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

"This is the headquarters of the Carriage of Paris, Carriage Seven, please tell me your purpose." A soft female voice came from within.

Apache glanced at the door behind him, lowered his voice, and said excitedly to the customer service lady:

"Two key criminals pursued by the Ministry of Magic, in our carriage...... Now is the time! ”

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

"I couldn't be more sure!"

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

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

is no longer a young lady, replaced by a middle-aged man. His voice was calm, and he said, "I'm the Auror Odom of the Ministry of Magic, who are you?" ”

Apache's hands kept trembling, and he said excitedly: "Mr. Auror, I'm Apache the conductor, and this ...... next to me is here"

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

"Yes, yes, Mr. Auror." Apache didn't care about the other party's rudeness, and said happily:

"I compared the newspaper photos, it is the two of them, a man and a woman, they are not very old, like a couple, and the two of them are still ......"

"Is the offender in your carriage now?" Odom interrupted again: "Please answer yes or no directly!" ”

"Yes."

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

"No! There's a door to obscure it—"

"Where are you sending them?"

"Avenue de Lyon."

"Which location, or which building?"

"They didn't say anything, they just told us to park our car when we got to the place."

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

"It's already through Place Vendôme." The driver Russell is like a map of Gaode, quickly reporting points.

"Arrived at the Tuileries Gardens two minutes later; Five minutes later, arrive at the Arc de Triomphe; Ten minutes later, pass by the Jude Bohm National Museum of Art; Fifteen minutes later, arrive at the Louvre.

If you send the Aurors now, as long as the apparition appears at the next intersection, you will be able to ...... soon."

Odom hesitated for a moment and refused: "Don't stop, don't slow down, until you reach Boulevard de Lyon." We'll send the Aurors to ambush there at once, we have our own plans. ”

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

"It's nothing, they're just little wizards, they're not dangerous at all, don't be afraid!" Odom's voice was low.

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

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

Now it's comforting that it's a little wizard, and it's not dangerous at all?

What about liars!

"I want you to keep an eye on the two of them and not show anything out of the ordinary." Odom cautioned.

"If Stark takes that girl apparition, you're going to follow behind......"

"But, sir, I don't apparition, I don't get a certificate."

“…… Then don't show the anomaly! The contact here will not be broken, and we will keep in touch at any time. ”

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

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

Odom left the fireplace, next to Clegane, the head of the Law Enforcement Division, with a slight smile on his cold face.

"Finally Stark news." Clegane said softly: "It is not in vain that I am under so much pressure to issue a nationally wanted list for a Merlin Medal winner."

Especially the little wizards of England. ”

To put it mildly, if this matter is messed up, Klegane's political career is probably over.

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

But as long as Scamander's box is found and the Englishman is convicted, he will have a great reputation in the country, and it is not impossible that he will 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, and I'm afraid he'll show his flaws, and Stark will leave with the girl's phantasm in the face."

"No, young wizards can't do magic outside of school." Clegane shook his head. "He won't apparilate in front of the conductor, that would leave a handle."

"But he's already used a lot of magic, and he may have used the Polyjuice Potion illegally!"

"Yes, we all know that, but do you have proof?" Clegane exasperated.

"Stark has just arrived in Paris, and he has registered his wand, has the wand permission office detected his wand, has he used magic?"

"Nope." Odom's momentum weakened.

Stark leaves the hotel with a second-year witch and enters the site of Scamander's assault, before quietly disappearing completely.

Who among you saw him work his magic the whole time? ”

Odom shook his head in shame, what the director said was true, but the more it was, the more incompetent they became.

Being played by a young underage wizard, the French Aurors have never been so incompetent.

"So, when thinking about a person, you have to start with what he does." Klegane said seriously:

"Stark won't leave us with a handle, and I obviously underestimated the kid.

'Youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin'...... At first, I thought he was just lucky, but now it seems that I was wrong, very wrong. ”

Odom was taken aback, for the first time he had heard the director admit his mistake.

"Immediately with the Aurors, ambushed on Boulevard de Lyon. Our goal was never Stark, but Scamander's chest.

Since he went there, the box was probably there.

We must find, and then convict Scamander, otherwise internationally, we will become a French joke. Clegane commanded.

At this moment, another Auror hurried up, and he whispered, "Sir, something has happened. ”

"What's wrong?" Clegane asked.

"Near the north coastline, quite a few Dementors have been found."

"Dementors?" Clegane frowned. "They didn't stay in Azkaban, how did they get to France?"

"At the moment...... It wasn't clear, but the other side seemed to be very arrogant, and had already attacked several Muggles. ”

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

"A Scamander and a Stark have already scrambled us and sent in Dementors...... Do you really think of me France as his backyard in England?

Immediately banish the Dementors, then protest to the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards to sanction the stupid British Ministry of Magic! ”

The Auror froze for a moment, then turned and walked away, as if to write a letter of protest.

Odom on the side couldn't help but mutter:

"If protests had been useful, there would have been no Grindelwald and Voldemort.

What's more, the president of the federation is the great Dumbledore...... He's the damn British. ”

……

……

The carriage galloped at speed on Boulevard Voltaire.

William turned his face sideways and looked out the window. He could see the façade of the famous Daussey Museum of Fine Arts.

As the gaze continues to move, the ancient Ramses Obelisk appears, the emblem of the Jude Bohm National Gallery.

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

Hermione had something else in mind: if only the carriage could travel like this for the rest of her life.

The door to the cockpit was opened, and the conductor walked out.

Hermione was startled by the sound of the door opening, and looked up slightly.

Apache quickly closed the door, found a place to sit, 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 pair of "extremely dangerous" fugitives.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then stumbled in her broken French, which was only worth five nats:

"William, we ...... Got in the wrong place! ”

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

Hermione held William's hand tightly, her eyes shining with determination.

"Nope! We shouldn't go to Boulevard de Lyon, we should go to ......."

Hermione couldn't remember how the Louvre had said it in French, so she had to point to the glass pyramid slowly emerging in the distance.

"The Louvre?" William reminded in French.

"That's right, we should go to the Louvre......"

"Scamander's chest, it's in the Louvre!" Hermione said in half-baked French.

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

William frowned...... Does the Ministry of Magic have an honor?

Isn't that thing shattered to the ground like Fudge's rituals?

……

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