Chapter 135 The Magical Congress of America (Modified)

"Professor, wouldn't Muggles see this cursor even if they didn't use the Muggle Repelling Charm?" The bright green arrow led the way, pointing to one street after another. The Muggles around didn't seem to be able to see the cursor, and walked across it in a hurry.

"Since the release of the Secrecy Act, the revised spell has this function. Muggles—Alan, we should respect local customs when we come to the United States. No-Majs will ignore this cursor subconsciously. Even if some people Seeing it, they also immediately recall something that has to be dealt with immediately – such as a sudden delusional feeling of urgency,” Professor Flitwick explained.

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

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

Senior white-collar workers coming and going come in and out through a large revolving door.

The cursor pointed to a side door at the corner of the building, guarded by a man in a cloaked uniform.

"May I ask why you're here?" The wizard stopped Alan and the others responsibly.

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

The guard took the pass and looked at it carefully, checking whether the photo on it was consistent with Alan and the others. After confirming that it was correct, he tapped the pass with his wand, and a seal floated into the air and spun around in the air.

At this time, Allen also saw clearly the writing on the seal: "MACUSA".

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

Professor Flitwick led Alan through the door. When they entered, the entire foyer was magically transformed from the Woolworth Building into the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

They walked up a broad staircase into the nave—a vast, imposing space with an impossibly high vaulted ceiling.

A huge turntable is located high up, with many gears and disks, and the words are engraved on the colorful disks: Magic Exposure Threat Level. The green part is safety 0 threat, followed by low threat, medium threat, high threat, unexplained serious situation and the highest level of emergency.

At this time, the needle on the turntable pointed to a low-level threat. Behind the turntable hangs a forbidding portrait of an imposing wizard, William Picquery, President of the Magical Council.

Owls were flying and circling in the hall, and many wizards and wizards were busy at work. Allen noticed that many of them were significantly larger than those in the UK. It seemed that they were somewhat influenced by the eating style of the American Muggle world. Professor Li Wei led Allen through the busy crowd. A fashionable curly-haired wizard waved his wand and hurried past Allen, muttering, "These damned animals will make you look good sooner or later!"

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

"It's likely to be locked up!"

"Knox has made great contributions this time, and may be promoted to the office director!"

"Let's talk after he comes out of that small office!"

Several people passed by Alan, and Alan couldn't help turning his head to stare at them, and was quickly pulled away by Professor Flitwick.

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

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

"Wand Licensing Office," said Professor Flitwick, without any fluctuations in his tone.

The goblin attendant tapped the elevator button above his head with a long clawed stick, and the elevator began to descend.

The elevator descends very fast,

But the elevator shaft is very long, so when they reach the assigned floor, it also takes some time.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a cramped, stuffy, windowless basement room. It was a painful contrast to the floors above.

Professor Flitwick took Allen past a hundred old-fashioned typewriters. They were unmanned, crackling and typing automatically, and criss-crossing glass pipes hung from the ceiling above.

Every time a document is typed out, it will automatically fold into a mouse and rush to the office above through the corresponding pipe.

In a dim corner of the room hung a sign: Wand Licensing Office.

They ducked into the office, a cramped, stuffy office, little bigger than a storage room, filled with piles of unopened wand applications.

A desk crammed in the middle of the cramped office looked pitiful. Although the room is small, it also has advantages. For example, Allen immediately found that the office was empty.

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

"That's right, that's right, but the Leonard Knox I'm looking for is in this office." Professor Flitwick looked around, unable to believe his eyes.

"The duel runner-up?" Allen couldn't believe that a wizard with powerful magic power and outstanding fighting power had fallen to such a point!

At this time, a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle walked into the office slowly. Seeing Flitwick and Allen, he didn't even ask, "The wand holding permit will be sent out soon, please wait patiently at your place of residence. Who made us short of manpower! The only capable person is too capable I'm afraid I won't be here for long."

"Sorry, what I want to ask is—" Professor Flitwick wanted to explain why he came.

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

It seems that this is an arrogant, typical "ugly face, difficult to handle" lazy government official!

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

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

Seeing that there was no one in the narrow corridor, he said angrily with a look of anger being teased: "What are you talking about? Where is Leonard Knox?"

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

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

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