Chapter 286 8, Investing in Ghosts

Dumbledore raised his head, and the huge iron cylinder water tanks on the top of the abandoned factory were scratched with paw prints by a huge force, which shows how violently they were destroyed not long ago.

The ground was scattered with metal round pipes, lying in the mud after the heavy rain, and some round pipes were even bent ninety degrees.

Dumbledore bent down and touched the traces of violent damage on the metal tube, with a dignified expression on his face: "Alchemy and deformation?" He muttered to himself.

After a while, the broomsticks in the sky fell to the ground one after another, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic hurried towards Dumbledore. Headed by the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"Merlin Beard, what happened?"

Looking at the huge scratches and crumbling buildings, Fudge said in shock: "Could it be some kind of collective invasion by foreign black wizards?"

"Have you settled the Muggles?"

Dumbledore straightened up and asked.

An Auror beside Fudge stood up: "It's settled, many people were slightly injured, and a few were seriously injured, but fortunately no one died."

The Auror paused, and said with some confusion: "It's strange. That Thunderbird seems to be purposely flying in a remote direction, away from the crowd, and it seems to have been domesticated."

"Being domesticated, it really is someone who wants to plot against us." Cornelius Fudge narrowed his eyes, "Go, find the guy who took the Thunderbird, and he must be arrested. This kind of person will never be allowed in the UK. Reckless within the territory!"

The Aurors received the order, nodded in unison, and drew out their wands. But at this moment, Dumbledore raised his hand and stopped the Aurors from leaving: "Wait a minute."

Fudge looked at him in surprise: "What's the matter, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Nothing happened," said Dumbledore.

"Huh?" Cornelius Fudge didn't react for a while.

"I said, nothing happened!" Clean up the area, and erase the memory of the Muggles who witnessed the incident, and don't publicize it. "

"But. But"

Facing the rare tough attitude of this kind old wizard, the current Minister of Magic rubbed his hands together uneasily, his eyes wandering to and fro on his Auror. But the Aurors under him could only look at him, waiting for his statement.

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.

Dumbledore smiled, and his attitude was milder: "Minister, the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon, do you want those people in the Sports Department to be invisible to foreigners? This kind of incident that will cause panic, It's better to lock it down."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately showed a smile: "Principal Dumbledore is right, but my consideration is a bit wrong."

As he said that, he scratched his head in confusion: "Then how should we deal with this matter, if there is a huge and uncontrolled thunderbird hidden in London."

"Leave this matter to me." Dumbledore said decisively: "I believe that the professor at Hogwarts is capable enough to handle a magical creature."

"Then it will really trouble Headmaster Dumbledore."

Cornelius Fudge said with a smile, playing tricks on his subordinates. The Aurors under him nodded and retreated.

It wasn't until Dumbledore Apparated away that the muscles on Cornelius Fudge's face twitched.

after a month.

London, Soho Pub Street, night.

The air was filled with small clouds of lit cigarettes, and under the flashing neon lights, the crowd swallowed clouds and smoke in twos and threes. There are many leaflets with beautiful pictures in the phone booths on the street, all of which are young girls and their phone numbers.

In 1994, it was one of the most famous red light districts in the UK. Countless young British men will choose to come here to relax for a while after work. Especially on weekends, almost all the people gathered here are handsome men and beautiful women, very eye-catching.

Usually, at this point in the night, the streets and alleys are full of men and women in flamboyant attire, luxury cars everywhere, and people buzzing. But today, compared to the past, it is surprisingly quiet here.

The eyes of the crowd were drawn to a woman.

She seemed to be the widow Marina in "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", who was obsessed with all the men in the city. As soon as she appeared on the stage, she attracted everyone's attention.

That woman has a devil-like hot figure, 1.85 meters tall, a big wavy golden curly hair exuding a dazzling light, and her slender thighs are wearing a goose yellow super mini skirt, showing her perfect figure .

Carrying a small bag, she walked alone through the feasting streets, as if she was not a creature of this world.

You must know that most of the people who appear on Bar Street at this point are in pairs, the men have their own wingmen, and the women bring their sisters.

It is unimaginable that a good-looking woman is still alone.

The men who passed by stopped and widened their eyeballs to watch, and even whistled boldly.

And that woman never refuses anyone, as long as someone whistles at her, she will respond with a bright smile, the green eyes under the eyelids are shining with a look that makes men crazy, and there is a layer of melon seeds on her face. Light makeup, well-applied eyeshadow, and those watery red lips are extremely seductive.

A man plucked up the courage to strike up a conversation, but when he was more than one meter away from the woman, he was so dazed that he couldn't even utter a word with a smirk.

Some men even ignored the pinching and wringing of their female companions. The moment they saw that woman, they couldn't move their eyes any longer, and followed her step by step.

Gradually, a group of men quietly gathered behind the woman, and they followed the woman like puppets to a theater under neon lights.

There is a long queue at the entrance of this theater, in which there are ragged homeless people, skinny drug addicts, and all kinds of young people with hair dyed in strange colors.

They didn't know what they were waiting for, they desperately wanted to squeeze into the theater, one by one eager to see through.

And there were a few doormen at the door with their arms open, desperately trying to block these people of all kinds from all walks of life.

However, when the blond woman arrived, the large-scale commotion in the crowd stopped, and everyone stared straight at the woman.

"Not allowed in?"

The blond beauty turned her head to ask the two doormen in suits at the entrance of the theater.

One of the two doormen had a nosebleed, and the other's leg went limp, and he buckled the door latch to prevent himself from falling.

"No. Sorry. We, we haven't... not yet reached the opening point." The doorman, who didn't have a nosebleed, used a hoarse voice to maintain his sanity in front of this enchanting woman.

"I'm friends with your boss."

The woman said with a smile.

"I, our club. Just changed the boss"

"He invited me," said the blond woman.

"Is that so?"

The doorman's face was already bleeding red, he wanted to look but didn't dare to look, under the gaze of those strange green eyes, he completely forgot about any regulations, moved a body to the side, and opened the door for the woman .

"Thanks."

The blond woman said politely, and then slowly entered the theater.

As soon as she entered the theatre, the men following her, the crowd at the entrance of the theater, and the two dizzy doormen shuddered, standing motionless like electric toys that had been cut off. land. After a while, they looked at each other wonderingly, not knowing what happened.

In the theater, in the dressing room of the box on the third floor.

"ah"

Hoffa opened his mouth.

A young maid in a white dress next to him immediately bent down and fed a slice of chopped pear into his mouth, and intentionally or unintentionally rubbed the murder weapon against the young upstart's shoulder.

Ever since this young man bought the theater in full a week ago, she felt that this young man is a typical example of people who are stupid and have a lot of money. A child is enough, the maid fantasizes romantically.

Hoffa didn't realize it. He chewed the pear and looked at the large mirror in front of him that was two people tall and ten people wide. In the mirror was a strange boy.

It was a guy dressed like a black flamingo. He wore a flashy towering black feather cape on his shoulders. Under the cape was a gorgeous white suit. He had well-combed gray hair and wore a mask on his face Red sunglasses with half a face, silver Patek Philippe on the wrist, and luxurious rings on each finger on the back of the hand.

He was leaning on a wide and frightening white sofa, and behind him stood a dozen respectful men and women. One of them carried a Coke on the rocks in an elegant glass vessel. Someone was combing his hair, while someone was holding a stack of watches and reporting work quickly.

"Mr. Bach, the CEO of Dunlop wants you to meet him. If you really want to invest in sports and fashion, it's best to have an interview before making plans."

"No, why did I want to see him instead of him coming to see me!?" The gray-haired boy in the mirror said frantically, "Didn't I say buy his stock? Did you buy it?"

"You really want to buy it, it's a huge sum of hundreds of millions of pounds!" The secretary's hands trembled a little.

"Buy, why not buy," Hoffa put his legs in front of the mirror indifferently, "but I will buy everything I like."

"Yes." The man put away his documents, pulled out another document from his bag, bent over and said timidly: "Mr. Bach, Mr. Bill Gates of Microsoft, USA, rejected your suggestion."

"What?" The guy in the black flamingo coat in the mirror was stunned.

"He not only rejected your idea of ​​developing what.what.next-generation.game console, but also spoke to you, and he spoke rudely."

"He dares!!" The flamingo in the mirror became angry: "What did he say?"

"He said. He said he said that he would not cooperate with a rich second generation with unknown origins!"

"Looking for death, dare to look down on me!!! Ah"

He slapped his thigh angrily and opened his mouth. The maid beside him quickly bent down again and put a sliced ​​apple into his mouth.

"Uh-huh."

He chewed the apple in his mouth, and his eyes behind the red sunglasses shone with displeasure. The people behind were trembling, not daring to breathe. This guy who appeared inexplicably has a perverse personality, is moody, and knows nothing about business, but his salary is higher than anyone else's, which makes people dare not speak out.

I saw him crossing his legs, leaning on the sofa and thinking for a while, then took out a stock market statement from his secretary, turning over with a gloomy face.

"ha!"

He suddenly had a good idea and hooked his fingers: "Todd, come here!"

The secretary named Todd hurried forward, bent over and stood beside the gray-haired boy, and saw him pointing to a company on the watch:

"Have you seen this company called Apple, go, buy his stock, buy as much as you have!"

"Ah!" Secretary Todd was terrified: "Mr. Bach, please calm down. This company has not had any outstanding performance in the past ten years. In the past three years, they have changed three presidents in a row. Last year, their market The market share dropped from 20% to 5% within ten years.”

"Nonsense! You are the boss or I am the boss!"

The boy in the mirror yelled and interrupted his secretary, and he threw the list in his face with a grim expression: "Buy, buy, buy, if I tell you to buy it, you can buy it, let them call Jobs back quickly." Give me to develop a mobile phone!!"

"Yes Yes."

Under the violent anger, the guy in the suit sweated and picked up the list on the ground, ran out of the room in a hurry, and fled.

"Hmph, Bill Gates."

Hoffa let out a disdainful nasal voice: "Damn programmer. Ah!"

He opened his mouth again, and behind him a girl in long-legged stockings dressed as a bunny girl hurried forward, and inserted a straw into the precious glass that was supposed to hold Lafite in 1982, but now it contained ice cola. in the vessel.

I saw him biting the straw, and started smoking Coke with a displeased face. When he was smoking Coke, no one behind him dared to speak. Finally, he gulped down the half liter of Coke in one breath, sucked the bottle upside down, and let out a long belch. He turned his head and asked, "Carlson, have you found the person I asked you to find?"

Another male secretary in a suit and leather shoes stepped forward quickly.

"I can't find it, Mr. Bach." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead helplessly and aggrieved: "China is so big, and how far away is it, where can we find an English teacher named Jack Ma?"

After a pause, he showed a flattering smile: "Besides, you are talented and have a photographic memory. You don't need to be taught whether it is English or Chinese."

"Short-sighted!!"

The black flamingo, who calmed down a little after drinking Coke, became angry again, and he cursed: "Short-sighted, you british idiots, can you show some 007 spirit! Let me find it, and dig three feet. Find him for me!! If you can't find you, get out of here!!!"

Seeing that the person he was flattering didn't respond at all, instead he was yelled at, the secretary named Carlson was furious, he lowered his head and fisted.

But thinking of his monthly salary of 50,000 pounds a month, the man named Carlson took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, he showed a sweet smile: "Yes, what Mr. Bach taught is that we will help you. Find Mr. JACK Ma."

"roll!"

"good."

Carlson rolled around on the wool carpet in a panic, and then ran out of the large dressing room.

The rest of the people trembled and secretly made eye contact with each other, for fear that this perverted and young guy would come up with some inexplicable ideas.

At this time, the chilling atmosphere in the room was broken by the sound of the door being pushed.

"Mr. Bach, someone wants to see you."

A lovely Asian maid, she was fair-skinned, wearing black Lolita clothes, not tall, with cat ears, and six stripes were drawn on her face with lipstick, three stripes on the left and three stripes on the right.

"Hmm!?" The black flamingo in the mirror crossed its legs, played with its fingers, raised its eyebrows in displeasure, and made a strange sound.

"No, no, no." The poor vase intern recruited from the London talent market, who just graduated and knows nothing, pinched his legs into the hips and put his hands together: "I mean, the master wants to see you."

"That's right, hiccup~"

The flamboyant black flamingo in the mirror hiccupped and said with a wicked smile, "You annoying little fairy, who wants to see me?"