The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Yuri is very busy. Being an arms dealer is a hard job, especially for a small businessman like Yuri, who can only run around to earn some hard money. Those giants also have to run around and fly around in the sky every day. They will appear wherever there is turmoil, just like the strategists during the Warring States Period, solving problems for the vulgar meat-eaters. Of course, there are also word games like Liubaili and Liuli of Shangyu, but generally speaking, most people still follow the rules. Because I don't follow the rules, I won't be able to work in this industry for a long time.

Yuri is a wonderful person. He sold Israeli Uzi guns to the Arabs and Soviet bullets to the fascists. However, he rarely sold weapons to Ben, not because of moral issues, but because his checks always bounced.

Such a person will naturally not miss any opportunity. Tom is what he considers a "curious item" and "habitable". However, after the two met at the end of July, they suddenly lost contact. Until one day in early September, Yuri received a letter from his little friend Tom, but the place where he received the letter was a bit strange, on the high seas.

The waves were rough, and a cargo ship was bumping up and down with the waves. The cargo ship itself was rusty and looked like it was old. Maybe the ship itself was older than everyone on board. Yuri is on this boat, along with his entire fortune.

Five nautical miles behind the right side of the ship, there was a small speedboat that was cutting through the waves. There were several heavily armed men sitting on the speedboat. One person standing at the bow had a short haircut, a pair of sunglasses, and put one foot on the The boat's eaves, not caring about the cold water hitting his face.

"Damn! What are you talking about? What does leaking information mean? Please explain to me what leaking information means! You want me to get rid of them? Use a cargo ship to get rid of the speedboat?" Yuri stood in the captain's cabin, holding a hand in his hand. He was yelling loudly into a satellite phone, without any of the elegance and calmness he had in London before. It’s no wonder that any arms dealer would be furious if they knew that all their belongings were being targeted by ICPO.

Yuri hung up the phone, immediately dialed another number, and asked for the name of a ship with the same tonnage as the freighter at his feet. Then, he ordered his employees to spray-paint the name on the bow of the ship and modify it. The flag hanging was also changed.

On the dinghy. "Sir, the name of the ship ahead is the Kono, not the Christo we are looking for. There is no problem with this ship."

"This ship doesn't look like there's nothing wrong with it." The burly man is ICPO's team leader Jack. He stared at the rusty hull for a while, "I want to board the ship for inspection."

A bit beyond Jack's expectation, the "Corno" stopped obediently and allowed them to board the ship for inspection. But they still dare not take it lightly, after all, the other party may be a vicious arms dealer! But things were completely different from what they thought. This was an ordinary cargo ship. Jack opened a container very dedicatedly and found that it was filled with potatoes. The potatoes were exposed to the hot tropical sun and gave off an extremely unpleasant smell.

However, this did not dispel Jack's suspicion. He originally wanted to continue the inspection, but his subordinates came to report that traces of the Christo had been found in the north - this was the role of the intelligence personnel Yuri had bribed before. So Jack immediately prepared to disembark. He looked back and suddenly saw a white dove squatting on the window edge of the captain's cabin. In his impression, pigeons were just chubby slackers living in the square, and they were two things that had nothing to do with the sea. Seeing pigeons here gave him a strange feeling in his heart. But he didn't stop. Instead, he quickened his pace. He had more important things to do.

Yuri watched the speedboat go away, holding a letter in his hand. A white pigeon was pecking at the bread on his table. The letter showed him a magnificent magical world: flying broomsticks, thousands of Ghosts that have not faded away over the years, houses born out of thin air, moving portraits and stairs...

Yuri was a little envious, envious that the child could live in the legendary magical world, but feeling the salty sea breeze and estimating the profits in the warehouse behind him, he was not that interested in the magical world anymore. Yuri sometimes wondered why Tom was willing to tell him these things. A submachine gun was not worth the price. He didn't try to get into trouble. For him, as long as the two of them could make use of each other, that was all.

He cast his eyes on the pigeon that was eating happily, and he understood that his connection with the magical world was entirely tied to this pigeon. His eyes softened and he poured another glass of water for the pigeon.

"Get me that glass of pumpkin juice, thank you."

Tom ordered a pitcher of ice-cold pumpkin juice from roommate Stephen Comfort and poured it into his own goblet. The golden plate in front of him was already piled with a rib-eye steak, a roasted lamb rib, a roasted chicken leg, a large spoonful of stew and two pieces of buttered bread. In addition to these, there were also some sausages, bacon and the like.

Not to mention anything else, the food at Hogwarts is really great, and it’s all free. It’s a paradise for foodies. Of course, the taste may be more British, and many people may not be used to it, but you can definitely sneak into the kitchen and teach the enthusiastic house elves the recipes. I believe you will soon be able to see what you want on the dining table. Wanted meals.

Tom stuffed the cold pumpkin juice and juicy beef into his mouth. He estimated that Yuri might receive his letter at noon today. He hoped to establish a relationship with the arms dealer. This Christmas, an earth-shattering event is about to happen. At that time, the future of arms dealers will be extremely bright. It's not a bad thing to get to know someone in advance.

"It's such a pity that you didn't come this afternoon." The roommates gathered together to discuss the board games they played in the afternoon. Tom swallowed the beef slowly, and then said to them: "It's okay, I also have a new game here, which is more brain-burning and exciting than the Eastern Front you played."

This sentence attracted the attention of the roommates. Tom saw that everyone was looking at him, so he briefly explained the rules of werewolf killing to them - of course the simplest roles: hunter, female, hunter, and guard.

"Prophet. Witch, hunter, guard...sounds interesting." Stephen Comfort nodded thoughtfully. He was keenly aware that this game seemed to be very brain-burning - it was really great. Yes, he likes brain-burning games the most.

"This game requires at least 6 people, and we happen to have 6. Let's go back and try it at night? Two gods, two people, and two wolves." Tom made a suggestion that made the roommates excited.