Homecoming from Hogwarts

After a nine-hour flight, Amosta and Remus finally landed at Newark Liberty International Airport before the last ray of sunset disappeared over the horizon.

Taking Muggle transportation and flying for a whole day can't be said to be a very pleasant experience for two real wizards, but there is no way. The maintenance cost of the floo network system that connects continents is staggering, and business activities If you want to use it, you must pay a high fee and apply to the Ministry of Magic before being allowed to use it.

And given the current relationship between Hogwarts personnel and the Ministry of Magic, Amosta does not want to 'humiliate himself'.

Of course, illegal entry channels also exist, but crossing such a long distance, the price is even more astonishing. Although Amosta and Remus are both worth a lot of money now, there is no need to be 'taken advantage of'.

Besides, if two people do this with flying broomsticks, they will definitely make the officials of MACUSA laugh out loud.

"Well"

It was indeed not a pleasant experience to stay in a narrow cabin for so long. The cramped seats made Amosta feel that his back had become rigid. After coming out of the passage connecting the cabin, he stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass. In front of the window, Amosta glanced at New York, which was slipping into darkness, and stretched.

Turning around, Remus was also twisting his neck, his face turning blue.

"Have you never tried a Muggle flying vehicle before?" Amosta said with a smile.

"There was one time--"

Remus' breath was slightly disturbed, his twisted shoulders made a crunching sound, and he said with a wry smile,
"When they had just graduated from Hogwarts, Sirius and James wanted to try it. It was not a pleasant experience. James secretly complained about the plane. Well, Muggles called the fan blades hanging under the wings. .”

"engine."

Amosta said, with curiosity in his tone,

"What did he do?"

"Freezing Curse——"

Remus shook his head.
"I almost caused a catastrophe. I can't forget the scene now. Hundreds of Muggles were crowded in the bumpy cabin and screamed in despair. However, James himself was also scared to death-"

This was indeed an interesting past event, and Amosta laughed.

Of course, most of the people on this flight from London to New York were British, but there were also some faces from other continents mixed in. Many of them, like Amosta and Remus, were visiting for the first time. Go to this city, which is also known as an international city by Muggles like London. Through the glass windows, you can see the city center more than 20 kilometers away.

There are more modern buildings there than in London. As night falls, the rows of tall buildings are already flashing with sporadic lights, and the breath of freedom blows across the wilderness.

Muggle security at the airport came to drive away the passengers watching, and Amosta and Remus also moved with the crowd.

"I think we should-"

Remus took out a guide map from his windbreaker and frowned slightly, because the intricate passages and dense markings on the map made him confused.

"Magical Congress of the United States of America has an office here, and we have to get our wand-holding license and entry permit from there before we're allowed in, but"

Remus squinted, searching for the correct route among the signs.

"Oh, I think I've found a clue--"

Amosta did not study the map with Remus, but his eyes wandered left and right. Suddenly, he fixed on a guide sign for Muggles suspended from the ceiling dozens of feet away.

A brass owl squatted on the metal sign. While it was looking at the Muggles rubbing shoulders below, it was combing its non-existent feathers with its beak. None of the Muggles who passed under the brass cat's head noticed this incredible sight; apparently, they couldn't see it at all.

As the crowd approached the owl, the owl also locked eyes with Amosta and Remus after they approached a certain distance. It nodded towards the two people, then spread its wings and gave them directions. Got a direction.

"The entry instructions they sent me didn't mention it--"

Remus stuffed the guide chart into his pocket a little unhappy and followed the direction of the brass owl. Since he began to manage the workshop, Remus had to supervise the production of the workshop, and at the same time he needed to deal with wizards of high status in various countries under the guidance of goblins. The more times he started, he gradually built up his confidence and became more courageous. Expressing himself, the hurt caused by his werewolf identity is gradually fading away.

They walked into an inconspicuous passage with pale whitewashed walls on both sides of the narrow passage.

There are some silver-white metal doors inlaid on both sides of the wall, but these rooms belong to Muggles who work at the airport and are not the domain of wizards.

At the end of the passage is an elevator. There is a dusty maintenance sign in front of the rusty hall door. It seems that this elevator has been out of service for many years.

"we should--"

From a Muggle perspective, wizards are somewhat neurotic. Remus pondered, wondering whether he should try pressing the elevator summon button, but before he could make a decision, Amosta had already This was done. But what confused Remus was that Amosta stepped back after pressing the button, turning around to face the pale wall beside him.

Buzz--
The silence that lasted for a few seconds was suddenly broken, and a straight gap suddenly opened in the flat wall. Then, the walls on both sides of the gap faded away like waves, revealing a bright and dazzling place without any light source. The metal car body looks like an elevator car.

"How did you know?"

Remus asked with some surprise, knowing that Amosta had never visited this city.

"There's always a trace of magic."

Amosta blinked, smiled, and said enigmatically.

There were no control buttons in the car. After the two people stepped in, the car door was blocked by the wall again. After a slight tremor, the car began to move downward.

Amosta felt that the car moved down at least one hundred and fifty feet, and then, with a clear and monotonous sound, the car stopped.

This is an empty hall with no furnishings. There are several closed rooms on the wall opposite the elevator hall door, and then there is an information desk on the side.

After getting out of the car, Remus discovered that there was more than one elevator car entering here. There were twelve elevator hall doors lined up on the wall behind them.

When they walked towards the information desk, one of the hall doors also opened, and a middle-aged wizard with an Asian face entered the hall with them. Apart from them, there was only the information desk in the hall at this time. An old wizard with thick beard and gray hair.

The unattractive-looking wizard with an Asian face and carrying a heavy black suitcase looked tired. He had obviously gone through a long journey. He seemed careless, but in fact he looked at them warily. When his eyes passed over Remus's face, he didn't notice at all. There was no disturbance, but when his eyes were fixed on Amosta's face, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. It was obvious that he had recognized Amosta.

Asian faces always made Amosta feel good. He smiled at the wizard and nodded.

"from where?"

They walked to the information desk, but before they asked, the old wizard who was reading a copy of the "New York Ghost" asked without raising his head.

"London--"

Amosta said, glancing at the front page of the newspaper in the old wizard's hand, and his brows moved slightly.

"The second room on the left."

The old wizard said, turning over the front page and starting to read the news on the second page.

The Asian-faced wizard at the elevator entrance was still staring at Amosta Blaine in shock, as if he was not convinced that he had recognized the wrong person. Amosta smiled gently at him again, and then led Lem Si walked to the room across the hall.

(End of this chapter)