NABC Chapter 103 Julia and Nava
Chapter 103 Julia and Nava
Chapter 103 Julia and Nava
"Yes, yes, Mr. Minister, and there's also Miss Julia's matter—"
Auror, who came to report on his work, was somewhat helpless. He said that the minister and his daughter had a good father-daughter relationship, but they hadn't found his daughter, and there was no response to such a big matter.
It's hard to say whether their father-daughter relationship is bad. After learning that Miss Julia was searching for evidence alone, the minister hurriedly arranged for people to intercept her, fearing that something terrible might happen if she was late.
This abstract father-daughter relationship could easily be included in the "Grand Prize for the Study of Wizarding Family Behavior".
When his subordinate mentioned his daughter, Benjamin Wilkinson stood up and paced back and forth behind his desk, frowning. "You didn't find any trace of her?"
"Miss Julia has not been found."
"Are you sure she didn't learn the location of the incident from you?" Benjamin asked again.
"Minister, you can rest assured. Everyone who knows the address has signed a confidentiality agreement, so even if they wanted to tell, they couldn't," Auror said firmly. Only now was it necessary to do everything possible to distance himself from the situation.
To avoid having one of your own people take the blame for something terrible later on.
Then they accuse them of dereliction of duty.
Forget about his professional career, even his wizarding career might be over. Perhaps feeling insecure, the Auror added, "Minister, the confidentiality agreement was drafted under your supervision, and everything went through your hands."
The implication is clear: you were in charge of everything, you handled everything, so if anything goes wrong, it's solely your problem.
It has nothing to do with us who just follow orders.
Upon hearing this, Benjamin Wilkinson's face darkened.
The corners of his eyes and mouth twitched slightly, and the wrinkles on his brows were filled with resentment and anger. If this resentment and anger could materialize, it would be enough to drown the entire Magic Council.
Auror noticed the minister's expression, but he remained calm. After all, his own future was more important than the minister's pleasant demeanor.
Moreover, he himself is a descendant of the Twelve Aurors, his surname is MacDuff, and his family also wields considerable influence within the Magical Congress, so he has no need to curry favor with the Minister of Security.
"Very well, you can leave now, Mr. McDuff!" Benjamin said coldly.
"Of course, as you wish, Mr. Wilkinson!" Auror replied politely, then left the office.
As he walked out of the office, he thoughtfully turned back and said, "Mr. Wilkinson, I believe Miss Wilkinson must be in real trouble. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been unable to hear from her until now."
"Thank you for reminding me, I think I understand now."
After you finished speaking, Benjamin watched the Auror leave, and then you slammed your hand on your desk.
"They have absolutely no respect for their superiors; it's outrageous!"
"And Julia, where on earth did she go?!"
"Sister Nawa, what does your family do?"
At the entrance to the manor, Julia inquired.
After watching Nava Morgan's supposed backflip cat, Julia felt a bit sore in the back and weak in the legs.
But she discovered that Nava was a great storyteller, able to tell all sorts of wonderful and magical stories from a Muggle's perspective with remarkable vividness.
So during the day she listened to Nava's stories, and at night she secretly used Apparition to explore the places mentioned in the stories.
Several days passed until one morning when Nava asked several servants to pack her luggage.
Julia: Are you going home?
Nava: Yes, I'm going home. Would you like to come with me to visit my home?
"I'm enduring this humiliation to investigate the situation," Julia convinced herself with this reason.
Then she noticed the extended limousine driving into a magnificent, opulent estate.
Aside from lacking the grandeur and mystery of the Magic Council, the manor's splendor and exquisite craftsmanship are almost like a wizard's architecture.
So Julia couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing, I'm not that capable. I just lend money out with my family," Nava said with a smile, putting her arm around Julia as they walked into the manor.
Julia's mind flashed through a series of vicious debt collection cases that had occurred in the magical world. Basically, all of these cases ended up resorting to violence, causing extremely bad consequences.
She often argued with her father at home about whether wizards could freely cast spells.
Each time, her father would use such cases to deflect her criticism, or rather, to argue that wizards' right to cast spells was a threat to the magical world.
Seeing the mixture of fear and surprise on Julia's face, Nava quickly said, "It's not the kind of street gang lending you're imagining. It's just that our family is in the financial industry and has some economic dealings with some corporations and governments."
She thought the girl in her early twenties would understand her explanation, since girls from the Bald Eagle family are incredibly precocious these days and have a thorough understanding of so-called matters and society.
However, Julia felt that she could understand each word Nava said individually, but she couldn't understand what it meant when they were put together.
This is just too much! Looking at Naughty's expression, Nava Morgan even thought that this little girl would be sold out and would still help the seller count the money.
"By the way, who's in your family? What do they do? You can't stay here with me forever. Stay for a while, then I'll send you home," she said. After all, trafficking girls isn't a good business, and she needed to get the consent of the girl's parents first.
"Ah? My family has my father—" Julia hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to describe her father's profession.
Because through their time together, she realized very clearly that Morgan didn't believe in the existence of wizards at all. Even though she was good at telling wizard stories, she was just telling stories from a storytelling perspective.
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and came up with an excuse.
"Well, Sister Nava, my father is in charge of some security work, but I can't go into the specifics."
"It's inconvenient to say, is that alright? Could it be one of those special departments under Congress?" Nava Morgan raised an eyebrow, wondering if she had fallen for a honey trap.
On second thought, it seemed impossible.
Although the Bald Eagle family is known for its shady dealings, they would never assign such a naive young girl to work close to a conglomerate.
Moreover, he wasn't one of Morgan's core members.
Those high-ranking officials from the United States have absolutely no need to focus their energy on themselves.
With that in mind, Nava Morgan felt relieved: "In that case, little sister, you can stay here for a while, and I'll take you home whenever your father has time to contact you, okay?"
"Ah? — Well then." Julia thought it was more likely that her father had sent someone here and used a forgetting spell, in which case her affectionate older sister Nava wouldn't remember her at all.