Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 419 Find them something to do

The terrible weather in the UK makes many people yearn for the sunshine in the south. Many people go to the Mediterranean for vacation. The rich will choose the Caribbean Sea, and the very rich can buy a small island in the Caribbean Sea.

It's not just the British who own private islands here, but more so the Americans who live nearby.

There were two yachts and a seaplane parked at the dock of a small island. No one would come to steal the boats or planes, so no one was watching them.

There is a villa not far from the pier. There are many bodyguards wearing black suits and sunglasses standing guard and patrolling around it. It seems that there is some important person inside.

As the sun set over the sea and the last ray of sunlight disappeared, three balls of fire exploded on the dock, illuminating the entire day.

The whole island was suddenly in a panic. More than a dozen bodyguards rushed to the dock, shining their flashlights at the nearby sea. M9 pistols and MP5s were all loaded and the safety was turned off. More than people around the villa were also on high alert.

At this moment, a huge dark cloud appeared in the clear night sky, covering the entire dock. Lightning struck down, accurately hitting everyone around the dock.

The lightning was so powerful that all the bodyguards fell to the ground with screams.

"Wow!"

There was a sound of water, and amidst the light of lightning and the fire of the yacht, three tall dark figures walked out of the sea.

Three aliens walked onto the dock and headed towards the villa.

The bodyguards in front of the villa were stunned at first, and then let out a scream of fear, naturally including "Fuck you" and "Cake seller".

The fierce gunshots echoed far away on the dark sea. The men in black pulled the trigger at the aliens while shouting to the bodyguards in other directions to gather for support.

The bullets had no effect on the aliens, the bullets passed through them as if they were hitting water. They seemed unaffected and walked towards the bodyguards step by step.

All the bodyguards kept pulling the trigger in fear. One bodyguard's pistol ran out of bullets and he subconsciously threw the gun over.

A red light came from the side of the crowd, and everyone suddenly felt confused. Some people had particularly strong willpower and quickly came to their senses. They turned around and saw a man wearing a star-spangled tights and a hood standing there. A red sign was floating above his head and the head of everyone around him.

A rainbow shot out from the wooden stick in the hooded man's hand, jumping back and forth among the crowd.

All the bodyguards fell to the ground and died.

Inside the villa, the bodyguards in charge of the interior moved all the sofas, chairs and cabinets they could find to the hallway behind the gate and piled them up to form a shelter, with each of them aiming their guns at the gate and the windows next to it.

The gunshots and shouting outside the door stopped instantly, which was beyond their understanding.

Everyone was extremely nervous. They had just heard the cry of "Alien" and couldn't help but wonder, was Ridley Scott serious?

The doorbell suddenly rang three times, the door was pushed open, and a man wearing a star-spangled tights, a hood, and holding a round shield in his hand walked in.

All the bodyguards opened fire immediately.

But for some reason, they seemed to be controlled. Everyone shot at the shield with the colors of the American flag, and no one thought of shooting his feet.

The bodyguards only had three magazines and they quickly ran out of bullets.

It's just that the shield looked as bumpy as the surface of the moon, but it recovered in the blink of an eye.

The three bodyguards who wanted to go up for a fight were stunned. They had never seen such a scene before and their legs were shaking.

The hooded man raised his pistol and shot each of the three people who were about to rush over.

The three men did not fall to the ground in response, but disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The remaining five people were immediately frightened and collapsed. This was not some Hollywood stunt. They would rather fight the aliens than this weird person.

"Gentlemen," the hooded man said without any warmth in his tone, "if you don't want to disappear without a trace like those three gentlemen just now, you'd better do as I say."

At this time, someone came out from the corridor next to him.

"who are you?"

The man who came was a fat middle-aged man wearing only a pair of underwear. He held a naked girl of about 11 or 12 years old in one hand and pointed a gun at the girl's head with the other hand. The girl's body kept twisting.

Behind him were five middle-aged men, also wearing only underwear, holding girls hostage.

"I'm Steve Rogers, Senator."

After the man finished speaking, he raised his hand and shot the congressman who often appeared on TV in the gun-holding arm. The congressman and the girl he held hostage disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Steve said sadly: "Poor girl, you killed her and threw her into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Everyone was frightened by his sudden action of making people disappear. The middle-aged men felt familiar with his shameless shirking of responsibility and thought that this man was destined to be a politician.

Steve waved his shield-holding hand, and the five bodyguards fainted as if they had been hit hard.

He said, "Gentlemen, how about we make a deal?"

The five middle-aged men breathed a sigh of relief, as what they were best at was trading.

Steve smiled and said, "There are five of you. If you transfer money to my bank account immediately, I promise that the four people with the highest bids will not disappear like the congressman."

Next, he saw the efforts made by the capitalists to save their lives.

The offer went from $100,000 to the million-dollar level, but it finally stopped at $5 million. One person couldn't afford it. Their assets were more than that, but they didn't have that much cash to pay immediately.

There was a satellite phone in the living room that could contact the United States. The four people who could afford $5 million immediately called back and used all kinds of excuses to transfer money to the Swiss bank account provided by Steve.

None of them thought of calling the police or anything like that. This is an island, and they didn't know how many times they would be killed before the law enforcement agencies arrived.

Half an hour later, the phone in Steve's waist bag rang. After answering it, the other end said, "Twenty million has arrived."

Steve said "hmm" and hung up the phone.

As soon as the money arrived at the Swiss bank account, it was immediately transferred to Moscow, and these people would investigate it if they had the ability.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Steve nodded with a smile.

The man who couldn't pay the money is now so scared that he collapses on the ground, with shit and urine all over his body.

Steve said to him, "What do you have to say for them to pass on to your family."

The man's face turned pale and he was shaking all over. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Rogers, if you can guarantee my safety, I can provide you with $6 million worth of gold. It's in my bank vault."

Steve curled his lips and nodded in agreement.

Then he waved his hand, and the five people fell unconscious at the same time.

The girls who were held hostage were huddled together in a corner, shivering. Steve said to them, "Call the other girls over quickly. Someone will take you away soon."

One girl ventured to say, "A lot of people live in the other house."

Steve said, "I know the guards there have been killed. Go and call them over."

When he was done, he pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and said in Russian, "The bugs have been cleared."

The trembling girls soon gathered in front of the villa. Among the more than 30 people, the oldest was less than 30 years old, most of them were less than 14 years old, and there were two little boys.

Half an hour later, a large number of assault boats landed on the island, and a group of soldiers armed with live ammunition and without any insignia on their uniforms came down.

Some of these soldiers spoke Russian and some spoke Spanish.

They took away all the living people on the island, transferred them to a cargo ship far out at sea, and then sent them to Moscow along with the people who had been teleported there by the portkey bullet.

Some Russian-speaking professionals conducted a thorough search of the island and found a large amount of documents, photos, videos and other materials.

Before retreating, a Spanish-speaking officer saluted Steve and said, "Mr. Rogers, you are the most just American I have ever met."

Steve replied, "Thank you. Say hello to Comrade Castro for me."

Then a short Russian-speaking officer came over and said to Steve, "Please be careful in the days ahead."

He thought Steve was from the Lubyanka like himself.

Then he added, "We found some cash, and I'll leave it for you in the living room."

Steve said, “Thank you.”

After he finished speaking, he returned the phone call, which could only be made through a base station on a distant cargo ship.

He was the one who initiated this tripartite operation, contacted Moscow through Kodosdorez, and then asked Havana for help.

According to the agreement, Charles would get half of the money, Havana would get 40%, and Moscow would get the remaining 10% along with all people and things, preparing to make big news in politics.

The island returned to tranquility, with only the sound of waves hitting the beach.

Charles showed up in Miami, pulled out another one, dialed a number, and was instantly connected.

"The person has been rescued and is still alive."

In a bar full of Muggles in Oklahoma, Lily Smith let out a long sigh and said happily: "Thank you, thank you so much! I'll go tell his father right away!"

Charles hung up the phone without saying anything and threw the phone to a homeless person sleeping on the street.

This time he came to visit Lily after finishing his business. He heard that the child of a neighbor on Lily's ranch had been kidnapped and the kidnappers did not demand a ransom.

Lily wanted to use magic to help find it, but was warned by the Magical Congress of the United States.

Charles helped without hesitation and finally found the island. When he realized that he could not solve the problem and that the island was of great significance, he immediately sought support.

The old man gave a speech at the Three Broomsticks a while ago, and the newspapers of the American wizarding community have not stopped scolding him until this moment. This is intolerable.

So this time he acted as a wizard, dressed in a way that made it obvious that he was an American, mainly because he wanted to find something to do for the US government and the Magical Congress of the United States.

This matter will soon escalate and Charles must create an alibi.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and left Miami immediately, leaving America from Havana and going to East Africa to watch the annual wildlife migration. There were already people there to help cover him.

(End of this chapter)