The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The cruise ship arrived at New York Harbor at 10 a.m., and Loren and others disembarked in an orderly manner along the bridge.

There was a long queue at the immigration, crowded with people from various countries. Before Loren and the others could officially join the queue, a rough-looking black man walked over from the side.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen."

The black man was wearing the clothes of an immigration officer, but the Muggle uniform felt strangely awkward on him: "The looking glass reacts to you, wizard?"

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, both of them a little confused. The Grangers and Bates were completely confused about the situation. They looked at the black man warily.

"Hey! Don't be nervous!"

The black man waved his hands in a comforting gesture. He turned sideways and pointed out the passage next to them: "I am here to guide wizards like you. I mean using No-Majs - oh, using you." In other words, they are Muggles. To be honest, I think No-Majs are more suitable to describe them - in short, they are wizards who entered the country in the No-Maj way. Let me be your guide."

"Come with me."

The black man greeted them warmly and led them into the passage: "You can call me Mike, don't complain, although it is true that many Americans have this name... I belong to the Magic Security Management Department, and I have been in contact with it since last month. Reception work.”

Loren glanced at Mike, who was talking to himself non-stop, and judged that his magic reaction was less than half that of the Hogwarts professors. After marking him as a low-level combat power, he motioned to a few people next to him to follow him. .

Mike took them to a spacious room. The incandescent lamp was emitting a dazzling light. There were some bottled drinking water and canned coffee on the reception table.

There were some lantern-style looking glasses hung on the surrounding walls, which glowed green as Loren and Hermione walked past them. The looking-glasses dimmed as the Grangers and Bates passed by them.

Several people quickly understood the function of the indicator light. Loren and Hermione looked at it with curiosity. This was the first time they had seen such a detection method. Wendell couldn't help but take a few more glances, trying to find any trace of magic on the lanterns, but of course he couldn't see anything.

After asking a few people to sit down at the guest seats, Mike walked to the main seat and started a routine inquiry:

"Sorry, can I see your No-Maj IDs? Since you came through the ordinary way, you should have these things."

Bates took out the three people's IDs from his bag and handed them over.

Mike didn't check it carefully. He just glanced at the information from the three adults and then put it down. He stayed on Loren and Hermione's IDs for a few seconds.

"Loren Morgan, Hermione Granger..."

Mike looked at the photo on the ID: "British, right?"

"Yes," Hermione replied.

"First time in New York?"

"Yes." Loren nodded.

"Do you have any potions in your carry-on luggage?"

Loren paused and replied, "No."

Mike glanced at him, as if he could see that his answer was untrue, but did not ask for investigation, and then asked: "Where are the magical animals?"

"Absolutely not." Loren answered simply.

Both Hanhan and Crookshanks stayed at home, the bedroom windows were unlocked, and there was enough food left on the trees in the backyard. With the intelligence of the two little guys, they should not starve to death.

Mike looked incompetent at all. After asking a few simple questions, he returned the certificates to them: "Sorry, routine inquiry, regulations left by the ministry. It is said that many years ago, a guy among you British wizards brought them A zoo came and caused a big mess..."

Wendell and Bates listened with great interest, and they vaguely realized that the distance between wizards and ordinary people in this country was closer than imagined.

"The last item, register the wand..."

As Mike spoke, he took out the parchment from behind and unfolded it on the table. "Aim at the small dots on the parchment and output a little magic power... Remember, it only takes a little bit. There was a reckless boy last week who directly Burned my registration book, his parents are still Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic..."

Listening to his rambling voice, Loren and Hermione exchanged a few glances and clicked on the parchment as he asked.

Wendell craned his neck and looked curiously.

The wand was like a quill filled with ink. A ball of ink spread out on the parchment, and scrawled writing was slowly outlined under the ball of ink:

"Loren Morgan: Applewood, Phoenix Tail Feathers"

"Hermione Granger: Vinewood, Dragon's Nerve"

Mike quickly folded the parchment and smiled more sincerely at the people: "Well, welcome to New York!"

…

The basement floor of the Woolworth Building in downtown New York.

The light in the inquiry room is bright, and taking No-Majs to the underground floor for inquiry can avoid all kinds of incredible magic scenes upstairs, which can effectively reduce the workload of the memory canceller.

"It looked like a wolf walking upright, or a zombie, but it hadn't rotted yet... I saw that guy's in the underground pipes in the Brooklyn neighborhood. I saw teeth, sharp teeth, and wetness. hair."

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow plumber's uniform sat in the interrogation room and said in a panic.

He was holding the hot coffee handed to him by the staff of the building. That had already happened three days ago, but he still couldn't help feeling frightened when he recalled the scene of that night.

In fact, he thought it was the product of human experimentation by a certain pharmaceutical company, or some biochemical weapon being cultivated by the government army. Obviously, these speculations cannot be disclosed, because the person who is taking the confession is also a person from a government agency, although he does not know what agency this is.

Bob the plumber recounted in detail what he saw in the underground pipes that night. It was already two hours before he left the building.

Bob stood at the intersection and looked back at the Woolworth Building, with some doubts in his eyes.

It had been less than five minutes since he came out of the building, but now he couldn't remember the pipe structure inside the building. He obviously observed these every time he went to a new place.

As for the staff who asked questions, he couldn't recall their faces now.

"That's weird..." Bob muttered and walked away muttering.

In the Woolworth Building, a group meeting of the Humanoid Magical Species Protection Department was underway.

"We must keep an eye on those werewolves in Brooklyn. This is the third sighting this week, and we still don't know what they are up to!" Niedander slapped the table in annoyance, making a loud banging sound.

"Boss, we are not sure yet whether the thing in the sewer is a werewolf."

The team member responsible for information collection looked at the minister's almost cannibalistic look and hurriedly reported the summarized information: "Those No-Majs were sighted at different times, but they were not seen on a full moon night. Logically speaking, Werewolves can only transform on a full moon night."

"And based on their accounts, it is speculated that the werewolves they saw were different from normal werewolves. They were like corpses and could not move. There are also doubts here. After the werewolves died, their magic power faded, so they should return to their human form."

"..."

Detailed information was narrated from the mouths of the team members one after another. However, instead of compiling the truth, this information made the facts even more confusing. The team members followed the clues one by one and found that they were intertwined together. Messy.

Niedander, the Minister for the Protection of Humanoid Magical Species, was full of doubts, and some unspeakable intuition reminded him——

Something very bad was brewing somewhere he couldn't see.

"All team members!"

Niedander slammed the table: "Starting from today, teams of two will take turns guarding the underground pipelines in Brooklyn! Report any abnormalities immediately!"

"Okay Minister!"

…

After leaving the port, we got on the hotel shuttle, checked into the hotel, had a light meal in the hotel restaurant, and bought our own towels and toiletries. Although the hotel would provide cleaning supplies, the Grangers, who are doctors, were always uneasy. .

While checking out at the supermarket, the waiter recognized their accents and chatted happily with Bates.

After finishing all this work, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they settled into the luxurious suite.

Loren was lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the crystal hanging lamp hanging from the ceiling. His body, which had been floating on the sea for several days, suddenly stabilized. It seemed that he had not yet adapted to returning from the blue sea to the steel jungle of the city. Here, there is always a sense of unevenness.

Hermione was reading a piece of standard-size printing paper with the official emblem of the Magical Congress of the United States of America on the bottom of the paper.

"It is forbidden to use magic in front of No-Majs. If there is a risk of magic being exposed, please contact the Magical Congress of the United States of America as soon as possible. Tel: 212*****

"You can also go to the reception desk on the third floor of the Woolworth Building to explain the situation..."

"Please use No-Maj currency when shopping in No-Maj stores. Currency issued by Gringotts is not circulated in No-Maj society..."

"If a magical animal goes missing, please use a fluorescent spell to warn you immediately. There is no need to abide by the secrecy treaty..."

Sitting on the sofa in the hotel suite, Hermione read word for word the "Instructions for Entry of Wizards" given by Mike. Comparing the first and last items, she keenly noticed something was wrong:

"Why is it necessary to contact the Magical Congress of the United States of America as soon as possible when a "magic exposure crisis" occurs, but when magical animals are lost, wizards are required to directly use magic to warn them... Could it be that the consequences of the latter are more severe? "

Wendell poked his head curiously: "Let me see..."

Hermione began to tell him some magical events she knew, her voice was clear and clear, and she spoke eloquently.

"The mirror in the bathroom is not a one-way mirror, and there is no secret door behind the cabinet..." Bates walked around in the suite, looking around the room. Veterans are always a little nervous when they come to a strange country.

"Come and eat fruit!"

Monica came in from the door carrying a washed and cut fruit plate, and the room service she had just ordered arrived.

The Grangers and their daughters, who were obsessed with magic stories, both raised their heads. Bates, who was probing around, quickly came out of the room. Everyone gathered around the fruit plate and talked about their schedule for the next few days.

Hermione's right hand suddenly stretched out:

"Give……"

Loren took a sweet orange segment from the girl, took a bite and sucked the juice.

It's really sweet.