Homecoming from Hogwarts

Government interference in mainstream news media is something that happens no matter in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, no matter which country it is in. But when Remus got today's "New York Specter" early the next morning and found that there was only a few words about what happened last night, he still felt a certain amount of astonishment.

"I thought they would talk about it."

Remus said to Amosta, who was eating a bacon sandwich seriously across the table, and handed the newspaper in his hand over.

The good weather in New York was no longer the same as yesterday. In the southeast of the city, a large cumulonimbus cloud that blocked the sun was carried by the high-altitude wind toward the city. A heavy rain seemed inevitable.

After flipping through a few pages of the newspaper and scanning the reports, Amosta threw the newspaper aside. He swallowed the food in his mouth, then took a sip of hot tea and cleared his throat.

"Under normal circumstances, the Magic Congress may not block information so tightly, but during the general election, anything may be used as material to criticize the opponent, not to mention such a serious incident. Both sides will inevitably think that this It’s a trap thrown by competitors, so it’s not difficult to understand why they chose to suppress the news while knowing it tacitly.”

Remus nodded. This was not their Muggle. They didn't need to worry about the follow-up matters. Their current energy still needs to be focused on handling the joint review meeting next week.

Yesterday, they heard some very valuable information from Narlak's mouth, and learned the black material that could kill Graves.

But things are still difficult to handle.

Because it is irrational to threaten Graves in this way. Breaking the face and flipping the table is a good way to make the opponent submit, but if it is used as a regular method, then Amosta will sooner or later get himself It is impossible to move an inch in the magical world.

"Should we find a way to meet Graves, Amosta?"

The promotion of learning machines in America has been delayed for too long. Although Remus did not show it, he was actually very anxious.

After the riot was calmed down last night, they provided some information about the incident to the Aurors of the Security Department. Remus thought they would have a chance to meet Trak Graves, so Amosta A chance to see up close what's wrong with Graves' body.

But what he didn't expect was that even though Amosta had already requested a meeting, Graves still asked the Aurors to bring a message that he would not meet with them before the review meeting began.

"Graves' response to us last night was very blunt, but also very wise."

Amosta glanced out the window where the wind was rising, and said calmly,
"This is a very smart wizard. He knew that we would find a way to get close to him and persuade him to let us pass the review before the review meeting. Therefore, he directly pointed out this point and made our idea fail. If Graves is really like Nar As Lark said, there was a major physical problem. I even suspected that he was using this as an excuse to avoid us.

Because judging from this man's cautious style, he might suspect that if he appeared in front of me, I would see through his own situation. "

Remus frowned and thought for a while, then nodded reluctantly.

Taking out a tissue and wiping his mouth, Amosta stood up and left the table, took his coat off the hanger and put it on. He turned to look at Remus, who was still sitting there with a gloomy look on his face. He smiled slightly.

"Don't worry too much, Remus, we will find a way to deal with it."

Hearing this, Remus shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded. Then he realized that Amosta looked like he was about to go out.
"Are you still going to the Blind Pig, or are you going to meet Mr. Newt Scamander?"

"Narrak has no value anymore. Newt is currently fighting for the care rights of the poisonous leopard through various means. I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy to communicate with me for the time being."

Amosta pursed her lips and said with a smile,
"Shouldn't we go see Amelia now? She is the first friend we made in New York."

"friend?"

Remus curled his lips as he stood up.

"You say friends are friends, Amosta"

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is the first large-scale comprehensive hospital for magical illnesses and injuries in the wizarding world. Its establishment process provided valuable experience for the establishment of injury and illness healing institutions in magical civilizations around the world. In other words, many magical illnesses and injuries The hospital basically copied St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries in terms of setting up treatment departments.

St. Josiah's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries - This was not established by Josiah Jackson, the founder of MACUSA, but was named by later generations in memory of this great wizard who pushed the American wizarding world from chaos to civilization. The hospital was named after him and was crowned with the word 'holy'. Learning from the issues that arose when St. Mungo's was founded, St. Josiah's site selection was carefully considered.

It is not built in a crowded city, but is located at the foot of the Catskill Mountains, a two-hour drive from New York City.

This decision is undoubtedly wise, allowing patients who need a rest to fully enjoy the fresh air and beautiful natural scenery, rather than like St. Mungo's, where all patients live in square 'cages' that can only be opened through Watch the sun from the small window high in the wall.

Amosta and Remus had never been to St. Josiah's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, so they had no choice but to continue using Muggle transportation.

When they arrived at the hospital, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has beautiful scenery, the sky was completely overcast, and the world was swaying in the torrential wind and rain.

"I warned you, today is not a good time to visit -"

The No-Maj driver with a light golden fluffy beard turned his head and said to him,
"Do you need me to take you back again? If you are willing to continue to be my car, I will only charge you half of the fare for the return trip."

"Oh, no, thank you-"

Amosta smiled and handed over a few U.S. dollar bills.
"It's a unique experience to travel in the storm, isn't it?"

Looking at Amosta and Remus, who were holding their umbrellas with difficulty and quickly disappeared into a wild trail on the side of the road, the bearded driver twitched his eyes.

"Don't feel bad. Oh, I think you are crazy."

Although he didn't know the specific location, he was close enough to St. Josiah's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and through magic induction, Amosta easily found the healing hospital dedicated to wizards.

The heavy rain made it impossible for them to walk slowly over. After penetrating the barrier, Amosta took Remus and flew directly through the garden for patients to view, which was dark green in the heavy rain, and appeared in a large building. In front of the group.

"Oh, this looks a lot bigger than St. Mungo's--"

Remus, who saw St. Josiah's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for the first time, was quite surprised by the scale of the place.

The Magical Congress referred to the structure of Muggle hospitals when building this hospital. The outpatient department and the inpatient department here are two separate buildings.

As the only hospital in the United States that serves wizards, it will never be deserted no matter day or night.

Amosta and Remus, who had disguised themselves, squeezed through the crowded reception hall and waited in the long queue at the information desk for half an hour before they figured out which building Amelia Det was in. .

They walked through the corridor between the outpatient building and the inpatient building and went up to the top floor through the spiral staircase.

The inpatient department was much cleaner than the outpatient department, so Amosta and Remus heard the voices in Amelia's ward when they were still twenty feet away.

"Oh, Amosta--"

A slightly hoarse but gentle female voice came from Amelia's ward,
"Our daughter needs to rest. Can you teach her at another time?"

(End of this chapter)