Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The next day, early in the morning.

Alexey woke up early as usual.

Glanced at the dark street outside the window. The man paused on the opened letterhead at the head of the bed. The lettermark was engraved with four vertical and horizontal traces. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be some kind of counting.

Compared with the traces behind the back and the information revealed by the strange folds of the paper, the text written on the stationery is rather simple, with only one sentence that is utterly dizzy-[These comrades can be trusted, Alexe . 】

Of course, there is a neat signature of Makarov, and the seal of Nikolaev shipyard.

"It seems that everything yesterday was not a dream." Alexey shook his head mockingly. "Frank, the fool, turned into a wizard. One person solved four agents from the United States, and he also told I said that the magic world intends to invite me to interview a cashier and a salesperson at a potato store. Even dreaming, it ’s not so funny and crazy. "

Alexis got up from the bed, his wife had already got up, and the smell of toast came from the kitchen.

After many days of continuous snow and rain weather, Alexis finally stopped, and he felt as if he had returned to the time when he had just joined the institute decades ago. The whole person was full of energy, excitement and curiosity about the unknown.

The middle-aged man put on his clothes, stuffed the stationery on the bedside into his arms, stood up and walked straight into the kitchen, looked at his wife who was still busy as usual, and a tenderness appeared in the eyes, walked over and hugged the woman gently .

"Natasha, I'm unemployed, Buderker Institute of Nuclear Physics ... has been shut down."

"I heard from Katyusha next door, if you don't have it, you won't have it. Anyway, the Institute hasn't paid a salary for a long time."

The woman stiffened, and she quickly relaxed. While continuing to look at the milk cooked in the small iron pan in front of her, she calmly asked, "What do you plan to do afterwards? Resting at home for a while is actually not bad."

"Well? How do you know that the institute hasn't paid ?! I'm not ..."

"I'm not a fool, Alexey, so many people around are cursing about the government's arrears of wages. How could it be that you alone can still get home with a normal salary every month-besides, you can't do anything good Would you like to put a salary envelope? "

"Natasha, I ..."

Alexei was slightly stunned, and he stuttered for a while.

Natasha turned her head, glanced at her husband, and stretched her finger against Alex's lips.

"Okay, sell those medals, and sell them, anyway, I think they ’re in trouble for wiping them ... Do n’t stop me here, please go back to your position, Comrade Alexey, you will return later. Get to the door to work-quietly, Luowa is still sleeping, don't wake her up. "

"Yes, yes, sir."

Alexey replied with a smile, not being tough and capable outside,

Middle-aged man sat submissively at the table, waiting for his wife to bring hot milk and toast to him.

And in another hour, his ten-year-old daughter, Danilova, is about to get up. Fortunately, in this chaotic and confused era, Moscow ’s schools are temporarily a quiet haven ... although, depression will soon spread there. .

"It may be a little late today, I'll go and find out what job I want ..."

Stood at the door, Alexe gently hugged his wife, closed the door and walked down the street.

Walking to the corner and leaving the crossroads that can be seen from the window of the hut, Alexei took the initiative to stop, sighing in the cold air, looking around left and right, as if looking for someone Figure.

"Good morning, Mr. Alexe."

"Good morning, Frank."

Still as usual, Frank in a gray cloak suddenly appeared on the street next to him, as if he had been standing there all the time, with a bag of soft bread in his elbows and a roasted sausage in his mouth, vague. Say hello to him.

"Oh, I thought you would sleep more today."

Frank tried to swallow the chew in his mouth and said with a little embarrassment, "So are you going to the Budkel Institute of Nuclear Physics first, or directly to our side? By the way, would you like a piece of bread, This was sent from the house elves, although it may be a little cold, but the taste is still good ... "

"The institute has no meaning to go, they burned all the documents last night."

Alexey sighed slightly, shook his head, and followed Frank toward the front, asking curiously.

"You just said ... elf?"

"Well, house-elves, a kind of magical creature, usually only in the ancient wizard family."

Frank waved his hand, broke apart a soft loaf, and handed it to Alexey, explaining carelessly.

"Fate is a rather complicated and huge organization, let alone a house elf. You may still see living fairies later. Well, it may not be the same as your Muggles imagined. They are all similar. The height of the child looks like an old man, which is roughly that high. Of course, Miss Teresa is also so tall. "

As he spoke, Frank thought for a moment and gestured towards his waist.

Alexe nodded thoughtfully and carefully observed the surrounding environment. It was still a familiar street. Bookstores, movie theaters, sea fish shops, and bakeries were on the roads. Strange magical creature.

"So, Miss Teresa in your mouth ... is also a goblin?"

"That's not true, Missy is a witch. In fact, this group of goblins in the Destiny Group was also rescued by Uncle Mai from the prison in Gu Ling Pao not long ago. .wuxiaspot.com ~ Unlucky ghost preparing for secret execution. "

"Guling Pavilion?"

"Well, this is the bank of the magic world."

"Your wizards still have their own banks?"

"There is only one such company, the Gulinge Wizard Bank, but to be precise it does not belong to the wizard ... The Gulinge is run and controlled by goblins, at least for now, but it may not be clear after a while Now. "

"Oh? Is that interesting?"

Alexey glanced at the young wizard who was leading the way, and hesitated for a few seconds, then said earnestly.

"However, Frank, shouldn't these messages be classified? Are you telling me something wrong? I mean, if there is a leak, will it be very troublesome for you?"

"It doesn't matter, even if I don't say that, when you take the initiative to ask later, Missy will not hide it."

Frank turned his head and returned with a big smile, replied confidently with some direction.

"Besides, a scammer like you will not leak, will you?"

Determined ... liar? !

Alexey twitched his eyebrows unclearly, and he didn't understand the meaning of Frank's words.

However, he hadn't waited for him to ask clearly.

"right here."

After a few more steps forward, Frank suddenly stopped, "We're here, Bolshevik Hammer Tavern."

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Chapter One!