harry potter book of crimes

New York City, Woolworth Building.

This skyscraper was built in 1913 and was the tallest 55-story building in the world at that time. It is also the home of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

As long as the correct spell is cast on its gate, you can enter the space provided for wizards.

There are at least twice as many floors inside as there are on the outside of the building, and each floor looks so busy. Yes, this place is usually very busy, but it has undoubtedly become busier in recent times.

At this moment, it is past 9 o'clock in London time, while it is only 4 o'clock in the morning in New York time. However, the situation is tense at the moment, and there is no doubt that not many people are still in the mood to go to bed.

On the top floor of this building, in the spacious conference room, the huge oval table is already full of people. Regarding the recent frequent attacks, almost all those who are qualified to speak here have spoken out. Exceed your own opinion.

Zoe is also an employee of the Magic Congress. In fact, given her position, it is extremely difficult to speak here. The reason why she can sit here and listen is entirely because of her responsibilities.

In the final analysis, she is just a copywriter in the Archives and Records Department, and sometimes she will also take on the job of record-keeper when important matters occur, as she does now.

She seemed to be carefully controlling the quill to take shorthand of the meeting, not missing a word while observing everyone here with boredom.

Among the wizards sitting around the conference table, there were various important figures. The expressions of these people were different, and their views on this attack were also somewhat different.

Those who have harmed their own interests will naturally show exponential enthusiasm, trying to deal with the matter as soon as possible while ensuring their own money and rights.

As for those who have nothing to do with their own interests, they generally don't care much about the development of the situation. What they are thinking more about is how to take this opportunity to eliminate their opponents.

Of course, there are some wizards who are just like her, a copywriter, who are a bit idle. She knows these people very well, because they are undoubtedly the group of guys who have no desire for the possibility of promotion.

Well, if you were to ask Zoe if she had ever thought about getting promoted, I'm afraid she could only smile perfunctorily.

To be honest, she actually has some kind of unique competitive advantage, because she is born with a stronger talent for Legilimency than other wizards. But unfortunately, she hates it.

Because she can't always control her own abilities, she will often inadvertently read other people's inner thoughts. Even if it is just a superficial thought, it will cause a lot of trouble to her.

Because of this, she has not found a suitable boyfriend so far.

There is a saying among No-Majs that it is difficult for a woman who is too smart to capture a man's heart. Zoe has been thinking, maybe this sentence is the same in the magic world?

She stretched out her wand and poked the quill, letting it dip into the ink bottle for more ink, because the "big guys" seemed to have been silent for quite some time.

Zoe understood the reason why those guys were silent - just now, Ms. Oprah, the president of Congress, asked, leaving everyone speechless.

"...So, has it been too long since the last disaster? What do you think of war?"

Zoe can speak out for the female chairwoman in her heart - she believes that Ms. Oprah is indeed a down-to-earth Congressional chairperson and a quite competent chairperson.

But to be honest, being down-to-earth is useless. Ms. Oprah is usually very courageous, but when it comes time to make a decision, she seems a little unsatisfactory.

She was able to maintain the entire American wizarding world stably when it was operating stably, but in times like this, it was obviously useless for her to just listen but not speak.

The reason why those big names kept silent was not because Ms. Oprah's questions were powerful, but because she herself had no good ideas - everyone knew this very well.

A long time passed after that, and this inexplicably boring meeting finally came to an end.

Zoe poked the quill with her wand again, letting it wipe away the ink stains on the pen tip, while she waved her wand and used the copying spell to make several copies of the parchment of the meeting minutes.

After a series of routine preparations such as handing in, keeping files, and issuing was completed, she slowly left the Congress hall holding several rolls of parchment.

No one would rush her, because her work was done. Although all congressional staff were ordered not to leave their posts without authorization while the emergency response plan was activated, she didn't care.

In a short period of time, the meeting will not be held again, and she, the copywriter, can go back to the office and have a good sleep.

She was not worried at all about this attack - her grandfather had passed away long ago, and her grandmother, who had always been fond of her, happened to go abroad to visit relatives; as for her parents...the two were not around all day long.

Such a serious old couple set off to an oriental country to play with Tibetan snowmen as early as the day she graduated!

If she had to worry about something, she might be more worried about the irresponsible couple who froze to death in the deep mountains and snowy forest without paying attention!

Passing by other colleagues she knew or didn't know, Zoe took the magic elevator and returned to her office with a familiar path.

There are a total of five colleagues in her office. Unlike her, the other four are obviously more motivated than her. At such a critical moment, most of them are running around outside, worrying about their dying

Work harder on your career.

Because of this, she was the only one in the office at the moment.

She put the things in her arms into the basket of documents to be processed, then walked straight to the staff rest area in the corner of the office, and leisurely cooked hot eggnog.

Of course, alcohol is definitely not allowed in the office, but in a leisurely position like Zoe’s, who would care so much?

While cooking, she sat on a chair nearby, squinted her eyes and dozed off. After all, it was still early in the morning, and recording the meeting was too boring, so she felt a little

Soft.

Sitting on the chair, smelling the fragrance of milk mixed with cream, she unconsciously recalled the day she just graduated and joined the job.

In fact, it wasn't that long at all, almost a year and a half ago.

In fact, Zoe was not unenthusiastic about the workplace from the beginning. Like other newcomers, she was secretly happy about getting a job at MACUSA.

But it didn't take long for her to realize that she hated the smokeless workplace struggles from the bottom of her heart.

Because of her special ability, she is extremely sensitive to other people's thoughts. She is very clear in her heart about who is being unkind and who is hiding evil intentions.

When she found that she couldn't find a colleague around who could confide in her like her classmates and friends at school, she became uninterested.

Zoe is a beautiful girl who has been very popular since she was a child. Needless to say, even after she joined the job, many seemingly handsome and funny men approached her to talk to her.

However, she only felt like vomiting...

Just when she was getting a little drowsy in the rich fragrance of milk, a soft sound suddenly woke her up.

"You...who are you?"

She opened her eyes and immediately saw the wizard walking to the center of the office.

"..."

The other party stared at her without saying a word for a while, and suddenly a terrifying black mist surged from her body and rushed toward Zoe.

Zoe knew that this time she was saved by her talent. Although she was usually quite bored with this annoying talent, now she was sincerely grateful for it.

Just a second before the opponent turned into black mist and rushed towards her, Zoe tried her best to avoid this terrifying blow.

"boom!"

When the other party hit the wall of the rest area, Zoe hurriedly got up, walked away and ran towards the door. As she ran, she did not forget to look back at the bulging black mist, keeping her eyes open.

Just be vigilant.

Because she discovered that even if the other person was a ball of black mist, she could still sense the other person's superficial thoughts.

Since she had this only advantage, how could she easily let it go? The black mist moved so fast that she gave up the idea of ​​using magic to fight back. She only had one idea now, and that was to run!

As long as you can run out of the office, you may be safe.

However, the moment her fingertips were about to touch the door handle, she, still looking back at the other person, immediately pounced hard to the left, and then fell heavily on the file chief's desk next to her.

Then, she heard a loud noise from behind.

Ignoring the severe pain in her ribs, Zoe managed to turn over and look back, only to find that the black mist had directly smashed through the office door and rushed into the corridor outside.

"That's okay..." she thought, "Whether it's me going out or him going out - it's definitely right if someone goes out!"

But what followed was another question: How did that guy get in?

There is no doubt that he is one of the attackers in this recent series of dangerous incidents.

She doesn't care where the other party's inexplicably powerful power comes from. Rather than this, she is more concerned about how the other party entered the heavily guarded Congress building.

At the moment when Zoe was sitting on the edge of the desk with lingering fear, the Obscurial who had sneaked into the Woolworth Building ran rampant in the corridor, and finally slammed open the window and flew out of the building with a bang.

At this time, Maka, who had just arrived in front of the entrance to Jackson Square, suddenly turned around and looked at the flickering fire that suddenly appeared in the night.

Under the strong moonlight, that scene looked particularly clear.