Hogwarts Homecoming

In terms of quantity alone, the wizards living in this vast land are undoubtedly far superior to their European counterparts. In order to keep the larger wizard society in order and keep it in harmony with the No-Maj society, the people who govern this country are The Magical Congress of the National Magical Civilization will obviously have to put in more energy.

The night is getting darker, and the lobby of the Capitol Building, which is full of profound heritage and ancient historical atmosphere, is still full of people, and employees everywhere are anxious and anxious.

Amelia stood in line in the elevator hall waiting for the elevator. She raised her head and followed an elevator car sliding upward until it disappeared into the huge light source that shrouded the roof of the building.

Although she has been working in Congress for almost half a year, every time she enters the Capitol and stands in the hall and looks up at the roof, Amelia can't help but feel a sense of insignificance, just like when she appeared as a descendant of No-Maj. When I first glimpsed the best magic school in the world - Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on top of Mount Greylock, my heart was filled with admiration.

I wonder if Mr. Amosta Blaine has the ability to shake the Capitol - Amelia suddenly had such a nonsensical thought in her mind.

Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time, and Amosta Braine is the most powerful wizard of our time. Amelia knows that this argument is very popular in the European wizarding world, and almost everyone I think so, but here in the United States on the other side of the ocean, it is not a generally accepted view.

Some well-born officials in Parliament will think that Albus Dumbledore did have some remarkable achievements, but now he is an old man over a hundred years old. Even Merlin at this age may not have many achievements. His ability has long been unworthy of the title of greatest.

The battle that made Amosta Brain famous undoubtedly took place in the Quidditch World Cup finals last August. Brain showed his unparalleled magic power in front of 100,000 wizards from all over the world, but the problem arises. on the magic he was using at the time.

A considerable number of wizards in the American academic community believe that Amosta Blaine was using a fire curse at the time. Putting aside the legality of this magic, the academic community believes that maybe Amosta allowed his fire spell to go unchecked. Control, then the damage caused by this magic that night may be even greater!

But Amelia was not so biased. She knew that the magic Amosta Blaine used at that time was not that simple.

She herself couldn't say that she would have a liking for and respect for this man after seeing what he did in the newspaper for the first time. Unlike Mandy, Brian saved her family's lives, and she...maybe because of Ah Mosta Bryan is a Londoner, maybe because

"Did you hear that Mr. Scamander came to New York?"

The people at the front of the team were talking quietly, interrupting Amelia's thoughts. She blinked her brown eyes, raised her ears and eavesdropped. The elevator in front of them finally went down to the first floor, and the team that had been stagnant for a long time began to flow. .

When it was her turn, the elevator car was already crowded, but perhaps the man with freckles near the door was surprised by Amelia's appearance. He deliberately squeezed in and squeezed in, regardless of the situation. Everyone complained and smiled at Amelia,

"Come on, there's still one more time to go. If you miss it, it's another ten minutes."

"Oh, thank you."

Facing the kindness of an unknown man, Amelia hesitated, but finally stepped in.

Fortunately for Amelia, this man did not chase her around and chatter like the boys at school.

"That's not big news, is it?"

The wizard who mentioned Tort Scamander earlier, his companion said in a meaningless tone,

"He comes here almost every few years. If you know him well enough, you will know that his wife, Ms. Tina Goldstein, is a local. She was once an Auror in the Security Department. "

"Oh, no one doesn't know this, but I heard that he came here this time for those missing magical animals. He has issued a solemn warning to the Ministry of Security. Those living environments are closely monitored, but they still don't know how to escape. Magical animals everywhere are highly dangerous, and if they get out of control in No-Maj society, both No-Majs and us will suffer."

Amelia had indeed heard about the disappearance of magical animals. After all, Chago was punished for this incident, but she did not expect that this incident would alarm the famous Walter Scar. Mander.

Amelia wanted to hear more details about this matter, but the two wizards who were discussing the matter quickly got off the elevator.

When the elevator reached the dim light source that Amelia saw above in the lobby, her destination was reached.

The Security Department, which occupies an entire floor, has a sense of solemnity in the silence. There are not many people in the office hall. This is not surprising. Their work is mainly outdoors, and those who usually stay in the office are just some responsible for processes and procedures. Copy management staff.

Under normal circumstances, she would have handed the certificate she obtained from Chago to Ms. Ross, who was in charge of this business. But because she wanted to express some complaints about the unreasonable decisions made by the Ministry of Security, she had to She had to talk to the well-deserved big shot in Congress, the head of the Security Department, Mr. Truck Graves, in person. If the other party was willing to deal with a newcomer like her.

Fortunately for Amelia, Mr. Graves' office window was still lit. The heads of various congressional departments would hold a high-level meeting at the end of each day to update each other on the progress and exchanges of the current top tasks of each department. Some information, if there is nothing important, the meeting cannot be absent in principle. Amelia had already planned to wait for a long time.

Du, du, du—

Too much hesitation will lead to over-interpretation by the security department employees who work in this hall, but their hidden eyes have been following her near Mr. Graves' office. Therefore, Amelia held the check sheet in her arms. Ge gave her the certificate and came to the office generously. Without much hesitation, he knocked on the door.

"Please come in--"

A calm middle-aged male voice came from behind the door.

Amelia pursed her lips, took a quick breath, and then pushed open the door.

As the most senior official in Congress besides Chairman Kohaug, Mr. Graves's office is very simple. It is about the same size as her dormitory in Ilvermorny. It contains the most filing documents for various cases. thing.

When Amelia came in, Graves was placing the current issue of "The New York Ghost" on a bookshelf dedicated to newspapers behind him. He turned to look at Amelia, with a flash of light in his brown-reddish eyes. A hint of confusion.

"I am Amelia Det from the Wizarding Immigration Office, sir--"

While the Director of Security was looking at herself, Amelia was also looking at Truck Graves. This was the second time she had close contact with this powerful official since entering Congress: He was wearing a crisp black suit with a biased style. It was retro, and the buttons of the lined shirt were neatly buttoned. After working for a day, his shirt and trousers did not show many wrinkles, and even the front ends of the shiny leather shoes did not have many bends.

Amelia's eyes glanced at Mr. Graves' black and gray hair at the temples, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in her heart.

"Amelia Det--"

Graves, who was less than fifty years old and at the peak of his career, frowned. The faint lines between his eyebrows silently showed his majesty. But then, the lines disappeared, and Graves's face became clear.

"If I remember correctly, we have met before, right, Amelia?"

Graves stretched out his hand to make an invitation gesture. He returned to his office and his tone became more friendly.

"You graduated from Thunderbird College in Ilvermorny last year with excellent grades. You expected to join the Security Department, but I rejected you. Is that so?"

Although Mr. Graves' tone softened, Amelia could still feel that the majestic aura emanating from the man a few feet away was suppressing her in all directions, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"You are right, sir. You thought I was not suitable for this job, but you did not give an explanation."

Amelia pursed her lips, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Graves squinted his eyes as if he was reminiscing about something, and when he rummaged through his memory to find out why he rejected this capable-looking little girl, Graves smiled, and when he saw Amilie The document in Ya's arms flickered, and he said thoughtfully,

"So, Amelia, are you here to apply to me again?"