Hogwarts Homecoming

Since Amosta is willing to accept the invitation because of a very suspicious letter, then there is no reason to refuse the dinner invitation sent by Amelia's parents to him. However, the time can only be agreed on that invitation letter. After the time.

So, no matter what, one week after Amosta and Remus landed in New York, the two finally officially entered the gate of MACUSA.

When Amelia led him through the door shared by Muggles and wizards, the battle in the Congress Hall made the two people who came from afar slightly stunned for a moment.

In the center of the spacious Congress Hall, there were about thirty or forty wizards standing. These people were dressed in formal attire and were waiting quietly with solemn expressions. Judging from the awe-inspiring look on Amelia's face when she saw these people, these people The wizard who greeted him was obviously not an ordinary person.

A red carpet was laid from the door to the feet of the greeters, and the curious wizards who stayed around and the reporters who had raised their cameras early were blocked from a certain area by security tapes and Aurors under martial law.

"That is Mr. Trak Graves and Ms. Marcille White of the International Magical Cooperation Department."

Amelia whispered to Amosta and Remus who were following behind her, pointing out the identities of the two senior officials headed by the Magical Congress, and then her pace obviously accelerated a bit. Remus, who was following Amosta, silently took two steps back.

"Welcome, Mr. Blaine--"

When the two parties met thirty feet apart, the two representatives of the Magic Congress stepped out of the square. The middle-aged witch with slightly curly blond hair extended her hand to Amosta early with a friendly smile on her face. , said loudly,

"Welcome the most powerful wizard of our time to MACUSA!"

Every word and action of a person of this status has profound meanings. This meeting alone was enough for Amosta to judge the position of the person in charge of the United States Department of International Magical Cooperation.

"oh--"

Amosta also had a smile on her face, quickly jumped over Amelia, took Ms. White's palm and shook it.

"It seems that MACUSA is determined to make me feel embarrassed, right?"

Under the focus of the flash, both parties laughed softly.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Blaine--"

Ms. Marcil held Amosta’s hand without letting go, and said with a cheerful face,

"My name is Marcelle White, and I currently work for the Magical Congress of the United States of America, in the Division of International Magical Cooperation."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. White--"

Amosta nodded and smiled, looking politely into Ms. White's eyes.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, the former Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department of the British Ministry of Magic, is a personal friend of mine. He once talked about you with me. Mr. Crouch said that you are a very respectable witch, especially In the field of promoting cooperation in the international magic community, you have made great achievements that cannot be ignored! ”

The business smile on Remus' face froze unnaturally for a moment, and he was convinced that Amosta was talking nonsense.

"Oh, in fact, I am just trying my best to live up to the expectations of President Kohaug and the people of the magical world."

But Amosta's business promotion still made Marcile White's smile brighter, and she used her own eyes to guide Amosta Blaine's eyes to the man beside her.

"This is the American Magical Association, Director of the Legal Enforcement Department and Director of the Security Department, Mr. Trak Graves——"

Ms. Marcil smiled and said,

"I'm sure you've heard of it, haven't you, Mr. Blaine?"

Remus, who was behind Amosta, had already noticed Marcel White beside him. He had a straight back and a low-level smile on his stern face. He was a wizard who looked a bit like Barty Crouch. , and after he heard the introduction, his soothing eyebrows tightened unconsciously, and he looked over with an awe-inspiring mood.

Amosta seemed unconscious. The polite smile on his face did not change at all, and his cheek turned to Trak Graves next to Marcil.

Graves, who comes from a well-known family and is the head of the powerful department of the Magical Congress of the United States, has met many well-known wizards and high-ranking officials and ministers in the magical world in his life. With his senior experience and profound background, he is able to communicate with those people. Intersect as equals.

However, when his slightly deep gaze touched the strange lavender eyes of the young wizard standing opposite, he subconsciously suffocated for a moment. He was mentally prepared and seemed to be in a trance in that pure moment. He saw the starry sky in his eyes, which was boundless and deep, causing his heartbeat to become a little disordered involuntarily.

"certainly--"

At one glance, Amosta had already seen a lot. It seemed that what Narlak said to him was not without purpose. Amosta's tone was slightly deep,

"If I remember correctly, there was a report in "Wizard Weekly" that praised the stable and orderly living environment of the American magical community. The report said that based on the huge number of wizards in the American magical community, Achieving this is enough to prove that the law enforcement department of MACUSA has always adhered to the most professional and impartial law enforcement attitude, and I believe that this must be inseparable from Mr. Graves’ strict supervision.”

"As Ms. White just said--"

The moment he met Amosta Brain, Graves knew that all his previous worries were not excessive. This wizard who had become famous in the past two years was indeed worthy of his most cautious attitude.

A trace of regret suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and Graves pursed his lips slightly. He should not have taken the risk to appear in front of Amosta Brain.

In fact, he shouldn't let Amosta Blaine appear in New York at all. No matter what lame excuses he used and how much power he used, he should keep Blaine out of the country before he accomplished everything.

But it was too late to say anything now. In full view of everyone, he had no chance to retreat.

Cheeks tightened slightly, Graves' eyes flickered,

"I am just doing my best to maintain the stability of the American wizarding community, and Mr. Brain, the role you play in the security and stability of the international wizarding community is crucial."

Everyone knows that Mr. Graves is praising Vice Chairman Amosta Brain for his actions at the Quidditch World Cup last year and for wiping out the large group of dark wizards some time ago. From a consequential perspective, this is indeed true. A very remarkable achievement.

In the past century, perhaps only Dumbledore's contribution to defeating Grindelwald and ending the war between corrupt wizards and No-Maj worlds can surpass Amosta Braine.

Although today is just a normal business negotiation, Amosta Brain's status is no less respected than the British Minister of Magic, so the current contact is equivalent to a formal diplomatic visit. After Marcille White introduced the attendees to Amosta and Remus, the group spent about an hour answering questions from reporters and taking photos before they were able to escape.

During this period, Graves, who caused the greatest difficulty for Amosta's trip, tried his best to reduce his sense of presence. Marciel was the one communicating with Amosta and Remus throughout the process.

This is undoubtedly abnormal, and even Marcil frequently casts his eyes secretly on his troubled old friend, wondering what happened to Trak who seemed to have a firm stand before.

But no matter what, the joint review meeting must still proceed normally.

The group of people took the elevator to a bright conference room on the second floor of the building. When Amelia, who finally entered the conference room, closed the door, the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows suddenly changed. The corridors and conference rooms are all hidden, and the entire conference room is like an independent room suspended in the sky.

Amosta looked around with interest, admiring the unique design. After Remus nervously took out all the backup materials from his briefcase, he finally withdrew his gaze and looked at the host opposite with a slight smile. Ms. White, who was negotiating with Graves, said in a light voice,

"let us start--"