Sherlock walked through the dim corridor and came to the door that looked like a warehouse.
He knocked on the door politely and rhythmically, but did not get any response.
Sherlock then waited for thirty seconds.
After a few seconds, he continued to knock on the door, a second time, and a third time.
When the other party was sure that he was knocking on the office door, there was a sound of people packing things away from inside.
"I'm so sorry."
The door opened and a well-dressed middle-aged man opened, but the office inside was very messy.
Sherlock even saw the food delivery packages from fast food restaurants piled on the floor.
There were even leftover KFC red bags.
Chicken wings and fried chicken nuggets.
There was a sweet and greasy smell of frying in the office, which reminded Sherlock that he had come to an oil shop.
"I'm really sorry.
I thought at first that it was someone else doing that kind of thing next door, making a thumping sound.
There is a wooden bed that is not very strong in the room next door, because it is relatively quiet in the embassy. , so staff often go to the next door to flirt.
The sound of the wooden bed hitting the wall is very similar to the knocking on the door, and I get annoyed every time."
The other party explained nonchalantly that he was ashamed of the dirty and messy environment in the office.
In fact, such an environment could be solved immediately with a clean spell.
His wand was white, probably made of birch wood.
The magic wand was placed next to the fried chicken bag, which caused a layer of oil on the outside of the magic wand.
Sherlock knew he was in the right place when the other party took out his wand.
"Clean" the other party just waved the wand and said two words.
He immediately paused, as if he braked suddenly.
Then he choked on his saliva, coughed, and his face turned red.
"Ahem, before that, I want to know, are you here for something?
Could it be that someone else's child got lost in the embassy?"
He finally came to his senses.
If Sherlock came here, it was not because of him.
Regarding work matters, if it is an ordinary Muggle boy, then it would be a very serious violation of discipline for him to cast a spell in front of a Muggle.
After all, he is also a staff member of the British Ministry of Magic stationed here.
"I'll do it."
Sherlock snapped his fingers.
The other party can feel a very strong magic power erupting in Sherlock's body.
Sherlock can completely perform the cleansing spell, casting the spell silently and without a wand.
It was like a whirlpool was blowing up in this small office.
All the garbage bags, packaging boxes and even uneaten fried chicken nuggets were swept by the whirlwind and squeezed into a huge garbage ball in mid-air.
The grease on the table, the black dirt on the walls, and the traces of grease on the birch wood in the opponent's hand were also sucked away directly.
Sherlock snapped his fingers again, and the garbage ball disappeared immediately.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
The other party seemed to have turned on the repeater.
"Merlin, I must not have any problems with my eyes.
At your age, you are so skilled at casting spells without a wand and casting spells silently."
The other party walked around Sherlock, looking at her carefully.
"So handsome, outstanding, with such beautiful blond hair, and such temperament.
You are from a pure-blood family, right?
You are a pure-blood wizard.
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I have a good eye for people."
Suddenly the other party seemed to remember something, knocked his head, ran to the desk and started rummaging around.
Perhaps his desk had never been so tidy, and soon found a newspaper from it.
"I said you look very good."
Familiar, I mean I’m so sorry.”
The other party bowed respectfully towards Sherlock, "It turns out to be the Prince of Charm, Mr.
Mephisto.
It really makes me."
The other party's lips trembled as he said two words, "Excited."
"No need to be so excited, I'm just here to go through the immigration procedures."
Sherlock placed his documents on the other party's table.
"Yes, of course.
The wizards who come here naturally go through the entry procedures for wizards, because Israel is a different country.
Even if a wizard wants to enter here, he must have a Muggle visa and passport in his hand."
The other party will Sherlock took a serious look at his ID, and then took out a new ID from the drawer.
"My name is Ramad Carlo.
I am honored to handle the immigration formalities for you, Mr.
Sherlock.
This is your wand use permit.
With this certificate, you can use the wand as a British wizard in Israel, as long as you do not do bad things. , if you use it freely on Muggles, of course no one will stop you even if you use it, because the borders of Israel are different.
I have been working here for more than 20 years, and you are still the first wizard I have received, and you are so famous. " Sherlock took the certificate and planned to leave.
It was not easy for the other party to work steadily in this position for more than 20 years.
Moreover, Sherlock was the first wizard from England that the other party took seriously in the past 20 years.
Perhaps it was precisely because Israel did not establish a magical regime in the country that the British Ministry of Magic had to establish a special department in the Muggle government unit within the Israeli embassy, and only arrange for one wizard to work.
Sherlock left the office, and Ramad seemed to have not yet recovered from the mood of working seriously for the first time in twenty years.
When Sherlock walked out of the office and re-entered the dim corridor, he smelled a faint floral scent of violet in the corridor.
It was very strong, and Sherlock was sure that it was a certain brand of perfume.
"You are here to see my father" The soft girl's voice sounded next to him.
It was the room next door that Ramad said was often visited by men and women for passionate sports.
Sherlock saw a girl who was only two or three years older than him standing there pretty. .
Even though the place was relatively dark, Sherlock felt at first glance that the other party was a very beautiful girl, with a slim figure and a soft waist.
The most important thing was that the other party had grown very hot, with a bulging front and a curvy back.
Especially on the chest, Sherlock thought the other person was a stuffed prosthesis, with two balloons held up inside a thin short shirt.
Halloween has already passed in the UK, but the other party is still wearing a short shirt that exposes the navel.
This may be because of the Middle East.
Sherlock also felt that the climate was very hot when he first came here.
The other party's unrestrained and hot attire made Sherlock dare not keep staring at her.
She had long brown hair, and she happened to appear in this room, making Sherlock mistakenly think that the other party was one of the girls who came here to have sex. , but when I looked inside, I found that this girl was the only one.
Plus she asked Sherlock if he came to see her father.
Sherlock immediately understood that this must be Ramad's daughter
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