Hogwarts Homecoming

Woolworth Building, MACUSA.

When dusk and night came to the dividing line, another ordinary but busy working day came to an end. A large group of exhausted congressional officials lined up in front of the fireplace in the hall. No one cared about the impassioned broadcast on the radio above their heads. Chairman Kohaug was swearing something like the residents of the magical world.

For Truck Graves, getting off work on time is just a concept.

Just like his grandfather Percival Graves, who served as the chief officer of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Director of Magical Security in the Magical Congress, his work and life have long been intertwined and inseparable.

After dealing with inquiries from reporters from the New York Ghost about why the Department of Security had been unable to bring the three persons involved in the disappearance of high-risk magical creatures and the recent poison leopard trade to justice within seventy-two hours, Graves After walking out of the conference room, the subordinates who had been waiting outside the door entered the room at his suggestion. What happened next was nothing more than a boring transaction of money and power.

The sun has been completely blocked by the endless buildings built by the No-Majs. On the dim and dim sky, a incomplete quarter moon has been looming.

After hesitating for a moment, Graves did not return to his office. Instead, he boarded an elevator that only the chief officers of each department had the right to use, and arrived at a restaurant in the middle of the building.

There are only a few people dining in the restaurant, of course. As long as there are options, people will still prefer to go home and enjoy dinner with their loved ones.

Wandering to the coffee machine, he made himself a cup of black coffee, and then took two sandwiches from the window. Graves chose a seat by the window and sat down, savoring the delicious flavor that blossomed between his taste buds. Graves took a slight breath at the numbing bitterness.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your meal, Trak—"

A crisp voice sounded beside Graves, interrupting his contemplation.

The visitor was a witch wearing a light blue work suit and long, slightly curly light blond hair hanging on her shoulders. Judging from her face, she was about the same age as Graves.

At this moment, this witch, who was obviously an extraordinary person, was holding a cup of black tea with milk and standing beside Graves with a smile.

"Marcel?"

Graves turned his head and glanced at the visitor, put down the coffee in his hand, cleared his throat, and made an invitation gesture.

"Please take a seat——"

Marcil took his time and sat down opposite Graves, maintaining a polite smile.

The two people must be acquaintances, so Graves did not say anything polite, but asked straightforwardly,

"What are you doing, Marcelle?"

"Oh, just a casual chat--"

Marcelle said with a smile, and then she seemed a little surprised by the fatigue on Graves' brows,

"What's going on, Truck, you don't look good. Is it because of the interview you had with the New York Ghost this afternoon? Those reporters asked some embarrassing questions?"

"You know their style very well, Marcil. The biggest hobby of those reporters is to exaggerate some trivial issues and then put them in newspapers to attract people's attention."

Graves took a sip of coffee and spoke without missing a beat.

"Oh, hehe, you're right."

Marcil smiled and said,

"This is indeed their style, as if peace in the wizarding world is a sin, they want us to be in big trouble like our counterparts across the ocean. Have you heard, Albus Dumbledore publicly stated, The dark wizard who cannot even be mentioned in that country is back?"

"I did hear something -"

Graves had no expression on his face and said calmly,

"If this is really the case, it will undoubtedly be a huge disaster for the British magical community. But this news is doubtful, isn't it? The British Ministry of Magic has not issued an official statement to certify this statement. I think it may be There will be misunderstandings.”

"I agree with you."

Marcil also picked up her own tea and took a sip, keeping an impeccable smile on her face.

"If the evil dark wizard really returns to the people, Amosta Brain will definitely not choose such a time to come to us, right?"

Graves' eyes flashed for a moment, and he guessed the real purpose of the chief officer of the International Magic Cooperation Department coming to him to 'talk'. He nodded slightly, but did not give any further opinions.

"I sincerely hope Albus Dumbledore is mistaken."

Graves' silence did not make Marcil show any displeasure. She just sighed and said,

"As you said, if that mysterious man really returns to Britain, it is foreseeable that the British wizarding community will definitely be in chaos. Oh, if you were in my position, Trak, you would know how inseparable we are. With them open, our populace's use of Floo powder is entirely dependent on their outlets.

Broomsticks and nursing boxes, looking glasses, astronomical telescopes, some patented magic potions, chocolate frogs. Many things that are closely related to the daily lives of the residents of the magical world depend on them. If something goes wrong with them, then we Life will immediately come to a standstill, just take the recent situation -"

Marcil paused, then sighed and said,

"Due to the recent martial law, a batch of potions exported to us by the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association was delayed for two days due to inspection. It almost caused big trouble. O'Brien from St. Josiah's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies rushed to my door In the office, he threatened to impeach me in parliament if I couldn’t solve the problem that day.”

The purpose of Marcil coming to her was definitely not because the Ministry of Security's border blockade had caused difficulties for her, or because it was Amosta Brain. But she needed something to make herself feel indebted, so that the subsequent negotiations would be more convenient.

"Yeah?"

Graves was silent for a moment, slowly put down the cup, his tone wavered, and he frowned slightly and said,

"Don't O'Brien know that this is a sensitive moment right now, and the people are deciding who will lead us in the next few years and lead MACUSA to move forward. He should not affect the overall situation because of his own small difficulties. Yes or no?"

The cunning guy actually pushed the responsibility to Chairman Kohaug and the election!

Marcil's eyelids trembled slightly, and her suddenly sharp gaze stared at Graves's expressionless face, with a hint of sinisterness flashing in the green pupils.

"Yeah, I think so too."

But Marcil quickly returned to normal. She sipped her tea and said with a smile,

"However, I can understand O'Brien's mood. He is just worried about the health of those injured. Of course, I also told him about the current situation in Congress and said that the current situation will soon relax. I begged him to understand and try again. Be patient for a while--"

Graves knew that he had to make some kind of statement.

"I'm with you, Marciel."

Graves said,

"Protecting the lives and lives of people in the magical world is our goal, and we should return everything to normal as soon as possible."

Backed off?

Marcil looked happy to be recognized, but doubts arose in her heart.

She knew that the Ministry of Security's martial law was not at all because of the election, but that they themselves were now encountering a difficult case. Even though Graves had tried his best to suppress the "New York Ghost" exaggerating the disappearance of magical animals, the magical world was still in turmoil, and many people felt that Nervous, after all, if any one of those lost magical animals appears, it will cause a big mess.

Before this matter was resolved, it was impossible for Graves to let his Aurors open the border, especially when another case of poisonous leopard smuggling into the country occurred.

But he said that he would get everything back to normal as soon as possible. This made it impossible for her to use this excuse to continue to make trouble in order to promote the next more important thing.

Doubt flashed in Marcil's eyes. Could it be that Graves had guessed what he was here to find?