Chapter 138 Snowy Night (Modified)

"In this incident, the other party's purpose is very clear, which is to rescue the smuggling king—Henry Jones! Letting go of those magical creatures can, on the one hand, confuse our sight and make it easier for them to break into the execution room; on the other hand, it is also venting their Dissatisfaction with the Congress will cause trouble for our Congress and distract us." Although Leonard Knox was humble at this time, he dared to express his views.

"Leonard Knox, it's not your turn to speak here." A pudgy, round-faced wizard jumped out and accused Leonard.

"But I am the person who knows the ins and outs of this matter best, and I have the responsibility to tell the chairman what I have seen and learned." Leonard tried his best to restrain himself, so as not to go up to the hateful face on the other side. Beat up!

"It was because of your mistake that Henry slipped away from England and came to America!" The round-faced wizard showed a disdainful smile.

"You're talking nonsense! Someone revealed our plan of action, and that's why we fell short!" Leonard frowned tightly, clenched his fists, and pounded heavily on the table.

The round-faced wizard wanted to continue to satirize Leonard, but was interrupted by Chairman Picquely.

"That's enough, Roca! No matter what the reason is, there are three things for sure: first, Henry Jones must be captured; second, we must do everything possible to catch the fleeing magical creatures; third - to control the situation, we cannot Getting into trouble that could expose the wizarding world again within a few decades! It's a shame!"

Chairman Picquery's eyes were firm, and a holographic map of New York City suddenly appeared, suspended in the air, with light spots constantly lighting up, showing areas with intensive magical activities.

Surrounded by everyone, Chairman Piqueli came forward and looked at it carefully, "Unprecedented activity! We must act immediately! Act immediately according to the Congressional Exposure Prevention Plan No. 2!"

"Yes!" A neat voice sounded, showing the determination of the Aurors.

The Aurors immediately Apparated at the behest of Chairman Picquery.

"Knox, please stay." Leonard also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Chairman Piqueli.

"Chairman?" Leonard stopped in his tracks and looked at Chairman Picqueli suspiciously.

"The trough is only temporary. In this operation, if there is one person you can trust, it must be you." Picqueli patted Leonard on the shoulder.

"Because—letting Henry go and letting the magical creatures escape is in your best interest. You could have even served as Director of the Auror Division, but this sudden prison break will extend your term indefinitely!"

Picqueli walked back to the front of the holographic map, and said solemnly: "As you said, there are traitors in our team. At present, the one I trust most is you. Now, I want to assign you a separate task."

Picquely turned around and stared into Leonard's eyes, "Clear the team. Find out the traitors in the team and restore order in the Congress!"

"Yes!" Leonard looked serious, but his heart was inexplicably excited, like a newcomer who just joined the job.

Professor Flitwick and Alan are back near the Congress, and everything is normal.

The Aurors continued to cast restoration spells, and the buildings and cars were restored, and the streets returned to normal. The bad memories of the Muggles were erased, and everyone went about their business step by step, as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Hey, Filius!" Leonard walked out of the restored Woolworth Building, and saw Professor Flitwick and Alan at a glance.

"Great, you're fine... Let me go, bastard!" Professor Flitwick grinned, and kicked Leonard hard, who wanted to lift him up.

Allen felt that the way the two greeted each other was really unique, but he didn't dare to laugh directly, so he could only bite the tip of his tongue and hold back.

"Right now, your Congress should be very busy, or—" Professor Flitwick hadn't finished speaking when the impatient Leonard interrupted him.

"You can go to my house first, we still have emergency operations. I will tell you the address, Jessica should be at home, she is a good girl, she can entertain you for me!" Leonard told the address to After leaving Alan and the others, they apparated in a hurry and left here.

Professor Flitwick repeated his old trick and summoned the magic cursor. The two followed the cursor and moved forward quickly.

The night has fallen, and the sky is gloomy, as if there is a possibility of a blizzard at any time. Professor Flitwick and Alan buried their heads on their way. Since they could not confirm the location given by Leonard, they did not dare to apparate at will.

The faces of passers-by under the streetlights aroused Allen's imagination. These people made him feel that he would never be able to get out of this bustling urban environment.

He glanced at the houses beside him, wondering what kind of programs were going on behind those softly lit windows.

The soft lights made him miss Mrs. Harris' delicious food, his cozy bedroom, and his family.

In the darkness, gusts of cold wind blew head-on, and it was already very late.

"Professor... Is there nothing similar to the Knight Bus in the United States?" Allen finally couldn't help asking.

"Quack?!" With a strange cry, Professor Flitwick seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then his whole face flushed red. In fact, Filius Flitwick had stayed in Hogwarts for too long. Now, his usual hobby is going to the Three Broomsticks for a few drinks-he completely forgot about this method, but as a Ravenclaw, he immediately made an excuse for himself, "I just want to use the walking method I can have a better view of the United States, but I'm sorry, obviously I forgot that you are still a child and let you go so far with me." After speaking, Professor Flitwick drew out his wand, just as Allen was suspicious of his dean's reason At that moment, a double-decker bus came suddenly in the darkness with flashing lights.

The car door swung open, and a young wizard in ripped jeans made an inviting gesture and said politely, "Gentlemen, are you going to get in the car? Where are you going?" Professor Flitwick will The address was reported to the other party, and the young man quoted the price, "Two people, thirty silver Sickles, if you are willing to pay three more per person, we can provide hot dogs and coffee!"

Professor Flitwick pulled out the money bag, stopped Allen from wanting to pay, took out thirty-six silver Sickles, and handed them to the conductor.

There were no seats in the car, and there were six or seven beds with brass frames beside the curtained windows. Alan and Professor Flitwick chose adjacent beds, and sat down on their own.

Soon, the double-decker bus shuttled through the snowstorm at an alarming speed, galloping like flying, passing through clean and tidy streets and houses.

After drinking coffee and warming up his body, Allen simply let himself fall on the bed, bumping up and down with the violent movement of the bus.

Only about ten minutes later, the double-decker bus turned a big bend and stopped beside a long and wide road.

The door swung open, and the conductor pushed Alan, "Sir, we're here."

As soon as Alan and Professor Flitwick's feet landed on the road, the double-decker bus made a 180-degree turn and wobbled back along the original route.

In the white snowstorm, a small villa on the side of the road was brightly lit. Professor Flitwick and Allen stepped forward, checked the house number carefully, and confirmed that this was Leonard's home.