Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Are you really Hogwarts students?"

Camilla was whispering to Hermione as Ciel checked around the van.

"You don't know."

Camilla was tall, with a charming face, but a tough temperament. Even if Hermione drank the aging potion and pulled her figure back to her twenty-year-old height, she was still a whole head shorter than Camilla.

The style lines of the two are different. Camilla's face and temperament can be seen as a woman with a story. Even if there is no story, a story will happen soon.

Hermione is a well-behaved beauty, her temperament is not outstanding, but she is very comfortable, a bit like the salty but sweet young lady who is more popular on the Internet later.

"What are you doing?"

Aisha's voice suddenly appeared in Charles' ear.

Charles, who was comparing Hermione and Camilla horizontally, was almost shocked, but fortunately, his excellent professionalism made him calm down quietly.

He doesn't know what's going on, but he compares it inexplicably, it's a disease, and only magic medicine can cure it.

"Clear the ghost."

Charles said with a feigned annoyance.

"I thought you should be at the racecourse by now."

Elsa's tone was cold.

Since she almost lost control last time, she has been deliberately keeping calm, and her external performance is much colder than before.

"Not your good sister yet."

"I ran into a ghost van on the way, and she insisted on kindly saving people."

"Women in the new era must be brave and kind."

Jasmine was sipping jasmine milk tea, slipped Laya to appear beside Aisha, and took over the conversation.

"And self-reliance."

Ciel gave her a sideways glance. Compared to Aisha who lost control from time to time and had to support the cold queen Fan, Jasmine's personality was very stable, that is, a strong woman who became more and more self-reliant.

"An old woman who lived in the fairy tale world of the Middle Ages is not a woman of the new era."

Jasmine showed a bright smile at Charles, then lowered her head and stroked the head of her big pet tiger.

"Bite him, Raya!"

She pointed at Charles.

………………

"Are you pure-blood wizards?"

The atmosphere between Hermione and Camilla was quite awkward, probably due to same-sex repulsion, the two had different temperaments and styles, but their looks were not bad.

Camilla admired Shire. This little boy was not what she imagined. At this age, he only knew how to talk loudly, or to attract girls by showing off like a peacock.

Maybe even better than herself at this age.

At least if she hadn't graduated, she would have no strength to resist when she met this ghost.

Appreciating Shire does not mean appreciating Hermione. On the contrary, there seems to be no common topic between the two. Hermione, who knows everything, should have many problems, such as what is the difference between American wizards and British wizards, and their magic schools. What is it like and so on.

But probably because she was too embarrassed to express her curiosity with the appearance of a mature version of herself, Hermione also remained silent, feeling a little awkward in the atmosphere, and Camilla had to find a topic again.

Her question stunned Hermione.

When she first entered the magic world, she might not have any concept of bloodlines, but after studying at Hogwarts for two years, even with Shire, a friend of Slytherin, Gryffindor and Slytherin usually have nothing to do with each other. The small friction, she is also visible at any time.

Although the feeling is not so deep, but also know the conflict between pure blood and hemp mixed blood.

This is a very sensitive issue.

"no."

"I'm a bitch wizard, and he's a half-breed."

Hermione said in a very thoughtful tone.

"oh."

Then Camilla only returned one oh.

Hermione:?

Oh what do you mean.

Hermione couldn't figure out the routines of American wizards, so she was ready to be looked down upon by witches.

"What are you two talking about, so happy."

Charles came over at this moment.

"Which eye of yours sees the two of them happy?"

Hearing his laughing question, the little witty Le Pui asked with a rather playful smile, and Charles pressed her face and pushed her head aside.

Of course, Camilla couldn't hear the synesthesia communication between several people.

"What did you find?"

"The van in 1982 has been discontinued. Most of the ghosts like to linger in the places where they were active during their lifetime. You can find the suspects of the serial kidnappers twenty years ago."

"Height 1.95 meters, Caucasian, male, 30 to 40 years old."

"How do you know he's a white male and his age?"

Camilla was amazed.

It's not surprising that Charles could see the history of this No-Maj vehicle. Camilla often had contact with No-Maj because of her work. In fact, she knew quite a lot about the No-Maj world.

But it is inconceivable to be able to tell the identity and age. I just glanced in shock, and I can only see that the ghost is a well-dressed human being. Except for the height, there are no other clues at all.

It's amazing that this guy can come to this conclusion.

Behavior, movement, and physical fitness can be profiled, and conclusions can be drawn, but more importantly, Ciel knows the background story of this dungeon.

Not surprisingly, its identity should be the first generation of Nightmare, also a serial killer, an old-timer in American urban legends, and the old-timer is worthy of being an old-timer, the conscience of the industry, even if he dies, he will do his best.

But Ciel didn't bother to explain so much, he wandered around the van to see if he could trigger the night demon copy.

The dungeon won't drop anything of value, but the small items commonly used by killers are also very interesting, and they are also good for self-defense for princesses.

"Just take a look and you'll know."

So Charles replied perfunctorily.

But Camilla is quite satisfied with this answer. She likes such a straightforward man. Of course, it must be under the premise of strength.

Camilla also wanted to chat with Shardo. Although Shire was not a pure blood, but to be honest, British wizards, even if they were mixed blood, had a much longer family history than American wizards. Camilla Do not dislike.

Neither of them mentioned the fact that Charles taught magic. Although spells and knowledge are rare, most wizards actually don't value them.

Just like most people in this world are bastards, it's enough to just barely graduate and be able to live, why bother to work so hard every day.

Camilla wants to learn new knowledge, she is an Auror, she is afraid of death.

But most people don't think so, and Camilla knows it too.

There are many Aurors who just dawdle every day. Apart from being fairly proficient in the Disarming Curse and Iron Armor Curse, they don't even know how to use the Blazing Curse.

People are living very well.

Everyone is different.

But Shire has no intention of chatting with Camila. It’s not that he doesn’t like Camilla. Shire actually wants to make friends with her. Of course, it’s definitely not because Camilla has the face and figure of Aisha Gonzalez. , purely because, as the future Auror director of the Magical Congress of America, her strength is absolutely first-class.

She will definitely be useful in future witch wars.

But Shire is in a hurry now, if he procrastinates, maybe the racecourse will be off work.

In addition, Hermione is still here. Charles has confidence in his wit and handsomeness. He is sure to get acquainted with Camilla in a short period of time, but to show his witty and handsome in front of Hermione, Doesn't something seem quite right?

The reason Shire gave them to come to the United States to find a job was to find a job. Camilla volunteered to recommend the two Auror positions, but Shire had already contacted someone else and temporarily rejected her.

Hastily leaving a contact information, Charles decided to talk about it later.

He was afraid that Hermione would be bored waiting, look, he is so caring!

………………

Farewell to Camilla, being delayed by the man-eating van, hurrying, and by the time Charles and Hermione arrived at the Sagator Racecourse, it was already dusk.

However, the person in charge of Sagator is still waiting for them. Charles did not lie, he did contact the racecourse in advance.

For the racecourse, this is also a rare big business. They usually maintain the stables of those local tyrants. Although they earn a lot of money, it is not as big as this business.

This big customer wants to buy a herd of horses. Although he didn't say what will happen after buying the herd of horses, is it possible that he can kill them and eat them? It must be raised, this is another foster fee, can this business not be big.

Charles and Hermione didn't show up, and the person in charge of Sagatoll was actually the most anxious, for fear that the other party would suddenly cancel and the big business would disappear.

Seeing that the two of them really came, how could they care about being late, as long as they came!

"You must be Monsieur Diamo. I have been looking forward to you for a long time."

When the person in charge of Sagator saw Ciel, he immediately smiled and trotted up to meet him.

"Hello."

Charles took the other's hand and shook it.

"I'm sorry, there was some delay on the way, what should I call it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Just call me Elleton."

Elleton didn't care about these little things at all, and he smiled brightly.

"I have contacted our fastest plane for you, you can wait for a while, and you can take the plane with me to our ranch."

"There, you can see the most handsome and best horses in the world."

"this way please."

He made a gesture.

The other party was so active and responsible, and even called a private jet. Of course, it was because Charles paid a deposit. He got a lot of money from Bond, and the funds were abundant. Otherwise, without the deposit, the other party might not talk about the plane Just take this list as a prank.

After all, such things as buying horses are still rare nowadays.

Charles and Hermione followed Elton to the reception room, but at this moment, Charles suddenly heard the sound of arguing in the small open-air horse farm on the other side.

"How could you treat my chestnut like this!"

"It's very well behaved!"

"Sorry ma'am, but your next foster care payment never arrived, so.."