Vol 2 Chapter 732: It stands up

This 8-liter Bentley finally stopped in front of a towering building. A bearded man in a white shirt that was ironed perfectly stood on the steps, looking impatiently at his hand. His plain quartz watch, a black suit jacket was placed on the elbow of his arm. Beside him stood a slightly smaller middle-aged lady with long brown hair. She wears a pair of gold glasses. Except for the quartz watch of the same style as her husband, she only has a pair of pearl studs on her ears as decoration. She wears a navy blue professional suit skirt. Each button of the suit jacket is Buckle meticulously and step on a pair of thick white high heels.
Mr. and Mrs. Crevat were erect, and raised their chins slightly when Allen closed the car door and walked towards them. Mrs. Crevat's eyelids were half drooped, and her eyes with only a slit were slowly looking from top to bottom. To Allen. Seeing Allen's white hair and unusually pale skin, Mrs. Krivart's lips were tightened-at a young age, it might be albinism.
The Klivat and his wife both glanced at each other and sighed at the same time. Their daughter Penello’s career could not be told to relatives and friends. She was secretly laughed at. Now she has found a boyfriend who is not only so much younger than her, but also a freak. They showed up at home at the same time and were seen by others. One can imagine what those people would say.
But when Mr. Bearded Krivart glanced at the 8-liter Bentley that Allen was driving, he nodded slightly.
"Father, mother, this is Alan Harris." Penello, who got out of the co-pilot, tidied up his clothes, introduced Alan, who had already been on the steps, to his parents, and then confronted Ai with a certain stereotype. Len introduced her parents, "Allen, this is my father Felipe Krivart and my mother Letizia Roccasorano Krivart."
"Hello, Mr. Harris." Mr. Kriwatt offered his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Crevat." Allen leaned forward slightly, holding each other's hand, and both hands shook slightly.
Mrs. Crevat didn't mean to shake Alan's hands, but barely nodded in greeting. The corners of her eyes were raised, the corners of her lips were drooping, and her lips were pressed tightly. Judging from her face, Allen felt that this lady might be stricter than Professor McGonagall, and she might be very difficult to deal with.
"Time is tight, let's go." Mr. Kriwatt looked at his watch again. Penello frowned, and Allen opened the car door and made a please gesture.
When Mr. Klivat stepped into the car with one leg, he couldn't help stopping his pace in the car, and Mrs. Klivat behind him pushed him: "Hurry up, Felipe."
But instead of getting in, Mr. Krivat stepped back a little bit surprised, and carefully looked up and down again at the classic car in front of him, and then stepped into the car again in a daze and silently.
When Mrs. Crevat also got in through the car door with the help of her daughter, she was stunned by the sight in front of her. The classic car, which didn't seem to have a lot of space on the outside, seemed to have become a motor home. The space in the car is quite comfortable and spacious, even enough for several people to lie down.
The classic car moved forward steadily on the road again. On a trail with no one in front and back, the car suddenly bounced like something out of thin air. Suddenly, a bit of cold breath caused everyone in the car to exclaim.
"What's that? Did we hit something?" Mr. Krivat looked out the window nervously, but did not see any foreign objects on the road.
"Uh... sorry..." Allen glanced back in the right rearview mirror. "Don't worry about Mr. Crevat, it's okay, it's standing up, it's a dementor."
"You hit something? One shot? I didn't have anything..." Mr. Krivat stopped asking, because he saw his daughter leaning out the window and pointing to the car with her little stick, and then the silver light flashed. Together with the cold inside the car, it has disappeared.
"I'll notify Director Josephine." Penello, who retracted his wand, pressed his collar, and then said to Allen: "These ugly things are quite clever. Although they have betrayed the Ministry of Magic, they still know that they only eat emotions. Use Dementor's Kiss to prevent the Ministry of Magic from focusing its energy and attention on them."
Allen nodded: "Before we and the mysterious people really understand the form, these crazy guys still take care of it."
A female voice broke the conversation of the wizards. Letizia, who felt fooled, looked at the cab and said, "Mr. Allen Harris, please forgive me... but your age... do you have a driver's license? If not, once stopped by the police, it will probably be delayed for a long time."
"Mother, please rest assured. Allen can drive. Just now it was just a little monster. You can't see them if you don't have magical powers." Allen hadn't answered yet. Penello, who was sitting in the co-pilot, suppressed his anger. She replied stiffly, she could hear the indifference and alienation of her mother in a polite tone.
Allen still looked at the road ahead. He held one hand on the steering wheel and calmly touched the Muggle Deportation Curse button of the car.
"The police will not notice us if the Muggle expulsion spell is imposed on the car, let alone let us stop for inspection." Penello's explanation made her parents stunned for a moment, and the couple looked at each other. , Frowned at the same time.
"In other words, Mr. Allen Harris has not obtained his driver's license... In this case, I suggest that we better change the car or let Felipe drive. I have no intention of disrespectful of Mr. Allen Harris. , It’s just that I think even wizards should abide by the traffic rules..." Mrs. Krivat leaned forward and supported the back of the front seat, her tone serious and restrained.
Mr. Krivat held his wife who spoke faster and faster,
Mr. Harris, I think Letizia’s words are not unreasonable. It’s better to park on the side of the road and change for me. I have a driver’s license, I think Compliance with laws and regulations is our citizen’s duty. Please forgive me. Where is our current destination? It’s our human place..." Felipe was a little worried that the boy and daughter in front of him would take them to the couple. Their freaks concentrated on tasting those weird "foods".
"Muggles can't care about wizards! Wizards are not a'citizen'!" Penello, who felt that he had been restrained for a long time, couldn't help blurting out. Allen held the steering wheel with one hand and the other. Nello patted gently to comfort, Penello frowned and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She leaned back in the chair obediently and relaxed her rigid body.
Allen directly turned on the car's flight mode, and the car lifted off the ground. Mr. Krivat and his wife instantly grabbed the armrest in the car and watched the car climb higher and higher in horror. They saw clearly someone looking out the window in the towering office building next to them, but they seemed to ignore the car they were riding in the sky, and no one was surprised. The couple felt the slight sense of weightlessness, but the flight was more stable than usual. The car was very quiet, and they could even hear each other's breathing more rapidly than before.
"Sorry, Mr. Crevat, Mrs. Crevat, but I think we can't be considered driving on the road in this way. I have a license issued by the wizarding community. This should not be considered a violation of the law, whether it is Muggle It’s still a wizard—As for our destination, don’t worry, it belongs to Muggle’s place, which you all know, but please allow me to keep it secret first.
Alan smiled and pointed to the car windshield. A Ministry of Magic icon posted on ~EbookFREE.me~ deliberately ignores the fact that it would violate the flight control regulations if strictly calculated.
The Klivat and his wife looked at each other. These methods beyond Muggle's understanding left them speechless for a while, and the atmosphere in the car fell silent again.
Allen saw a depressed and angry couple through the rearview mirror of the car, and took the initiative to find a topic to ease the atmosphere: "Mr. Crevat, I heard Penello talked about your profession as a lawyer. I heard that this is a lawyer. Occupation has a great status in Muggle society and is quite respected. This is similar to the situation in the wizarding world. In addition, speaking of occupations, Penello’s Auror works in the wizarding world... well... probably the Auror is equivalent Agents in the Muggle society have very high requirements for wizards, and can even be said to be harsh, so often only very good wizards can become Aurors."
Hearing Allen’s compliments, the Kriwatts remained silent. They worked hard to become well-known lawyers. This is what they are most proud of. However, their obedient and sensible daughter suddenly suddenly appeared when she was ten. The rebellious must go to some magic school to learn to be a witch. After graduation, he actually worked as an agent in the magic world. Whenever neighbors, relatives, friends and colleagues ask about Penello’s graduation college and her career, two Individuals can only perfuse themselves, which makes them feel very embarrassed, and the conflict with their daughter has not been alleviated, and what makes them even more annoyed is that they have no way with Penello.
Mrs. Letizia Crivat is depressed. Penello once said about Ellen’s age, so she hasn’t graduated from Hogwarts yet, so she crossed her hands on her knees and raised her brows. Sharp-eyed and knowingly asked: "Speaking of occupation, Mr. Allen Harris, please forgive me, what is your occupation?"