The Death Knell

As soon as these words were spoken, after a moment of silence, the robbers gave way dejectedly, sat down on the street dejectedly, and cried bitterly.

Su Ming just shook his head and continued to lead Snape towards the headquarters of the Magic Congress. He only needed to cross another road.

Snape also turned his head and glanced at the man. The man was undoubtedly still alive, but he seemed to have lost all his spiritual support and his eyes were distracted.

"What kind of magic is this?" The black-clothed professor approached Su Ming and asked in a low voice.

"It's not magic, it's psychology." The physical education professor shook his head and showed Snape the finger that had just blocked the muzzle of the gun. There was a small ball of black mud there: "Although the man just now was dirty and smelly, he looked like a homeless man. It’s the same as Han, but the fabric of his clothes is originally very good, as are the leather shoes on his feet, there are traces of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the calluses on his fingers are caused by typing on the keyboard rather than using weapons.”

"So?" Snape had no idea what this meant.

"This is Broadway. Ordinary No-Majs would not come here even if they want to get drunk. But this person only knows this place to drink, so it can be inferred that the place where he used to work should also be somewhere near the downtown area. And nearby What kind of job requires so much contact with the small keyboard area of ​​​​the computer keyboard that the first four fingers of the right hand are left with calluses? The answer is a job on Wall Street..."

Su Ming rubbed his fingers, as if he had finished speaking and was too lazy to tell the answer.

"?" Snape asked with a black question mark on his face.

Deathstroke raised his hand to stop the car that was coming at high speed, and pulled Snape across the street. Someone with a sweet mouth poked his head out of the car and asked them if they knew how to cross the street, but he just opened the corner of his clothes to let the other person see. Looking at the grenade launcher in his arms...

Well, now the drivers have learned to give way to pedestrians, and Snape, who entered a big city for the first time, also successfully crossed the road while listening to his colleagues’ explanation:

"This unlucky guy is a bankrupt hedge fund manager. The word he fears most now is gambling. He lost everything last time, but this time he is obviously not ready because the muzzle of his gun is blocked by mud. I just Make him fearful and he will lose his ability to resist, Severus, this is the power of intelligence, I thought you would understand."

Snape put his hands in his pockets with a straight face: "Indeed."

"Okay, we're here. We need to register the wand here, then explain our purpose, and use the door key of Parliament to go to the foot of Ilvermorny School." Su Ming looked at the guard who was still standing at the small door at night. The man was dressed no differently from the doormen of other hotels. The blue woolen coat looked very nice, so the professor said to the man, "Let's do the immigration registration."

The guard looked them over, and Snape also cooperated by lifting the corner of his clothes to reveal his wand. The guard opened the door behind him and opened it with a smile: "Welcome to America."

Snape was still a little disappointed, feeling that the MAC's defense was no more than this, but after entering the space hall at the entrance, facing the rows of animated statues on the wall, he felt that he did lack some insight.

These bald eagles made of bronze have been cast with activation spells. They are usually like decorations on the wall with their wings spread out to support the beams above. Only their heads can be turned back and forth for observation, but they are the first line of defense when necessary. Hundreds of these are enough to stall many wizards.

Through the short metal doorway and guards, a large watch similar to a bell tower appeared in front of the two people. The current alert level was displayed on the dial, and there were hurried wizards coming and going around them.

The magic simulated sunlight. At this time, the virtual scenery outside the window could be seen. The two stood on the edge like a trestle. When they raised their heads, they saw a patio composed of hundreds of floors. Looking down, they also saw a courtyard composed of hundreds of floors. of abyss.

The space seems to spread endlessly.

"Sit down and rest for a while. I'll go make the registration appointment. You know the bureaucracy." Su Ming looked for the reception counter and then arranged for Snape to sit on a chair nearby. There was a white airport-like hall in the hall. Metal chairs for people to read newspapers while waiting.

The semi-official publication in the UK is the Daily Prophet, while in the United States it is the New York Ghost. Their reporters are really as pervasive as ghosts, and there is often a lot of interesting news in the newspaper.

Snape noticed a house elf next to the chair riding a bicycle-like machine. The belt drove two furry flywheels, which could wax and maintain the wand at the same time.

Some American wizards simply handed over their wands to elves, and were still addicted to newspapers. Snape asked himself that he could not do this, and he would never give his wand to others.

When Su Ming came back to sit next to him and drank coffee together, Snape seemed very uncomfortable because he saw a large goblin walking around like a clerk.

"Have you noticed the half-goblins?" The physical education professor noticed his eyes keenly. Indeed, these goblins are very different from those in Gringotts Bank. They are taller and stronger, and they are obviously employees here.

"I've heard of these creatures, hybrids of humans and goblins." Snape raised his cup to cover his face. He spoke in a low voice so that outsiders could not detect: "And this makes me sick. There were rumors that Professor Flitwick has goblin blood, which is a complete slander.”

Yes, Harry was so suspicious, and it came out through Ron's big mouth, just because Professor Flitwick was a dwarf.

Harry had never seen a dwarf, so he could only judge by his height that Flitwick might have goblin blood.

In fact, the face of the goblin is very ferocious. No matter how mixed the blood is, the sharp nose like a bird's beak is an unchangeable feature.

"Despite what you've been told, I say welcome to America. Because there's nothing Americans can't do, including raping goblins and impregnating them, even though enslaving goblins was banned in the United States after 1892. But before that, the number of mixed-race children born was already very large, and now we can only have a tacit attitude towards their existence and reproduction."

Su Ming drank the coffee and put the cup on the table aside. Soon an elf came to refill it for him.

"They seem to be more humble than pure goblins. If Gringotts has this service attitude, their business will be better." Snape stared at the half-goblin passing by, the very old creature. He shivered, lowered his head and slipped away with the mop.

Deathstroke shrugged, this is also reality: "Just like pure bloods look down on Muggles, half-elves are not as powerful in magic as elves. Although they have inherited some human advantages, being strong and tall is nothing in the magical world. Humans hate them. , Goblins hate them too, they can only do some of the work that squibs do.”

"It's our turn, let's go."

Snape stood up because the magic scrolling sign above the reception desk showed their names, asking them to go to the 'Alien Registration Office' on the 130th floor.