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Russia.
A bar in Moscow.
As the sky darkens, people who have been busy all day rush to the bar.
In just half an hour, the empty bar was already full, and they called on the waiter to bring them whiskey so that they could quickly relieve their physical and mental fatigue.
After a drink, the drinkers started chatting with their friends who came with them.
Extraordinary news has dominated the headlines of international news recently. No matter how big or small the country is, as long as there is an internet connection, it knows about it.
As one of the five rogue countries, Russia naturally would not be without access to the Internet. The people have been bombarded with overwhelming information recently, and everyone is indeed interested in it, so the main topic of the conversation naturally revolves around the extraordinary.
They first argued about which one was stronger, Hogwarts or the Mountain Gate, but since both supernatural organizations were not based in their own country and there was no authoritative data on their strength, in the end, it was difficult to tell which was better, so they chose to put the argument on hold for the time being.
The topic came to whether there was anything extraordinary in our country.
The two held opposite views. One believed that if Russia had any extraordinary people, they should have revealed themselves long ago, while the friend firmly believed that Russia's extraordinary people were just temporarily hiding.
This topic is of concern not only to them but to all Russian people as well.
As the two men's voices gradually increased, the debate soon spread to the entire bar, and the drinkers began to take sides, raising their glasses to support one of the two men.
Under the influence of alcohol, the group's words became increasingly heated and there was a tendency for the situation to develop into a group fight.
The boss, who was looking down at the hall from the railing on the second floor, was a little panicked. If these drunkards started fighting, his bar would probably be reduced to ruins in an instant.
Just as he was worrying about what to do, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen pushed open the door.
The boy was not outstanding in appearance and was dressed very simply. He looked troubled, as if he was in great trouble.
The drinkers were busy rolling up their sleeves and getting ready to drink, and obviously had no time to pay attention to a little guy.
Looking around the busy hall, the young man asked softly, "Excuse me, is this number seventeen?"
His lips were only slightly open, and his Adam's apple did not vibrate violently, so the sound should not be too loud, especially in the noisy environment. Logically, no one would hear it.
The strange thing was that everyone present could hear the boy's question.
Although they were drunk, they were not unconscious and immediately realized that something was wrong.
Then all eyes were focused on the young man.
The boy was stared at by everyone, feeling a little overwhelmed, and took a step back unconsciously: "If not, I'll go ask somewhere else."
"Hey man, you just..."
"Don't scare him! Get out of the way!"
The big man with a stubble on his face asked in his habitual hoarse voice about what happened just now.
The boy was frightened and turned around to run out the door. A girl in her twenties nearby saw him, kicked the big man away, and ran to the boy.
"Don't be afraid, dear child. No one will hurt you." After soothing her, she asked, "What's your name?"
"Tevan Kamp."
"Tefan, you just asked, is this number 17?"
"Well, my teacher told me that number seventeen is in a place where a lot of people are drinking. I was lost in the city for a whole day before I stumbled upon this place."
The beautiful girl was confused and muttered, "Number 17 is... a bar?"
"Bar?" Tefan tilted his head and asked instead of answering, "What is a bar?"
"Well... as you can see, a bar is a place for drinking and chatting."
In fact, there are many other uses, but the girl felt that they were not suitable for children, so she did not mention them.
"That's number seventeen!"
"I haven't asked you yet, what does number seventeen do?"
"Oh!" Tefan's eyes lit up and he took out a piece of parchment from his arms. "It's my new classroom. The teacher said that we will have classes there from now on."
A class? A place where lots of people drink?
The girl didn't know why these two elements were linked together, so she had to ask: "But... you can't drink in the classroom. You must have found the wrong address."
"Ah?" Tefan's face darkened. "I'm lost. I can't find the classroom, and I can't go back to the mountains."
"How can you be lost now? Did you... did you lose your phone?"
"I don't have a cell phone. My teacher said I can't use it until I'm 100 years old, otherwise it will affect my studies."
Tefan's words were becoming more and more outrageous, at least that was how the girl felt.
"Well, maybe your teacher thinks you are long-lived, but a hundred years old..."
"Security Bureau! Everyone disperse!"
The door of the bar was pushed open again, and a man in a suit walked in. Behind him, armed soldiers filed in and drove all the drinkers surrounding Tefan to the wall.
However, when a soldier walked towards the girl, Tefan pulled out a wooden staff from his wide sleeves with his right hand and stepped in front of the girl: "She is very kind, you can't hurt her!"
The man in a suit standing at the door clenched his fists fiercely. His eyes never left the boy. He was very sure that the wooden staff was taken out from his sleeve.
But there was no way that the wooden staff, which was estimated to be about 1.5 meters long, could fit into a sleeve that was less than 1 meter long.
The intelligence is correct, Russia's extraordinary person has appeared!
"Hello, Mr. Tefan, my name is Farid, and I'm from the Russian Security Service."
Tefan stared at the soldier and moved his gaze towards him: "Why did you hurt her?"
"No, you misunderstood." Although the person in front of him was a kid who was about the same age as his son, Farid did not dare to look down on him and explained sincerely,
“In order to ensure that our conversation is not interrupted and the environment is quiet enough, the venue was cleared.
We will not harm citizens, we just ask them to leave."
"No! She was eager to help me when I was lost, and I only talked to her!"
"As you wish, but Mr. Tefan, your presence will cause a riot. In order to avoid a stampede caused by the gathering of the crowd, I hope you can allow us to set up a cordon around the perimeter."
"As you wish."
Farid ordered the soldiers to take all the drinkers out, including the confused boss and the waiters working under him, and then he also left.
"Are you extraordinary?!" The girl came closer and looked Tefan up and down, "Do you know magic? Supernatural powers? Or something else?!"
"Calm down, sister. Magic is what Hogwarts specializes in. The teacher probably isn't proficient in it either, so he didn't teach me."
The last bit of instinctive hesitation in the girl's heart disappeared, and she wanted to grab Tefan's right hand in surprise.
Tefan seemed unwilling to have physical contact with others and took a step back to avoid them.
She didn't care and asked excitedly: "Mr. Tefan, can I learn magic?"
“Well, you have to ask Hogwarts. If you have enough talent, Headmaster Dumbledore will accept you.
Oh, but you have to wait until next year, this year's school season is over."
"No, no, no, if you weren't here, I would probably go, but now that you're here, I don't want to learn magic." The girl shook her head and asked, "What is our Russian magic?"
"There are no demons in Russia..."
"Sorry, sorry, I should have said, what did you learn?"
"Spell."
Tefan's answer was beyond the girl's understanding. She looked confused: "Spell?"
"Hey, don't you know?"
"Why do I know?"
"When I was lost in the city during the day, I saw a lot of psychic shops. You should be familiar with them."
"You've got it a little bit wrong, that's a lie."
"Ah? Are you kidding? The witch inside is also..."
"That's also a lie!" The girl said loudly, waving her hands and saying, "Don't worry about that for now. Look at my talent. Can I learn anything?"
"I don't know how to identify talents. I need to find teacher number 17."
"Then number seventeen is..."
The tightly closed door of the bar was pushed open a crack, and Farid poked his head in: "Mr. Tefan, our president hopes to talk to you.
Don't worry about missing number 17, we will help you find it."
"Really?!"
"of course."
"Great!" Tefan happily put the staff back into his sleeve and said to the girl, "I'm leaving now. Thank you for your enthusiasm, sister. I hope to see you again one day."
Under the girl's regretful eyes, the boy walked out the door.
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Crimean Palace.
The president and his staff sat around the conference table.
"Perhaps it would be more sincere if I go to greet them in person?" The president was sitting in the main seat, leaning back against the chair, pointing his index finger at the table.
The staff on both sides expressed their opinions.
"It's just uncertain news. It's better to wait until it's confirmed before going."
“Yes, if it is a misunderstanding, it will be a heavy blow to our country’s international reputation.
Other countries will say, look, you are so eager to be extraordinary that you have lost your mind."
The staff analyzed the situation one after another, and the president slowly released his hands from the armrests as he prepared to stand up.
International reputation is neither important nor that important, but it can be said to be useless. Sometimes it can play a crucial role.
The president's original determination to pick up the person began to waver.
It's not quite appropriate to use it here, but the meaning is the same.
If you are reluctant to help others when they are in trouble, there will be no point in helping them after they get better.
Even if I accept your gift, I won't be grateful to you."