Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 "Professor, even if you don't use the Muggle Deportation Curse, wouldn't the Muggles see this cursor?" The bright green arrow led the way, pointing one street after another. The Muggles around didn't seem to see the cursor, they walked in a hurry and stepped straight on.

"Since the release of the confidentiality law, the revised version of the curse has its own function. Muggles-Allen, we should respect local customs when we come to the United States. Muggles will subconsciously ignore this cursor. Even some people When they see it, they will also immediately think of some things that they have to deal with right away-such as the illusion of sudden urgency." Professor Flitwick explained.

　　 Following the cursor, Professor Flitwick led Allen to an office building with an owl logo.

　　 Allen looked up, and on the outer wall of the building high above it was written brightly-Woolworth Building.

　　 Senior white-collar workers come and go through a large turnstile.

　　 The cursor points to a side door on the corner of the building. The guard guarding the door is a man in a cloak uniform.

　　 "Excuse me?" The wizard stopped Alan and them responsibly.

　　 Professor Flitwick immediately took out a pass with a blue seal and handed it to the guard.

　　 The guard took the pass and examined it carefully, checking whether the photo above was consistent with Alan and the others. After confirming that it was correct, he used his magic wand to click on the pass, and a seal floated in the air, spinning around in the air.

　　 At this time, Allen also read the handwriting on the seal clearly: "MACUSA".

　　 The guard handed the pass back to Professor Flitwick, and then immediately opened the door behind him.

　　 Professor Flitwick led Allen through the door. When they came in, the entire hall was transformed from the Woolworth Building to the Magic Congress of the United States of America under the influence of magic.

　　 They walked up a wide staircase and entered the main hall-a spacious and magnificent space with an incredible high vaulted roof.

　　 A huge turntable is located high, with many gears and a disk surface, and the colorful disk surface is engraved with the text: Magic Exposure Threat Level. The green part is security 0 threat, and then gradually it is low threat, medium threat, high threat, unexplainable severe situation and the highest level of emergency.

　　 At this time, the pointer of the turntable points to low threat. A daunting portrait hangs behind the turntable of an extraordinary wizard, William Piqueley, chairman of the Magic Congress.

Owls are flying around in the hall, and many wizards and wizards are busy at work. Allen noticed that many of them are obviously larger than the British. It seems that they will be influenced by the American Muggle food style. Professor Liwei led Allen through the busy crowd. A curly wizard with this trendy wand, waving his wand, hurried past Ellen, muttering, "These **** animals, sooner or later I will make you look good!"

　　 After a while, some wizards in uniform black robes hurried over, "How to deal with these illegally entered creatures?"

　　 "It might be locked up!"

　　 "Knox has done a great job this time and may be promoted to office director!"

　　 "He will come out of that small office before talking!"

　　 A few people and Ellen passed by, and Ellen couldn’t help turning his head to stare at them, and was soon torn apart by Professor Flitwick.

　　 Before entering the elevator door, Allen saw several wizards sitting in line, waiting for a house elf to help them polish their wands, using a complicated feather device.

　　 The elevator door opened, and a fairy waiter inside saluted them, "Sir, where are you going?"

　　 "Wand License Office." Professor Flitwick said, his tone of voice did not fluctuate.

　　 The fairy waiter used a long stick with claws to stab the elevator button above his head, and the elevator began to descend.

　　 The elevator descends very fast, but the elevator shaft is very long, so when they reach the designated floor, it took some time.

　　 The elevator door opened, and outside was a narrow, stuffy, windowless basement room. This is a painful contrast with the floors above.

　　Professor Flitwick led Allen through a hundred old typewriters, which were unmanned, crackled and typed automatically, and crisscrossed glass pipes hung from the ceiling above.

　　 Every time a document is typed out, it automatically folds into a mouse and hurriedly crawls to the office above through the corresponding pipe.

　　 In a dim corner of the room, there was a sign hanging there: Wand Permit Office.

　　 They bowed their heads and walked into this office. It was a cramped and boring office, only slightly larger than the storage room, and there were piles of unopened wand applications.

　　 A desk is crowded in the middle of this cramped office, looking very pitiful. Although the room is small, it has advantages. For example, Allen suddenly found that the office was empty.

　　 "Professor, why are we here? Didn't you send the application for holding a wand by post a long time ago?" Allen asked puzzled.

　　 "That's right, but the Leonard Knox I'm looking for is in this office." Professor Flitwick looked around, couldn't believe his eyes.

　　 "The duel runner-up?" Allen was a little unbelievable, a wizard with powerful magic power and outstanding combat power actually fell to this point!

　　 At this time, a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle walked slowly into this office ~www.ltnovel.com~. Seeing Flitwick and Allen, he didn’t even ask, “The wand holding permit will be issued soon, please wait patiently where you are staying. Who makes us short of manpower! The only capable people are too capable. I’m afraid I won’t stay here for long."

　　 "I'm sorry, what I want to ask is—" Professor Flitwick wanted to explain his intention.

　　 "I said, go back first and wait patiently. Please go back first!" The "Mediterranean" attitude was rather impatient.

　　 It seems that this is a lazy government official who is arrogant and arrogant, with a typical "ugly face and difficult things"!

Professor Flitwick and Allen looked at each other. Professor Flitwick turned and left. Before going out, Allen suddenly thought of what he had heard in the upstairs lobby, and then thought of the words of this person, suddenly turned his head and said loudly: "Leonard Knox!"

　　 "What, what did you say?" "Mediterranean" stepped forward quickly, squeezed Alan away, and stuck his head out.

　　 Seeing that there was no one in the narrow corridor, he said angrily, "What are you talking about? Leonard? Where is Knox?"

　　 "That's exactly what we want to ask, sir! We are here to find Mr. Leonard Knox." Allen said with a gentle smile and politely.

　　 "Who are you? Why are you looking for Leonard? Knox?" "Mediterranean" looked suspiciously at Professor Flitwick and Allen, secretly speculating about their relationship with Leonard.

"We are British wizards. This is Professor Felius Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw School of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the teacher of the Hogwarts Curse. He and Leonard Knok Mr. Si is a close friend." Allen blinked and successfully saw the face of the middle-aged wizard on the opposite side change drastically.