Chapter 511： Wand license (1/2)

Good girls always attract the attention of men. In school days, Catherine never lacks suitors, she is the envy of countless girls, but she knows that most boys pursue themselves, more of showing off and vanity The heart is haunting.

After finally getting rid of those flies-like suitors, Catherine and Nicholas came to the International Floo Network waiting room, because someone always greeted her on the way, causing them to be a few minutes late, but the other party did not seem to pass the International Floo Network. Arrived in the United States.

Nicholas is asking for news with his old acquaintance Mr. Nathan.

”It's normal to delay for a few minutes. I have never seen anyone on time.” The employee Nathan was not surprised by the delay in France. He has been working here for several years. ”You can't expect staff from other countries to observe the time, and there is a small error in the timetable of both sides.”

Small error?

After waiting for a full half an hour, Catherine felt that her patience was being quickly consumed, especially when there was an annoying guy named Carter next to her, always looking for topics to come over and talk to her.

When he was in school, he clearly rejected the other party.

At this time, there was movement in the fireplace leading to Europe. A very young-looking teenager nearly fell into the fireplace and seemed uncomfortable to use the International Floo Network.

”Mr. Anderson?” Nicholas asked tentatively, reaching out to lift the boy out of the fireplace, ”You are younger than I thought.”

”Sorry, there was an accident in France and the time was delayed by half an hour.”

Albert heard someone calling himself, looked sideways at the old man in front of him, made a comparison with the person in the photo in his memory, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Nicholas: ”Hello, Mr. Nicholas. This must be Miss Catherine. It’s more beautiful than it looks in the photo.”

”Do you know me?” Catherine raised her brow slightly.

To be honest, she was surprised. The young man in front of him, known as Mr. Anderson, was fourteen or five years old at most. Is he really the heir to the legendary Wild Smith?

Doesn’t it mean that the heirs are all grown-ups?

”Mr. Serra showed me your picture, and he said you are a genius. Of course, I think your beauty is not inferior to your talent.”

Albert was indeed a little surprised. This Miss Catherine was very beautiful, not inferior to the girls of the Dracul family with Veeva descent.

Catherine noticed that Albert quickly looked away, and realized that this young man was different from the other men who flattered him. It was just a sincere compliment just now.

This kind of generous praise made Catherine's depressed mood a lot better when she waited.

”Welcome to America, Mr. Anderson.”

Kathleen glanced at Carter who had just molested herself, stepped forward and gave Albert a polite meeting and kiss, and smiled and introduced herself, ”I am Kathleen, Nicholas' granddaughter.”

”Are American girls so enthusiastic?” Albert was a little startled and muttered softly.

He never thought of himself as Kanon, everyone loved him. He quickly found the reason from a bad look, and frowned.

Probably because his dress didn't fit in the waiting room of the International Floo Network, several wizards nearby cast curious eyes.

However, Serra quickly appeared in the fireplace, and after a brief hug with Nicholas, he smiled and said, ”This trip is really boring. In France, we did a little trick to stay us for half an hour.”

At this moment, an untimely voice sounded nearby.

”Two gentlemen, please register here.”

The staff member of the Ministry of Magic who cast a bad look at himself just now said to Albert and Sierra: ”According to the regulations of the Magic Congress of the United States, all members of the American Magic Society (including citizens and tourists) are required to carry a wand permit. Certificate, please apply for a temporary certificate here.”

With that said, take the two of them to the counter next to them to apply for a temporary wand permit.

Albert looked at each other, frowning slightly, because he felt that this person did not seem to be very friendly, he couldn't help but cast aside the Miss Catherine next to him, and he could probably guess what was going on.

”This man is simply sick!” he muttered.

After seeing Serra getting the wand permit, Albert heard a voice in his ear, ”I'm sorry, sir, you are underage!”