A day at Hogwarts

The horrible 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 an island in the Caribbean Sea.

It is not only the British who own private islands here, but more Americans who are close at hand.

There are two yachts and a seaplane parked on the dock of a small island. No one will come to steal the boats and planes, so no one is watching.

There is a villa not far from the dock. There are many bodyguards wearing black suits and sunglasses standing guard and patrolling around. It seems that there are some big shots inside.

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

The whole island suddenly panicked. More than a dozen bodyguards rushed to the dock, flashlights kept shining randomly on the nearby sea, M9 pistols and MP5s were all loaded and opened, and more than 20 people around the villa were also on standby.

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

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

"Splash!"

A sound of water was heard, and in the light of lightning and the fire of the yacht, three tall black shadows 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 screamed in fear, and of course there were "fuck" and "cake seller".

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

The bullets had no effect on the aliens. The bullets passed through as if they were shot in the 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 felt confused for a moment. Some people had a 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, with a red sign floating above his head and everyone around him.

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

All the bodyguards fell to the ground and died.

In the villa, the bodyguards responsible for the interior moved all the sofas, chairs and cabinets they could find to the hallway behind the door to form a bunker, and each of them aimed their guns at the door and the window next to it.

The gunshots and shouts outside the door stopped instantly, which was beyond their cognition.

Everyone was extremely nervous. They had just heard the shouts of "Alien", and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, Ridley Scott was actually playing for real?

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

All bodyguards immediately opened fire.

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

The bodyguards only brought three magazines and soon ran out of bullets.

It was 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 fight were stunned. They had never seen such a scene before, and their feet were shaking.

The hooded man raised his pistol and shot at the three people who were rushing up.

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

The remaining five people were immediately scared and collapsed. This was not a Hollywood stunt. They would rather fight with aliens than fight with this weird person.

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

At this time, someone walked out of the corridor next to him.

"Who are you?"

The man was a fat middle-aged man, wearing only a pair of underwear. He held a naked girl of 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 other middle-aged men, also wearing only underwear, holding girls hostage.

"I am Steve Rogers, Mr. Congressman."

After the man finished speaking, he raised his hand and shot the gun-holding arm of the congressman who often appeared on TV. The congressman and the girl he held hostage disappeared instantly.

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

Everyone was frightened by his sudden move to make people disappear. The middle-aged men felt familiar with his shameless blame-shifting and thought that this man was a material for politics.

Steve waved his hand holding the shield, and the five bodyguards seemed to have been hit hard and fainted.

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

The five middle-aged men breathed a sigh of relief, as they were best at making deals.

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

Then, 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 stopped at $5 million in the end. One person couldn't afford it.

Their assets are more than that, but the cash they can immediately withdraw is not that much.

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

None of them thought about calling the police or anything like that. This was an island, and they didn't know how many times they could be killed before the powerful authorities came.

Half an hour later, the phone in Steve's back pocket rang. After answering the call, the other person said, "Twenty million is here."

Steve said "Yeah" and hung up the phone.

As soon as the money arrived in the Swiss bank account, it was immediately transferred to Moscow. These people would check it out if they had the ability.

"Thank you, four gentlemen." Steve smiled and nodded.

The person who couldn't get the money out was now so scared that he collapsed on the ground, with feces and urine flowing out.

Steve said to him, "What can you say to your family that they can tell."

The man's face turned pale, and he was shaking all over. He gritted his teeth for the last time and said, "Mr. Rogers, if you can guarantee my safety, I can provide you with gold worth six million US dollars, which is 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 had been kidnapped just now were huddled together in a corner and shivering. Steve said to them: "Call the other girls quickly, and someone will take you away later."

One girl ventured to say, "There are many people living in another house."

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

After he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone, dialed a number and said in Russian: "The bugs are cleared."

The frightened girls soon gathered in front of the villa. Among the more than thirty people, the eldest was under thirty years old, most were under fourteen 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 came down with guns and ammunition and no markings on their uniforms.

Some of these soldiers spoke Russian and some Spanish.

They took away all the living people on the island, transferred them to a cargo ship on the distant sea, and then sent them to Moscow together with the people who had just been teleported by the Portkey bullet.

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

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

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 coming days."

He thought Steve was from Lubyanka like himself.

Then he added: "We found some cash, and I decided to keep it for you and put it in the living room."

Steve said, "Thank you."

After speaking, he handed back the phone he had just used. This phone relied on the base station on the distant cargo ship to be able to communicate.

This tripartite operation was initiated by him, and he contacted Moscow through Kodos Dorez, and then asked Havana for help.

According to the agreement, Charles will get half of the money obtained this time, Havana will get 40%, and Moscow will get the remaining 10% and everyone and property, preparing to make big news politically.

The island has returned to tranquility, with only the sound of waves crashing on the beach.

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

"The person was rescued and is still alive."

In a bar where Muggles gathered in Oklahoma, Lily Smith took a long breath and said happily: "Thank you, thank you so much! I'll tell his father right now!"

Charles didn't say much, hung up the phone, and threw the phone to a homeless man sleeping on the street.

This time he came over to play with Lily after finishing his business duties. He heard that a neighbor's child at Lily's ranch had been kidnapped, and the kidnappers did not demand a ransom.

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

Charles did his part to help, and finally found the island. When he found that he could not solve it and the island was of great significance, he immediately looked for support.

The old man gave a speech at the Three Broomsticks Bar a while ago, and the newspaper of the American Wizarding Society has not stopped scolding him until now. This is intolerable.

So this time he took action as a wizard, dressed in a way that could tell that he was American at a glance, mainly because he wanted to find something to do for the US government and MACUSA.

The matter will soon explode, and Charles must create an alibi.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and left Miami immediately, leaving America from Havana to East Africa to visit the annual great migration of wild animals, where there were already people helping to cover it.