Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 941 Choice
The Woolworth Building as night falls.

What happened last night was definitely a shame for MACUSA. A dark wizard rushed into the building, killed the employees, took Amosta's wand and left safely. This seemed to illustrate the vigilance measures inside the building. Completely in name only.

Fortunately, the news of Chairman Samuel Kohaug's re-election swept the entire American wizarding world and attracted the attention of reporters who listened everywhere, so 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'm going to remind you again, Graves—"

The routine department head meeting ended, the room door opened, and the cold, depressing atmosphere that filled the conference room immediately leaked out.

Ms. Marcil White from the International Magical Cooperation Department was the first to rush out of the conference room. From the frosty expression on her face, it could be seen that the exchange just now was definitely not a pleasant one.

Marcil rushed out of the conference room, stepped out of the door and turned around suddenly, looking at Graves who was still sitting at the conference table with a gloomy expression but unwavering eyes, and said coldly,
"If Mr. Braine interrupts cooperation with us because of your rude behavior, then I will definitely impeach you in parliament for abusing your power. In addition, I want to tell you that Mr. Braine is the deputy director of the International Federation of Wizards. Chairman, your stupid actions against him are very likely to be exposed internationally, and our image will be greatly damaged in front of our peers, and this is absolutely unacceptable to Chairman Kohaug!"

After saying that, Marcil didn't wait for Graves to give any reply, then turned around and left on her high heels.

The atmosphere in the conference room was as heavy as lead and mercury. Although the heads of other departments had no expressions on their faces, there was surprise and gloating deep in their eyes.

Based on their status, generally speaking, everything can be resolved through communication and negotiation, but this time, Marcil actually put down harsh words directly on such an occasion. It seems that Graves' reckless behavior really made Marcil I was extremely annoyed.

Although the power of Graves' family in American magic politics cannot be ignored, and Graves, who is at the center of family power, is definitely the object of favor from others on weekdays, under the current circumstances, people can foresee that he is about to be unlucky. , and no one wants to get close to him.

The faint sound of the bench being dragged continued for a while. When only Graves was left in the conference room, his fists on the table finally clenched, and the ferocity in his eyes even made his dark red pupils bleed. Light. But in the end, his expression became depressed, and he slowly stood up and left.

The flickering firelight in the fireplace reflects on Graves's rigid face, making him look like a dying old man and a demon who wants to devour human blood.

He walked towards his desk, his steps steady but with a hint of faltering.

In the upper right corner of the desk, on the front page of the "New York Ghost" published this morning, an old wizard with short silvery hair, but still an energy in his eyes that most young people do not have, is smiling at the cheering crowd below. After waving and bowing, Graves only glanced twice before looking away, turning to look at a report placed in front of him.

'The Murder of Chago Piorio--Analysis on the Possibility of Amosta Brain's Crime'

This should have been completed by his subordinates during his meeting - seeing the title of the report, Graves' dull face became a little more alive, and his eyes also showed urgency.

He walked to his seat in two or three steps, grabbed the report and began to read it roughly.

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

'List of Amosta Blaine's belongings'

Graves caught a glimpse of these words. The index finger of his right hand ran across the scrawled words on the list, all the way down to the bottom. When he saw one of the things, his eyes immediately burst into light, and he almost poked it with his finger. Broken analysis report,

"Really, how could Blaine have this thing?"

Confusion flashed across Graves' square, solemn face, and his lips moved, murmuring in disbelief.

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

Graves threw the report on the table, straightened his expression against the reflection of the window glass, and after returning to his usual solemnity, turned around to walk towards the fireplace, but as he took a step forward, he looked hesitant again. This hesitation did not last long. After glancing at Kohaug's face on the table, his eyes returned to determination and he strode towards the fireplace.

He grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace where only embers remained.

In the flashing green light, Graves shouted in a clear voice, "Detention room."

Then, he stepped into the flames and disappeared.

The city's shining neon lights diluted the thick night.

Although it is late at night, when you look up, almost every one of the rows of high-rise buildings is still lit with lights. The Muggles are working hard day and night for their own lives and the development of society in the steel giants they have created. Their exhaustive efforts made the cool night air feel urgent.

"This is really amazing. I've never been to New York, but I didn't expect it to be so extraordinary!"

Sirius looked around with an expression of shock that could not be concealed.

"You don't find so many tall buildings in London. The Muggles here are so awesome."

The non-stop traveling between two continents made Amelia's slender face look tired. The frequent and long-distance Apparition had exceeded her endurance limit. While Sirius was sighing at the extraordinary magnificence of this city and London, the surrounding lights and shadows spun in front of Amelia's eyes, becoming more and more intense, and then——
"Oh!"

Sirius, who had quick eyes and quick hands, supported Amelia who was about to fall to the ground. He raised his eyebrows with worry in his eyes.

"what happened to you?"

"Thanks--"

After taking a few deep breaths, Amelia felt better as the breeze blew against her cheeks. She nodded gratefully to Sirius,
"I'm just maybe a little tired. It's no big deal. Mr. Black, let's go see Amosta. He lives in the building in front of us."

Sirius was impressed by the tenacity shown by the strange girl next to him. However, after looking at Fox on his shoulder, he still felt a little strange and asked,
"Since it's right in front of us, why don't we just apparate into Amosta's room?"

"I call-"

Amelia lifted her hair, and under the neon lights, her pale face revealed a soft beauty that was different from the coldness of the past, causing Sirius's heart to beat for a beat.

"We don't know the situation Mr. Black,"

Amelia said,
"His room. Or around. I'm sure there are Aurors watching. If we suddenly appeared there, we wouldn't be able to explain it. I can go see Amosta, because Graves hasn't terminated the transfer he handed over. My regulatory orders, but"

Amelia looked at Sirius, her eyes flickering,

"Mr. Dumbledore said you can hide yourself. If it's the Disillusionment Curse, unless you have a very high level of attainment, I'm not sure if it can be hidden from the eyes of the Aurors who are watching nearby."

"Oh, the Disappearance Curse? I can indeed use it, but I can't say I have a high level of attainment, but -"

Sirius smiled and tilted his head.
"I have a better way than this!"

(End of this chapter)