Chapter 463

Chapter 463 The Collapsed Bridge, Ask Peter for Help?!!

When Peter and his party walked over, Tonks greeted Peter with excitement, and then asked in an impatient tone, "I heard that you have the talent of Transfiguration Margus, right?" "

Peter looked at the woman who seemed to have ADHD, smiled, instantly turned into another Tonks, smiled at her, and then changed back.

"Are you talking about this?"

"Wow!"

Tonks opened his mouth wide and then said with a look of admiration,"

"You're so much better than me, I can only change my hair and face until now, and it's easy for someone else to wear." You've completely turned into someone else, that's a tough thing to say! No wonder you were able to defeat Voldemort, I heard you cut off all his arms, right? Do you have any other means? For example, "

"Nefadora, you're still on mission, don't bother Mr. York!"

The one-eyed Moody stared at the twittering Tonks and interrupted her question,

"Oh" Tonks, obviously afraid of Moody, obediently shut his mouth and shrank back, but his eyes kept looking at Peter, looking very curious.

Of course, Tonks was not the only one who was curious about Peter, and at this time, as long as the people who recognized Peter on the platform looked at him curiously with their own vague eyes, wanting to see what was strange about Peter York, who could hurt Voldemort.

Peter didn't pay attention to these eyes, and after saying goodbye to several of his friends, he teleported away directly on the platform. He now has a Phantom Shapeshifter license and can teleport away at will.

With a sound, Peter appeared directly outside the manor, and in his eyes, the manor appeared out of thin air from the empty Sloane Square, as if squeezed out, rapidly expanding and enlarging.

This was the reason why Peter had used the Bold Loyalty Spell to hide the manor, in order to prevent the Death Eaters from coming to the door to hurt his family while Peter was not there.

Back at the manor, the long-awaited aunt Christine and the housekeeper Welsh were the first to pick up Peter's wind and dust, and the house-elf Flash was also happy that Peter was allowed to have dinner.

"Since you graduated, you'll all be at home after that, right?"

Christine asked happily, "You are now an adult, you need to take over the family business, you can't always hire a professional manager to manage those industries." "

"Uh-huh," Peter explained, with a helpless wry smile, "I have accepted the invitation of the Headmaster of Hogwarts to teach magic to students as a professor next semester." "

Christine frowned and said unhappily, "Do you really want to be like those who entered the wizarding world to study, and then abandon the ordinary world and choose to integrate into the magical world?" Don't forget that you are still the owner of the York family. "

Peter smiled bitterly and quickly explained, "Aunt, you misunderstood, I have no intention of giving up the ordinary people's world." Here is my root, how could I possibly give it up.

I mean, it's safer to keep the family's property in the hands of professional managers, after all, I don't think I can do better than them.

In this way, except for the time when there is an unsolvable problem, they are still responsible for the rest of the time, and I just need to make sure that my interests are not damaged behind the scenes.

As for my work as a professor at Hogwarts, I can now go back to the phantom shape without having to live in the school, so it is equivalent to just teaching at Hogwarts during the day and coming back to rest at night. Auntie what do you think? "

Christine listened to his words, and his tight frown was slightly relaxed, but he still said worriedly: "Professional managers are still good in a short time, but if they do a long time, it is easy to promote selfishness, and they cannot be trusted." "

Hearing his aunt's concern, Peter smiled drunkenly, "Aunt, have you forgotten that I am a wizard?" When it comes to controlling people, I don't think there's anything more effective than Morfa. "

"Since these professional managers are not trustworthy, just turn them into trustworthy people."

Peter said calmly, "I have some experience in this, find time to meet them, and then even if I am an enemy, I can turn him into the most loyal person." "

Christine looked at the nephew and smiled with relief, "Now that you've figured out how to do it, do it." "

The two nephews looked at each other and smiled, and Peter took a bottle of wine from the small bag with the traceless stretching spell, smiled and said, "This is the honey wine of the magical world, it has a very fragrant flavor, aunt you taste." "

After spending half a month in comfort on the manor, Peter had thought that the rest of the day would be like this. Peter received a phone call, and when he heard the words inside, his brow gradually tightened, and after a few words in reply, Peter hung up.

"What's wrong? Who's calling? "

Christine was lying on the couch watching TV, turning her head and asking.

"Auntie, you can tune to Channel 3 to take a look."

Peter said.

Christine's face was puzzled, but he did it anyway. I saw that the TV was reporting the collapse of a bridge, and in the video screen, the bridge seemed to have been overturned by a huge force, directly broken into two pieces, and many vehicles on the bridge were all planted in the sea. Although efforts are being made to rescue them, it is obvious that the people in these cars have little hope of survival.

"Oh my God, didn't this bridge last less than 10 years?" When experts said it could last at least 100 years, how did it collapse now? And it's so weird? Could it be a hurricane? "

Christine looked at the report on the TV and exclaimed.

Peter frowned at this moment, in his eyes, in the video, but a dozen wizards who had turned into black smoke had collapsed the bridge. And with Peter's keen eyesight, he clearly saw that the wizards still had skull masks on their faces, and their faces were wanton, and they regarded human life as if they were nothing.

Logically, Voldemort's elite Death Eaters were all almost solved by him, where did these Death Eaters come from? Peter was very confused.

"Peter, you haven't answered me yet, who just called you?"

Christine suddenly remembered and asked.

"It was the queen who called."

Peter said.

"The Queen? What did she call you to do? "

Christine asked with a puzzled face.

"It's the report of the collapse of the bridge you just read, and there are traces of wizards in it." The Prime Minister contacted me through the Queen and wanted to invite me to see the scene, whether it was the wizard who did eryan er peter said. "

"What about your opinion?"

"Of course I'm going, but the queen gave me a big gift, and looking at her face, I have to come forward."

Peter said, but then his eyes flashed, "And I want to know something." "