Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Come to the secret room after you're done. You still have a lot to learn."

After the grandparents and grandchildren had dinner together, old Fry gave a word of advice and then went to the mysterious secret room that was moved from the ancestral home in England.

Alice's eyes had regained their calmness. She nodded and got up to go to the study to handle official business.

In a study full of purple and black decorations, Alice first made herself a cup of hot tea, and then read the documents at the desk.

As for the business layout in the United States, the chief had planned everything, and it had been launched more than a year before the International Wizarding Conference.

So even if the US Congress did not sign a trade contract with the UK as expected.

But the work of dumping potions is still popular in the American magic black market, wantonly plundering various scarce raw materials.

As long as the military strikes of the congressional Aurors are withstood, the US Congress will definitely compromise in less than half a year.

Because black market smuggling can lead to a large amount of commercial tax losses.

Helplessly, the final result was that it was forced to sign a formal trade contract with the UK.

Normally, such a job can be handed over to a capable subordinate, and there is no need for Shaw's confidant like Alice to go there in person.

But the situation in the American magic world is much more complicated than expected.

Although the Congress is controlled by the descendants of the twelve Aurors, it can be seen from the last time that the Witch Party helped arrest the infiltrated members of the Twin Snakes that the ruling body here is almost like a sieve.

That's not all.

Under the strict international confidentiality law, various "reactionary alliances" have been born, and the Purgers have been making trouble from time to time.

So the situation in the American magic world is much more lively than expected, and many emergencies are really not something that ordinary people can decide.

Alice suddenly saw a report and immediately fell into deep thought.

After a while, she murmured.

"I didn't think this reckless father and son could find out such a secret. It's worth it that the chief has someone to protect them in secret."

As she spoke, she took out the communicator and prepared to send a message to the chief. After thinking about it, she felt that it was not clear, so she took out a blank parchment and wrote a letter.

. . . .

The streets of New York were a little deserted, with few pedestrians.

The winter snow was falling, and the few passers-by were also in a hurry, stepping on the snow and rushing home.

At a street corner, a lame black dog ran out of a chimney with an oil paper bag in its mouth, and quickly flashed into the alley amid the owner's cursing.

Even if there were only three big black dogs, they were still walking briskly in the snow.

Soon, the lame black dog came to a shed in the slums and lowered his head to get into a leaky broken door.

And Harry Potter, who was supposed to lead the dance at the Christmas ball of the Five Strong Tournament.

At this moment, he was wearing a greasy wool blanket and was carefully sorting out some information by a small stove. He didn't notice when the big black dog came in.

The big black dog was Sirius, who had lost all his magic and could not return to his human form.

He put the oil paper bag on a small low table next to the stove, and then barked at Harry who was in a trance.

"Woof woof woof!"

Harry raised his somewhat gray and black face, but he was not as thin as he imagined, but his eyes were very bright.

"Sirius, you are back. If you ask me, it is more convenient for me to find food. In ordinary Muggle communities in the United States, not many people should know me."

Sirius shook his big dog head firmly, and pointed at the oil paper bag with his dog paw, indicating Harry to eat it while it was hot.

Harry couldn't resist the increasingly stubborn godfather, so he could only pick up the oil paper bag helplessly. After opening it, there was a greasy and steaming roast chicken inside.

Harry had developed some etiquette at Hogwarts. Even though he was embarrassed, he used his wand to conjure a pool of water to wash his hands before he started eating the roast chicken.

Sirius refused the chicken leg Harry handed to him, and crawled by the stove to quietly look at his godson. His bright dog eyes were less arrogant than before, and more thoughtful.

After the two left the Forbidden Forest last time, they discussed and smuggled to the United States based on some overheard news.

Sirius, as a godfather, was definitely unreliable. He dared to take Harry, a child that Voldemort was looking for all over the world, around.

But his rich experience still ensured the safety of the two, and he really got some meaningful information for them.

But even so, a lame dog and a child suffered a lot of hardships and sadness in the process.

Harry's hard work in practicing basic spells was enough to prevent him from starving to death or freezing to death.

Harry hurriedly finished his Christmas dinner and picked up the previous information again to browse.

Since the father and son dared to sneak into the United States, they must have really had clues and felt it was necessary.

They wanted to investigateThe story is about the specific relationship between the American Purgers and the Twin Snakes.

The starting point of the investigation is based on some of the disappearances of American little wizards that Harry heard from Hermione: the New York slums.

Not to mention, the combination of this child and a black dog is more inconspicuous than ordinary adult wizards in the slums, which is very convenient for action.

So a lot of things were found quickly.

The Magical Congress of the United States was established in 1693, earlier than the American Muggle government established in 1776.

At that time, the International Statute of Secrecy had just been promulgated, which was very coincidental.

The opportunity was the Salem Witch Trials, in which an ordinary witch was persecuted by Muggles and Puritans.

The largest anti-witch fanatic organization in the United States: the Purgers, was established by the people who called themselves "the second Salem" in their descendants.

The reason is roughly that things will turn against themselves when they reach the extreme, or is it because of the fear of being born strange?

In the early days, the legal system of the American magic world was not perfect, and a group of wizards who wandered from all over the country became bounty hunters and made money by catching criminals.

Many of them also joined the Scourers.

These wizards had no position as wizards at all, and instead targeted wizards, becoming more greedy and capturing innocent people as criminals.

Later, the Magic Congress was established. After repression and trial, some members of the Scourers were executed, while others lived in the Muggle world under a pseudonym.

In order to hide their identities, they only gave birth to Squibs, and abandoned or even killed little wizards who could do magic.

Gradually, the resentment these Scourers held towards wizards became even more distorted.

There was nothing they could not do, and the turmoil they set off was more evil each time.

And now, after many days of investigation, Sirius and Harry, perhaps due to the protagonist's luck, actually found the whereabouts of Salem, who was unknown for which generation.

Harry drew a few circles on several locations on the information, and said excitedly to Sirius.

"As long as we catch the leader of this evil organization that is suspected to be supported by the Twin Snakes, we will have the confidence and credit to ask the Chief to help you cure your illness."