Hogwarts Homecoming

"He wants you to be responsible for monitoring him?"

Graves squinted his eyes and repeated Amelia's narration. It was easy to tell from his tone that he was confused about this.

Amelia didn't say anything extra, she just nodded lightly.

And Graves guessed from the little girl's calm look in her eyes that she and Amosta Blaine didn't know each other beforehand, so maybe Blaine had a crush on Amelia when he first met?

It is not difficult to find out Amosta Blaine's age, and Graves has already known Blaine's age through the entry application materials sent by Remus from the UK.

There is no doubt that a genius wizard can reach such a height on the road of magic at such an age. Apart from some exaggerated legends, Graves has never found a comparable figure in history. But it is said that Amo Star Blaine does not have a partner, so maybe he is interested in Amelia.

Nonsense.

After a short analysis, Graves rejected this possibility.

Although he had never met Amosta Brain, the few words he heard from Chairman Kohaug and the many reports in the Daily Prophet across the river were enough for Graves to piece together the story in his mind. A specious image of Amosta Blaine.

A person like this should know the impact his words and deeds will have, especially on the soil of another country. It is impossible for Amosta Brain to behave so frivolously.

Graves instinctively wanted to refuse, but he had to consider Blaine's feelings.

After all, judging from the current situation, maybe because he had something to do in New York, Blaine was cooperative enough. Just like what he just said to Amelia, both parties need to make concessions.

Let Amelia accompany Blaine throughout the whole process

Graves frowned deeply. This was not in line with his original intention. He wanted to choose an Auror who was loyal and experienced enough to watch over Brian, but the eyes of a little witch who was inexperienced in the world... There was a flash of lightning, but that's not impossible.

Could it be said that this was Blaine's request to save his face?

"Will you accept this assignment, Amelia?"

Amelia's eyes widened at the sudden inquiry. She didn't expect that Mr. Graves would really agree to this.

"But?"

Being able to follow a world-famous magician is undoubtedly a very rare opportunity. Amelia cannot not want it, but she still can't believe that Mr. Graves will compromise because of this. After all, he doesn't even have a wand. Mr. Blaine is not allowed to enter the country.

"The previous requirement issued by the Security Department is that Aurors must be responsible -"

"Oh, I wasn't planning on changing my plans,"

Graves said solemnly,

"So, would you like to come to work in the Security Department, Amelia?"

When she walked out of the office, Amelia still looked dazed. Half of what had just happened in the office was as she had expected, and the other half was completely beyond her plan. She had not expected herself at all. She would get the opportunity to enter the department with the most elite wizards in Congress by such a strange combination of circumstances - Mr. Graves promised that if she could complete the task very well, then she would have completed the entry test. This was something she had never known since she was proud of herself. Luo has been dreaming of this career ever since!

When passing by the curly-haired Ms. Rose, Amelia was almost so happy that she forgot the instructions of her future boss. Until she reached the elevator hall, she hurried back and asked the person who was sorting out the records of the missing magical animals. Ms. Ross said,

"Sorry, Ms. Rose, Mr. Graves would like you to come to his office—"

"Oh, I'll go right away."

Obviously knowing her boss's resolute style, Ms. Ross did not dare to delay. She put down what she was doing and hurried to Mr. Graves' office with her notebook. Only half a minute later, she walked out of the hurry, and Amelia Have left the Security Department.

About ten minutes later, Ms. Ross got what Mr. Graves wanted, and she jogged into the supervisor's office again.

"This is the file you requested on Amelia Det, sir—"

"Thanks."

Graves, who was used to being unsmiling in front of his subordinates, nodded and signaled that Ross could leave.

This is a very detailed file, including objective evaluations of Amelia's daily performance and abilities by the heads of the two departments she has served since she entered MACUSA;

Including Amelia’s every test score during her time at Ilvermorny, the honors she won for the college, and the school rules she broke;

Including Amelia’s family situation: a brief introduction of family members, place of residence, ancestral home, etc.

As he read, Graves's expression gradually became serious. His sharp eyes fell on some words, and his eyebrows were deeply gathered.

"Could it be a coincidence?"

After a while, Graves' eyes left Amelia's file. He leaned on the back of the chair behind him and stared at the ceiling with his unfocused gaze.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, Graves stood up from his chair. He quickly put the information on his desk into the dare box, and walked towards the fireplace on the other side of the office with the box in his hand.

Theoretically, the fireplace in the congressional office is not allowed to be connected for private use, and Graves would not violate the rules and regulations under normal circumstances, but now, he has something he is eager to understand, so he can't care about these red tapes.

With a tornado of green flames surrounding his body and a sudden spin, Graves left his office and appeared in a house in New York.

Sensing the return of the owner of the house, the lights in the room automatically turned on, and the flame in the fireplace did not go out because of Graves's departure.

There was no one else in the house, his real home was not here, it was just a safe house in the Bronx, New York.

Striding up the spiral staircase, Graves quickly walked into the study. He put the file box next to the desk. When he saw the letter written by the famous magical animal expert before, he asked him to seriously treat the possibility of losing magical animals. When he received a letter about how much risk it would cause, he couldn't say why, but a stern look flashed in Graves's dark red eyes.

He folded the letter and stuffed it into the drawer, and then took out a brand new piece of letter paper from the drawer, as if he was going to write to someone, but before his hand could touch the quill inserted in the ink bottle, Greville Si's face suddenly changed.

vomit!

Accompanied by a suppressed sound of painful vomiting, a mouthful of blood vomited out of Graves' mouth. The blood, which was not bright in color but filled with a trace of dust and a faint rancid smell, immediately contaminated the letter paper that had just been pulled out.

In an instant, Graves' face turned as pale as snow, everything in front of him became blurry, and he staggered and fell on the chair.

The pain continued, and big drops of cold sweat dripped from his gray temples, down his cheeks, and formed dark yellow sweat stains on his white collar.

Judging from his expression, Graves was not shocked by the situation he faced. It was obviously not the first time. After a short breath, he stood up with difficulty, staggered towards the room while holding on to the table, and found an inlaid in the fireplace. Wall niche.

There is a copper alchemy instrument in the niche, but it is not Graves' target. His arms are resting on the lower edge of the niche to support his body, fiddling with the instrument of unknown purpose, and his hands are blindly moving. Something is rubbed on the white relief on the inner wall of the niche.

Click——

After the sound of the amplifier popping up, the relief board fell down, revealing a hidden space.

A bottle of crimson potion dyed with golden threads, and a magic book.

Gudu, Gudu, Gudu--

Graves eagerly uncorked the bottle and poured the potion into his mouth. When the last drop of the potion, which was like hot gold liquid, slipped into his mouth, Graves breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground.

The effect was immediate. The gray and rancid blood that leaked from his mouth and nose immediately regained its bright color. As the red mist rose, the blood stained at the corners of his mouth and clothes flew in again as if time had flown back. Graves' throat made his whole body tremble slightly.

There was a long silence, with only the ticking sound of the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall.

The moon is red, and wisps of black clouds and smoke hang at the bottom of the red moon. A few old crows were frightened by the cold wind, fluttering their wings and flying over the roof of the single-family building with a shrill cry.

Finally, Graves stood up silently, holding the empty glass bottle tightly in his palms, with a few gray hair hanging down from his neatly styled temples.

"Decryption of Advanced Black Magic"

Graves stared deeply at the magic book hidden behind the niche, his expression vaguely ferocious, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

Click——

The machine was closed, and the glass bottle in his hand disappeared under the wave of the wand.

Graves returned to the desk tiredly and sat down with a bit of dejection.

He panted slightly and his eyes fell on Amelia's information again. He stared at it in silence for a long time. He shook his head and looked away, and pulled out Newt Scamander's warning letter from the drawer again.

"Oops."

After a long time, a tired sigh sounded in the study.