Chapter 511： Wand license
Good girls always attract the attention of men. In school days, Catherine never lacks suitors, she is the envy of countless girls, but she knows that most boys pursue themselves, more of showing off and vanity The heart is haunting.
After finally getting rid of those flies-like suitors, Catherine and Nicholas came to the International Floo Network waiting room, because someone always greeted her on the way, causing them to be a few minutes late, but the other party did not seem to pass the International Floo Network. Arrived in the United States.
Nicholas is asking for news with his old acquaintance Mr. Nathan.
"It's normal to delay for a few minutes. I have never seen anyone on time." The employee Nathan was not surprised by the delay in France. He has been working here for several years. "You can't expect staff from other countries to observe the time, and there is a small error in the timetable of both sides."
Small error?
After waiting for a full half an hour, Catherine felt that her patience was being quickly consumed, especially when there was an annoying guy named Carter next to her, always looking for topics to come over and talk to her.
When he was in school, he clearly rejected the other party.
At this time, there was movement in the fireplace leading to Europe. A very young-looking teenager nearly fell into the fireplace and seemed uncomfortable to use the International Floo Network.
"Mr. Anderson?" Nicholas asked tentatively, reaching out to lift the boy out of the fireplace, "You are younger than I thought."
"Sorry, there was an accident in France and the time was delayed by half an hour."
Albert heard someone calling himself, looked sideways at the old man in front of him, made a comparison with the person in the photo in his memory, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Nicholas: "Hello, Mr. Nicholas. This must be Miss Catherine. It’s more beautiful than it looks in the photo."
"Do you know me?" Catherine raised her brow slightly.
To be honest, she was surprised. The young man in front of him, known as Mr. Anderson, was fourteen or five years old at most. Is he really the heir to the legendary Wild Smith?
Doesn’t it mean that the heirs are all grown-ups?
"Mr. Serra showed me your picture, and he said you are a genius. Of course, I think your beauty is not inferior to your talent."
Albert was indeed a little surprised. This Miss Catherine was very beautiful, not inferior to the girls of the Dracul family with Veeva descent.
Catherine noticed that Albert quickly looked away, and realized that this young man was different from the other men who flattered him. It was just a sincere compliment just now.
This kind of generous praise made Catherine's depressed mood a lot better when she waited.
"Welcome to America, Mr. Anderson."
Kathleen glanced at Carter who had just molested herself, stepped forward and gave Albert a polite meeting and kiss, and smiled and introduced herself, "I am Kathleen, Nicholas' granddaughter."
"Are American girls so enthusiastic?" Albert was a little startled and muttered softly.
He never thought of himself as Kanon, everyone loved him. He quickly found the reason from a bad look, and frowned.
Probably because his dress didn't fit in the waiting room of the International Floo Network, several wizards nearby cast curious eyes.
However, Serra quickly appeared in the fireplace, and after a brief hug with Nicholas, he smiled and said, "This trip is really boring. In France, we did a little trick to stay us for half an hour."
At this moment, an untimely voice sounded nearby.
"Two gentlemen, please register here."
The staff member of the Ministry of Magic who cast a bad look at himself just now said to Albert and Sierra: "According to the regulations of the Magic Congress of the United States, all members of the American Magic Society (including citizens and tourists) are required to carry a wand permit. Certificate, please apply for a temporary certificate here."
With that said, take the two of them to the counter next to them to apply for a temporary wand permit.
Albert looked at each other, frowning slightly, because he felt that this person did not seem to be very friendly, he couldn't help but cast aside the Miss Catherine next to him, and he could probably guess what was going on.
"This man is simply sick!" he muttered.
After seeing Serra getting the wand permit, Albert heard a voice in his ear, "I'm sorry, sir, you are underage!"
Albert saw the corners of the other party's mouth slightly curled up, he couldn't help but frowned, looked at each other blankly, waiting for him to continue speaking.
"In the United States, minor wizards are not allowed to possess magic wands."
"I know, but it's America." Albert reminded.
"Yes." The man didn't deny this, and said softly, "According to the rules, I'm afraid I can't issue you a wand license. Your wand must be kept in the Ministry of Magic for the time being."
"Oh." Albert asked suddenly: "If the US Ministry of Magic loses the wand, will it compensate?"
"what?"
"I mean, if the wand placed in the U.S. Ministry of Magic is lost or damaged, will the Ministry of Magic compensate?" Albert repeated.
"We will not... lose." The man's expression was a little stiff.
"So, you won't compensate, right!" Albert said suddenly.
"If you don't want to hand over the wand to the Ministry of Magic, we might not welcome you." Carter's expression was a little weird.
"Oh, can you represent the entire US Ministry of Magic?"
"Sorry, this is the rule, please don't embarrass me." The smile on Carter's face became more hypocritical.
"You are deliberately embarrassing me." Albert directly handed Carter the wand and said calmly, "Because I didn't bring a wand at all. This is just a souvenir gift from a friend when I was in France. It's just a piece of wood that looks like a magic wand, with a signature at the end."
Finally, Carter looked at A.A from the handle of the wand. His expression became more ugly. He seemed to believe in evil, and he waved it a few more times without any effect.
Albert's wand was sent back to the UK along with the Wizard Chess championship trophy not long ago. Because he predicted something from the crystal ball last night, he sent all the magic items on his body to the UK~www.novelhall .com~ From the beginning, you have misunderstood. "Albert said calmly, "If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself." Of course, you have to apologize well afterwards. "
Seeing the other party's expression that could be checked at will, Carterby was uncomfortable after eating the flies, and the other party was obviously insisting that he could not find the wand.
Catherine looked at Carter whose cheeks became more and more distorted, and her expression became stranger.
Finally, the Ministry of Magic checked.
Albert ordered a cup of Assam tea.
At that time, the U.S. Ministry of Magic did not intend to invite him to drink tea, but was going to send them away directly.
Albert revealed a little bit that he had just won the international wizard chess tournament, and reporters returning to China would definitely be interested in his trip to the United States.
In response, the US Ministry of Magic had to pinch his nose to apologize for their rudeness.
The four of them drank black tea for half an hour before leaving in the meeting room of the US Ministry of Magic.
"Why do you do that?" Catherine asked with a frown.
"I don't think you will be seduced!" Albert said suddenly, "So, you did not see the malice in the eyes of that guy just now. I dare say that as long as I leave the wand there, I can't tell it. Carefully broken, or lost."
"As for why, of course it's because you kissed me at that time. That idiot is now dazzled by jealousy, but it's normal. Ninety percent of the people who work in the Ministry are of that kind."
"I haven't had time to teach Catherine Occlumency and Contemplation." Nicholas explained, he could see that Mr. Anderson has a high level of contemplation.
"I finally know why everyone is reluctant to come to the United States." Albert turned his head and said to Sierra: "I'm afraid I will never come to the United States again.
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After finally getting rid of those flies-like suitors, Catherine and Nicholas came to the International Floo Network waiting room, because someone always greeted her on the way, causing them to be a few minutes late, but the other party did not seem to pass the International Floo Network. Arrived in the United States.
Nicholas is asking for news with his old acquaintance Mr. Nathan.
"It's normal to delay for a few minutes. I have never seen anyone on time." The employee Nathan was not surprised by the delay in France. He has been working here for several years. "You can't expect staff from other countries to observe the time, and there is a small error in the timetable of both sides."
Small error?
After waiting for a full half an hour, Catherine felt that her patience was being quickly consumed, especially when there was an annoying guy named Carter next to her, always looking for topics to come over and talk to her.
When he was in school, he clearly rejected the other party.
At this time, there was movement in the fireplace leading to Europe. A very young-looking teenager nearly fell into the fireplace and seemed uncomfortable to use the International Floo Network.
"Mr. Anderson?" Nicholas asked tentatively, reaching out to lift the boy out of the fireplace, "You are younger than I thought."
"Sorry, there was an accident in France and the time was delayed by half an hour."
Albert heard someone calling himself, looked sideways at the old man in front of him, made a comparison with the person in the photo in his memory, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Nicholas: "Hello, Mr. Nicholas. This must be Miss Catherine. It’s more beautiful than it looks in the photo."
"Do you know me?" Catherine raised her brow slightly.
To be honest, she was surprised. The young man in front of him, known as Mr. Anderson, was fourteen or five years old at most. Is he really the heir to the legendary Wild Smith?
Doesn’t it mean that the heirs are all grown-ups?
"Mr. Serra showed me your picture, and he said you are a genius. Of course, I think your beauty is not inferior to your talent."
Albert was indeed a little surprised. This Miss Catherine was very beautiful, not inferior to the girls of the Dracul family with Veeva descent.
Catherine noticed that Albert quickly looked away, and realized that this young man was different from the other men who flattered him. It was just a sincere compliment just now.
This kind of generous praise made Catherine's depressed mood a lot better when she waited.
"Welcome to America, Mr. Anderson."
Kathleen glanced at Carter who had just molested herself, stepped forward and gave Albert a polite meeting and kiss, and smiled and introduced herself, "I am Kathleen, Nicholas' granddaughter."
"Are American girls so enthusiastic?" Albert was a little startled and muttered softly.
He never thought of himself as Kanon, everyone loved him. He quickly found the reason from a bad look, and frowned.
Probably because his dress didn't fit in the waiting room of the International Floo Network, several wizards nearby cast curious eyes.
However, Serra quickly appeared in the fireplace, and after a brief hug with Nicholas, he smiled and said, "This trip is really boring. In France, we did a little trick to stay us for half an hour."
At this moment, an untimely voice sounded nearby.
"Two gentlemen, please register here."
The staff member of the Ministry of Magic who cast a bad look at himself just now said to Albert and Sierra: "According to the regulations of the Magic Congress of the United States, all members of the American Magic Society (including citizens and tourists) are required to carry a wand permit. Certificate, please apply for a temporary certificate here."
With that said, take the two of them to the counter next to them to apply for a temporary wand permit.
Albert looked at each other, frowning slightly, because he felt that this person did not seem to be very friendly, he couldn't help but cast aside the Miss Catherine next to him, and he could probably guess what was going on.
"This man is simply sick!" he muttered.
After seeing Serra getting the wand permit, Albert heard a voice in his ear, "I'm sorry, sir, you are underage!"
Albert saw the corners of the other party's mouth slightly curled up, he couldn't help but frowned, looked at each other blankly, waiting for him to continue speaking.
"In the United States, minor wizards are not allowed to possess magic wands."
"I know, but it's America." Albert reminded.
"Yes." The man didn't deny this, and said softly, "According to the rules, I'm afraid I can't issue you a wand license. Your wand must be kept in the Ministry of Magic for the time being."
"Oh." Albert asked suddenly: "If the US Ministry of Magic loses the wand, will it compensate?"
"what?"
"I mean, if the wand placed in the U.S. Ministry of Magic is lost or damaged, will the Ministry of Magic compensate?" Albert repeated.
"We will not... lose." The man's expression was a little stiff.
"So, you won't compensate, right!" Albert said suddenly.
"If you don't want to hand over the wand to the Ministry of Magic, we might not welcome you." Carter's expression was a little weird.
"Oh, can you represent the entire US Ministry of Magic?"
"Sorry, this is the rule, please don't embarrass me." The smile on Carter's face became more hypocritical.
"You are deliberately embarrassing me." Albert directly handed Carter the wand and said calmly, "Because I didn't bring a wand at all. This is just a souvenir gift from a friend when I was in France. It's just a piece of wood that looks like a magic wand, with a signature at the end."
Finally, Carter looked at A.A from the handle of the wand. His expression became more ugly. He seemed to believe in evil, and he waved it a few more times without any effect.
Albert's wand was sent back to the UK along with the Wizard Chess championship trophy not long ago. Because he predicted something from the crystal ball last night, he sent all the magic items on his body to the UK~www.novelhall .com~ From the beginning, you have misunderstood. "Albert said calmly, "If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself." Of course, you have to apologize well afterwards. "
Seeing the other party's expression that could be checked at will, Carterby was uncomfortable after eating the flies, and the other party was obviously insisting that he could not find the wand.
Catherine looked at Carter whose cheeks became more and more distorted, and her expression became stranger.
Finally, the Ministry of Magic checked.
Albert ordered a cup of Assam tea.
At that time, the U.S. Ministry of Magic did not intend to invite him to drink tea, but was going to send them away directly.
Albert revealed a little bit that he had just won the international wizard chess tournament, and reporters returning to China would definitely be interested in his trip to the United States.
In response, the US Ministry of Magic had to pinch his nose to apologize for their rudeness.
The four of them drank black tea for half an hour before leaving in the meeting room of the US Ministry of Magic.
"Why do you do that?" Catherine asked with a frown.
"I don't think you will be seduced!" Albert said suddenly, "So, you did not see the malice in the eyes of that guy just now. I dare say that as long as I leave the wand there, I can't tell it. Carefully broken, or lost."
"As for why, of course it's because you kissed me at that time. That idiot is now dazzled by jealousy, but it's normal. Ninety percent of the people who work in the Ministry are of that kind."
"I haven't had time to teach Catherine Occlumency and Contemplation." Nicholas explained, he could see that Mr. Anderson has a high level of contemplation.
"I finally know why everyone is reluctant to come to the United States." Albert turned his head and said to Sierra: "I'm afraid I will never come to the United States again.
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