Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Joseph Poincaré is the former director of the International Magic Cooperation Department of the French Ministry of Magic.

Since the death of his wife, he moved from Paris to Strasbourg to live alone in his old house on the Rhine. The wizarding war that year left countless pains and tragedies, but also made him befriend a large number of foreign wizards. Therefore, at the end of the war, he was temporarily transferred from the Auror Command to the French International Magic Cooperation Department. This loan was nearly three times. More than ten years ago, he finally announced his retirement a few years ago.

Perhaps it was a habit developed during the Wizarding War. Joseph never tried to use magic to shield his residence information.

"The Ministry of Magic and I respect everyone's privacy and rest space," the old gentleman said more than once. "But after all, there are twenty-four hours a day, don't you? If you encounter bad things at night, whether or not you Help, I have at least a cup of hot tea here—"

At the very beginning, many people thought that Joseph was a campaign for Minister of Magic to come back.

However, over time, the wizards of the French magical world began to believe the promises of the old wizard.

Whether it is a homeless wandering wizard, a monster hunter accidentally injured at midnight... When you pull the lantern hanging at the door of an old house along the Rhine in Strasbourg, there will always be a man in a nightgown. The old man opened the door and handed you a cup of warm tea in the living room.

Of course, more than just hot tea, decades of work at the Ministry of Magic have allowed Joseph to handle many things freely.

"The night watchman of Strasbourg"-this is Joseph Puencaré's new nickname after his retirement.

Many wizards even suggested that the Ministry of Magic directly establish a "night watchman" guard post.

"I personally don't think it is necessary. The French magical world has been peaceful for half a century, and we will spend another half a century."

The current minister of the French Ministry of Magic, Castell, said in an interview, “The Ministry of Magic has extremely clear and clear working hours. If we promise to work 20 hours, it will be a mess. Mr. Puengale’s approach is worthwhile. Respect, but his place should be called a'hobo, drunkard's shelter', not an official'night watchman's post'. Of course, you can also think of him as a midnight Auror—"

In fact, as Custer said, there were not many wizards who knocked on Joseph's door at night.

Most of them are wandering wizards, or the unlucky ones who were kicked out of the fight, and even the guys who came to talk to someone before the confession failed.

The only time involving the Auror’s emergency dispatch was because a drunk wizard accidentally lit his house, but before the wizards arrived at the scene, the Muggle Fire Brigade extinguished the flames first-in terms of effectiveness, The high-pressure water gun is not much worse than the clear water such as a spring.

Therefore, on this cold night, when Joseph was awakened by a rapid knock on the door, he thought it was another drunk guy who caused some trouble.

As usual, he got up from the bed, randomly found a nightgown to put on, raised the cane by the head of the bed and waved it.

The fire from the fireplace in the living room lit up silently, dispelling the darkness and cold that lingered in the room.

Joseph walked into the living room and opened the door while skillfully instructing whether the kettle should boil hot water.

"Good evening, find a warm place by the fireplace to sit first—"

The old wizard said gently without turning his head back. The old Joseph is about to celebrate his 80th birthday. Although many former subordinates and friends thought it would be dangerous for him to receive strangers in this way, he didn't think it had anything. After all, he There is nothing worth stealing in the house.

"It's too late to drink tea, Mr. Poincaré! Something has happened!"

At this moment, a panicked voice sounded behind him, which sounded a bit like...

"Frank?! Why are you here?"

Joseph turned his head subconsciously and looked at the wizard who appeared at his door in surprise.

Frank Martin, the current director of the International Magic Cooperation Department.

"There is no time to explain so much, sir, we have to contact Minister Custer and Director Bernard immediately—"

Frank said quickly, breathlessly, still wearing striped pajamas under his wizard cloak, looking like he was running all the way from Paris.

"Unbelievable-just now-just a few minutes ago, nearly a hundred British Aurors rushed into the lobby of our Ministry of Magic!-my god-you can't imagine their reason-they said they wanted to talk to us The Aurors of the Aurors converged and blitzed the Armenian magical world—this—I didn’t know anything about it before—this kind of thing is terrible—whether it's true or not—right—?"

"Calm down, Frank, first of all... are you sure you are from the British Ministry of Magic?"

"Of course! The leader of those British wizards is Cornelius Fudge, the minister of the British Ministry of Magic, my goodness-do they want to start a war secretly? What do we do now? The worst thing is that it's off work now. , I can’t get in touch except you at all..."

"I see. In any case, this is indeed a big deal."

Joseph Poincaré nodded, his expression instantly becoming serious.

As the old wizard said, he glanced at the successor who was still wearing a nightgown and slippers, frowned, waved his magic wand and summoned two sets of plush shirts from the upper closet. "But before that, you first put your clothes Well, if it involves negotiating with other Ministry of Magic, you are really embarrassed with this image now, there are many leather shoes at the door. Five minutes later, I will go to the Ministry of Magic with you to see..."

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At the same time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~UK, Crouch's bedroom.

"Master, master will wake up soon--"

Barty Crouch woke up suddenly, and it was pitch black all around.

At the very beginning, Old Crouch thought he was occasionally awakened in the middle of the night.

Then he suddenly realized that someone was pushing his shoulder cautiously in the dark and calling his name timidly.

"Go away!" He waved his arms impatiently, frowning heavily, "Sparkling?! What are you doing?!"

"Emergency letters, the owner-the Ministry of Magic, foreign countries, "Daily Prophet" all have..."

The house elf gleamed with those two big tennis-like eyes, and looked particularly apprehensive. Only then did Barty Crouch notice that she was holding several letters in her hand at this time, "Shiny didn’t want to disturb your master. But the owl keeps flying over, Shining is scared..."

Barty Crouch sat up quickly and snatched the letter from the house-elf.

"Turn on the lights," Crouch said, frowning at the pile of letters, "what the **** happened—"

Tuk tuk ——

At this moment, there was a rapid percussion outside the window.

Barty Crouch and the house elf Shiny turned their heads at the same time, and saw a fat snow-white owl anxiously hitting the Crouch’s window, and under its paw, a red letter seemed to have been It started to curl and smoke.

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