[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"Why are you so crazy?" When he was packing his things in the dormitory the next day, Riddle said unhappily beside him, "Exiting school? As for it? Isn't it just a trivial matter? Why don't you forgive him Woolen cloth?"

"It's a small thing for you, but it's the last straw that breaks the camel's back for me." He packed all his things into a shoulder bag. "I didn't leave because of Harry's behavior, it's just that his behavior just made me realize that I have no reason to stay here."

"Where can you go if you leave here? Your friends are all here! Your life is here!"

"I don't have any friends here." He swung his shoulder bag behind his back and strode away from Riddle. "Not a single one."

Three days later, he boarded the return Hogwarts Express.

He was the only passenger, and he sat in a box near the end.Every time Harry and Ron have to wait for the train to leave soon, so the box at the end seems to be exclusive to them.This was the last time he took the Hogwarts Express, and this time he was alone.

Back in London, he exchanged a milkshake for half an hour of free internet, searched for the address of the American consulate, and found out which subway number to take there.

"Hi~ Is this the latest computer?" The waitress in the restaurant greeted him stiffly, "It looks so cool!"

"Yes, it's a special one, and it's not available in the market." He looked at his tablet, not finding it attractive. It looked like a clear plastic board with two handles on it. with a rough map of London.

"Are you an American? Traveling to the UK?" The other party asked curiously, but in his opinion it was more like looking for something to say. "Separated from your parents?"

"Study abroad, in fact, but I'm going back." He stood up and put the computer back in his shoulder bag. "I came alone. Thank you for the milkshake. It's very delicious."

It wasn't until he left the restaurant that he realized he now looked like an 11-year-old.

However, this did not prevent people from the consulate from quickly recognizing him and arranging a special flight to California for him.

After getting off the plane, he was greeted first by officials from the United States Department of Magic.

"In view of your violations on American soil, the British Ministry of Magic has granted our extradition request and transferred your sentence to the American Wizengamot Wizarding Court. We regret to inform you that we need Forfeit your wand forever." The US Ministry of Magic official read his sentence to a small note and handed him the official paperwork.

"Confiscated? Not destroyed?" He had long been mentally prepared for the judgment of the US Ministry of Magic, but he didn't expect that it would be different from the British law.

"We are different from the rigid British. We only punish wizards, not wands." The official replied solemnly.

He surrendered his wand.

"It says there are two of your usual wands." The other party put the wand on an instrument that looked like brass, and the machine spit out a small piece of paper, "In addition to this elderberry, there is also an acacia of."

"That wand is still in England, I trust the British Ministry of Magic to confirm that." His wand was still in Riddle's hand.

"Okay. Then the procedure is complete." The other party gave him a big hug suddenly, which made him quite frightened, "Welcome to America! A country of freedom! Come with me, those Muggles are waiting for you Woolen cloth."

He followed the other party out of the airport ignorantly, only to find a motorcade parked there neatly outside.

"This is..." He could not help but stop.

"You are an important person now, and the military needs to ensure your safety." The Ministry of Magic official patted him on the shoulder and pushed him over.

He rubbed the painful spot and walked towards the car.

"Hi, my name is Manson." After sitting down in the car, the man sitting in the passenger seat turned around and shook hands with him, "You have now been requisitioned by the US military and assigned to me. Management, I am your boss, understand? I don’t care what you usually do, as long as you don’t leave the scope of our plan for you and don’t leak secrets to unrelated people. Rarely, I will arrange for you to participate in large-scale scientific research You must obey in the attacking project. If you don't agree, I will throw you into the top prison. It is specially designed for people in the magic world like you. It is anti-apparition, which can detect and respond to magic fluctuations. Once you enter , unless we let you out, live in it for the rest of your life. Am I clear enough?"

He could only nod his head.

"Very well, the person who opened the door for you just now is my deputy, Julie." Manson pointed to the adult woman sitting next to him, "What do you need, whether it is scientific research or life or physical You can ask her about everything you need. But most of the time, you don’t need to find her in person. We will arrange two assistants for you. They are already waiting for you in the laboratory, and you can hand them over to them for trivial matters. The country hopes that you can devote all your energy to contributing to the development and progress of mankind. Do you understand me when I say this? Don’t make any requests to go to an amusement park. Let me tell you, the thing I hate the most is children!"

"I'm not a kid anymore." He retorted unhappily. "Can I go to college?"

"Absolutely not. If you need to speak to a university professor, we'll call him in."

"Okay." He felt a little frustrated.Although he had thought of these conditions a long time ago, he was still a little reluctant when he actually experienced them.

"Now we are sending you to the place you should go. There is an exchange meeting being held there, and all the top experts in various fields are invited. Whatever they ask, you answer whatever you want, and tell the truth about what you know. Okay Now, let's rest for a while, this road will take a while." Manson waved his hand impatiently, and turned back.

"I don't quite understand," he asked softly, "Aren't you afraid that I'm lying?"

"Julie, explain to him." Manson's voice came from the front.

"The Ministry of Magic official who met you at the airport, who also works in our agency, puts a little detection port on you so we can measure your heart rate. Manson is an amazing micro-expression recognizer An expert, who can determine your state of mind just by looking at you, or watching your facial expressions in the rearview mirror. On the other side of you, the man who has been silent, he is a skilled cameraman. A spiritual master, if he doesn't chant spells to you or keep eye contact with you, although he can't see what you're thinking, he still knows whether you're telling the truth or lying." His name is Zhu. Li's woman explained to him with a smile.

"Oh." He lowered his head, knowing that he was once again under strict surveillance.But this time, he chose to do so. "So, you don't want to ask me where I got those confidential documents?"

"You didn't sell them and you didn't make them public, did you?"

"Well, I have completely deleted those files."

"That's enough." Manson replied straightforwardly, "The only organizations that are willing to buy these materials, the CIA has undercover agents in it, if you sell them, we already know. But I have to ask, the one that was captured Where is the quantum computer you stole now?"

"It's mine! I ordered it, it's mine, and I can keep it where I want."

"Oh, then I have to inform you that your private property has been confiscated by the military. Since your nationality has been transferred to the United States, well, it is the duty of American citizens to cooperate with the military." Manson said indifferently. "Okay, where the hell is it?"

"At Hogwarts, I installed it in the castle." He wondered what the Americans could do.

"The magic school in England? Then let it stay there, and wizards who want to come to England won't use it, right?" Manson laughed roughly, but no one in the car agreed.

"As a wizard who grew up in England, I'm a bit confused by the relationship between wizards and Muggles in America," he says cautiously.

"Ah, yes, as you can imagine, there is a close collaboration between wizards and Muggles—what we call non-magical people—in the United States, which does not violate the relevant provisions of the International Statute of Secrecy. Anyway, the American Wizards are also Americans, aren't they? Since they are Americans, they have the responsibility to contribute to the development of the country, and I think you understand this." Manson grinned at him from the rearview mirror.

He leaned his body against the back of the seat.In the past, he was only familiar with the wizarding world in England. He believed that it was normal for the wizarding world to be independent of the Muggle world. Wizards are like Jews who have been mixed in human society. They have their own associations and their own scope of activities. Wizards keep in touch with each other. Proud of who he is, and rarely interacts with people who are not of his own kind unless necessary.Similar to the Jews owning Israel, the wizards also have their own territory, but they have not established a country openly.But in the United States, the wizard here is closer to his positioning as an ordinary person with superpowers.Superpowers are just a kind of ability, just like some people understand Spanish and some people can drive a car. A wizard can only do magic tricks, and there is no essential difference from other people.

Perhaps the United States is a more suitable place for him to live than the United Kingdom.