids, the excitement is coming.

"That Thomas is a squib. According to him, his great-grandmother was a wizard and left a lot of precious books. Obviously, he has no right to keep these books. So I had to confiscate all those books.”

Everyone laughed except Xing Ze. Xing Ze knew what was funny about this story. Thomas was originally a victim, but somehow he became a criminal who hid banned books.

Unless you get the consent of the Exploding Candy Disposal Office of the Ministry of Magic, the Squibs have no right to hide wizard books, because learning magic incorrectly can cost them their lives. This kind of thing has happened before.

Of course, compared to this strange experience, Xing Ze is actually more interested in the Exploding Candy Disposal Office.

This department, which looks ridiculous at the name, is actually an important department for collecting dangerous magic items. Because of the common nature of their work, they often work with the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Items.

The famous list of banned magic items came from this department. Speaking of this, Xing Ze also hid a lot of explosive cigars, flame cigarettes and other banned items in his ring.

"Okay, okay, kids, stop laughing and be compassionate." Mr. Weasley waved his hand and said, "Compared to me, I think Mr. Xing Ze should have a lot of wonderful stories."

Everything returned to the beginning, and the eight pairs of eyes looked at Xing Ze again, more enthusiastic than before.

"We are here, sir." The words of the superintendent brought Xing Ze out of his contemplation. He opened his eyes and saw the magnificent Westside Police Station.

"Let me take you to see Burke."

"Thank you."

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