Hogwarts Homecoming

As the night deepened, the Woolworth Building.

What happened last night was definitely a shame for the Magical Congress of the United States. A dark wizard rushed into the building and killed employees, took Amosta's wand and left safely. This seemed to show that the precautions inside the building were completely useless.

Fortunately, the news that Chairman Samuel Kohaug was re-elected swept the entire American magic world and attracted the attention of reporters who were listening to the news everywhere, so that the scandal was successfully suppressed.

Tonight, the security inside the building was obviously tightened. Aurors and temporarily recruited strikers could be seen patrolling on hundreds of floors inside the Capitol.

"I have to remind you again, Graves--"

The routine department heads' meeting ended, the door of the room opened, and the cold and oppressive atmosphere in the conference room immediately leaked out.

Ms. Marcel White of the International Magical Cooperation Department was the first to rush out of the conference room. From her frosty face, it can be seen that the communication just now was definitely not pleasant.

Marcel rushed out of the conference room, and after stepping out of the door, she suddenly turned around and looked at Graves, who was still sitting at the conference table with a gloomy face but an unwavering look, and said coldly, "If Mr. Brian interrupts our cooperation because of your rude behavior, then I will definitely impeach you for abusing your power in the parliament. In addition, I want to tell you that Mr. Brian is the vice president of the International Wizarding Confederation. Your stupid behavior towards him is very likely to be exposed internationally. At that time, our image will suffer a great loss in front of our peers, and this is absolutely unacceptable to Chairman Kohaug!" After saying that, Marcel turned around and walked away in high heels without waiting for Graves to give any response. The atmosphere in the conference room was as heavy as lead and mercury. Although the heads of other departments did not show any strange expressions, they were surprised and gloating in the depths of their eyes. With their status and position, generally speaking, everything can be solved through communication and negotiation. However, this time, Marcel actually made a harsh statement on such an occasion. It seems that Graves' reckless behavior really annoyed Marcel.

Although the power of Graves' family in the American magic political arena cannot be ignored, and Graves, who is at the center of the family's power, is definitely the object of others' goodwill on weekdays, but in the current situation, people can foresee that he will be unlucky soon, and no one is willing to get close to him.

The sporadic sound of the bench dragging continued for a while. When Graves was the only one left in the meeting room, he finally clenched his fist on the table, and the ferocity in his eyes even made his dark red pupils bleed. But in the end, his expression became dejected, and he slowly stood up and left.

The flickering firelight in the fireplace reflected on Graves's rigid face, making him look like an old man who was about to die, and a demon who wanted to devour human blood.

He walked towards his desk, but his steady steps revealed a hint of staggering.

On the upper right corner of the desk, on the front page of the New York Ghost published this morning, an old wizard with short silver hair but still a look of vitality that most young people don't have, was smiling, waving and bowing to the cheering crowd below. Graves only glanced at it and looked away, turning to a report in front of the main seat.

'The murder of Chago Pioliou - Analysis of the possibility of Amosta Blaine's crime'

This should have been completed by his subordinates during his meeting - seeing the title of the report, Graves's dull face became more lively, and his eyes were also urgent.

He took three or two steps to his seat, grabbed the report and flipped through it roughly.

The general situation and results of the entire arrest operation were not within his scope of concern, and even the analysis conclusions of this report were not important. Graves flipped through more than a dozen pages and finally found what he cared about.

‘List of Amostah Blaine’s belongings’

Grevis glanced at these words, and his right index finger slid across the scribbled words on the list, moving all the way down to the bottom. When he saw one of the things, his eyes immediately burst into light, and his finger suddenly exerted force and almost pierced the analysis report.

“Is it true? How could Blaine have this thing?”

Confusion passed through Graves’s square and solemn face, and his lips moved, and he murmured in disbelief.

Holding the analysis report tightly in his hand, many emotions flashed in Graves’ eyes-excitement, excitement, thinking, hesitation, and finally, all emotions turned into determination.

Grevis threw the report on the table, adjusted his expression in the reflection of the window glass, and after returning to his usual solemnity, he turned around and wanted to walk towards the fireplace, but when he took a step, he showed hesitation again. This hesitation did not last long. After glancing at Kohaug’s face on the table, his eyes regained firmness and he strode towards the fireplace.

He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, which was only left with embers.

In the gleaming green light, Graves shouted in a clear voice,

"The holding room."

Then, he stepped into the backflowing firelight and disappeared.

The shining neon lights of the city diluted the thick night.

Although it was late at night, looking up, almost every high-rise building was still lit. Muggles were working hard for their lives and the development of society in the steel giants they created. Their hard work made the cool air in the night air feel urgent.

"This is amazing. I have never been to New York, but I didn't expect it to be so unusual!" Sirius looked around, his expression difficult to hide his astonishment,

"You can't find so many high-rise buildings in London. The Muggles here are really awesome."

The constant travel between two continents made Amelia's clear face hard to hide the fatigue. The frequent and long-distance apparitions had exceeded her tolerance limit. When Sirius was sighing at the extraordinary magnificence of this city and London, the light and shadows around him began to spin in front of Amelia's eyes, getting more and more intense, and then--

"Oh!"

Sirius, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, caught Amelia who was about to fall to the ground. He raised his eyebrows with worry in his eyes,

"What's wrong with you?"

"Thank you--"

After taking a few deep breaths, Amelia felt better with the breeze blowing on her cheeks. She nodded gratefully to Sirius,

"I might just be a little tired. It's no big deal, Mr. Black, I Let's go to see Amosta, he lives in the building in front of us. "

Sirius was impressed by the tenacity of the strange girl beside him, but after looking at Fawkes on his shoulder, he asked with a little surprise, "Since it's right in front of us, why don't we just Apparate to Amosta's room?"

"I--"

Amelia lifted her hair, under the neon light, her pale face revealed a soft beauty that was different from her usual coldness, which made Sirius' heart beat a beat out of rhythm. "We don't know the situation, Mr. Black," Amelia said, "I'm sure there are Aurors watching his room or the surroundings. If we suddenly appear there, we won't be able to explain. I can go see Amosta, because Graves has not terminated the supervision order he gave me, but..." Amelia looked at Sirius, her eyes flickering, "Mr. Dumbledore said that you can hide yourself. If it's the Disillusionment Charm, unless you have a very high level of attainment, I'm not sure if you can hide it from the eyes of the Aurors watching nearby." "Oh, the Disillusionment Charm? I can use it, but I can't say I have a very high level of attainment, but--" Sirius smiled and tilted his head, "I have a better way than this!"