Chapter 759 Recruiting Miss Granger

Night falls in New York.

No stars like those on the seaside can be seen.

There are only bright flashing neon lights, streamers on the exterior walls of high-rise buildings, and car lights flowing on the road. The lights of the whole city converge together, like a crystal-clear and shining spider web.

In the reception room of a hotel next to the airport, the table is filled with drinks provided by the merchant. The champagne in the glass goblet is slowly and continuously releasing bubbles, adding a few wisps of ethanol aroma to the air.

Loren sat on the sofa and listened quietly to the plan given by Mr. Kohaug.

In fact, it was the result of a discussion with Minister Scrimgeour, and perhaps Dumbledore was involved. The content of the plan gave Loren enough respect.

The truthful disclosure of some battle information to the magic world shows that a mysterious wizard helped the Ministry of Magic defeat Voldemort. The Magical Congress of the United States and the Ministry of Magic will not steal the credit, and will try their best to help Loren obtain the honor and merit he deserves, and persuade multiple countries to award the Order of Merlin, but the identity information will be kept confidential.

Loren thinks this service is indeed thoughtful.

Dumbledore will propose the Wizengamot, and the Ministry of Magic will provide full support to fight for a trial seat belonging to Loren.

The membership seat of the International Confederation of Wizards is a little more troublesome. It is necessary to reveal one's identity to several core members, the Ministers of the Ministry of Magic, in order to fight for a seat. The International Confederation of Wizards Conference is held every four years, which means that Loren can not show up and appoint a spokesperson to participate in the relevant resolutions.

Just make some concessions on the issue of identity confidentiality.

Loren thought for a moment and decided to accept the seats of the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards. After all, it is the top of wizard power, and many wizards cannot get it in their lifetime. In the future, whether it is to cooperate with a certain Minister Granger or to carry out their own plans, it can reduce a lot of resistance.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Colehaug, and Minister Scrimgeour."

"We should thank you."

"..."

There was another round of greetings, and the crisp sound of the clash of high-heeled glasses was full of the fragrance of power transactions.

Kohaug looked away from Loren and turned to look at the side. He saw Miss Granger looking down at the bubbles in the wine glass, her eyes flickering, and occasionally looking up at him and Rufus with a thoughtful expression.

It was as if he saw the shadow of the former president, Seraphina Picquery.

Kohaug immediately shook his head to get rid of these thoughts: "Miss Granger, how long will you stay in New York?"

Hermione was a little confused: "What's the matter?"

"I heard from Nancy that you are very interested in the Magical Congress of the United States. I would like to invite you to study in my department." Kohaug paused and explained in detail, "It's just a temporary working group, mainly responsible for this encirclement and suppression operation against the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Of course, the most critical part of the battle has ended, and there are some finishing touches left, mainly responsible for handling the aftermath of the battle that night."

Scrimgeour next to him heard this, and his slightly gray eyebrows immediately frowned, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses became sharp.

Hermione's eyes sparkled, and her voice was brisk: "Can I ask what exactly is included?"

"Of course." Kohaug seemed to be particularly patient. "Our working group is mainly responsible for communication and contact, or overall planning, such as handing over to the No-Maj government and communicating with relevant environmental protection departments to promote ecological recovery near the airport."

At this point, he spread his hands helplessly and said to Loren: "Although you used incredible magic to restore the airport to its original state after the battle, the earthworms and dung beetles underground cannot be resurrected. This subtle ecological difference may reveal some unusual traces, and we need to prevent and control it in time."

"Thank you..." Loren nodded and smiled, cooperating with his performance.

"Then it is to confirm that the No-Maj have no abnormal memories, call the memory cancellation team in time, and the airport's video recording equipment. According to our No-Maj experts, the focus is on the black box in the plane, the black box... Anyway, it's something black, and the names of No-Maj things are so difficult to pronounce...

"There is also the werewolf research project that started two years ago. We have to find a way to check the progress of the No-Maj research to ensure that all experiments are within a safe range and no harm will spread. "

Khohaug muttered a lot of things, all of which sounded interesting.

Contacting the No-Maj government and exploring possibilities beyond the Statute of Secrecy, the werewolf project involves non-wizard magical creatures, which can accumulate experience in liberating house-elves.

Hermione listened quietly, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

"How about it, Miss Granger, are you interested in interning in my work group?"

"It's my honor, Mr. Kohaug."

"I've said it before, just call me Samuel."

"Uh, I see, Mr. Kohaug."

"Haha...see you tomorrow morning."

Khohaug smiled brightly, turned around and asked his two subordinates to leave, and before leaving, he specifically reminded them, "Remember, the 7th floor of the Woolworth Building, turn right after the elevator, and it's the first office, Nancy will take you there. "

Scrimgeour remained silent, nodded to Loren and Hermione, and turned to leave.

His slightly lame legs moved quickly and soon caught up with the three people who left first. A rough and irritable voice came faintly from outside the door.

"Kolhaug! What do you want to do! ?"

"Calm down, Rufus, I just invited an outstanding student to intern in my working group."

"She is a student of Hogwarts! She will work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation!"

"Who can predict the future?"

"Don't think I don't know what you are planning! Colehaug! Do you care about Granger? You are obviously doing it for Morgan!"

"In fact, I think Miss Granger is very good from the bottom of my heart."

"What about Morgan?"

"Mr. Morgan is also very good."

"Look! You admit it, I know it!"

"..."

The voices of the two officials outside the door gradually faded away.

Loren calmed down and listened carefully. He could still hear some echoes. Minister Scrimgeour seemed to be getting more and more irritable. Unfortunately, the sound insulation of the high-end hotel was too good, and the sound soon disappeared completely.

Thinking about the last few sentences, Loren couldn't help laughing: "Miss Granger is really popular. Do you plan to be the Minister of Magic or the President of the Magic Congress in the future?"

"Who is really popular? Don't you know it?"

Hermione glanced at him, got up and walked towards the room: "I know that they are showing goodwill to me in order to make friends with you, Mr. Morgan, Dumbledore's successor, and a legendary wizard in the next hundred years through me."

"They are short-sighted and only see magic, not the real treasure."

"Who knows what you think in your heart."

Hermione snorted twice and glanced at him with her beautiful eyes.

I am just a student who has not graduated yet. At best, I am a young witch with excellent grades. Apart from publishing some articles in niche publications, I have not achieved any achievements. He has shown his strength comparable to legendary wizards at a young age. Who is more valuable, there is no need to hesitate.

But this is only temporary.

After graduation, some people plan to be househusbands at home, and some people want to become ministers to change the magic world!

No matter how strong the magic is, with her efforts, there will definitely be no powerful dark wizards like Voldemort in the future.

The stars and the silver moon outside the window quietly changed their positions. The room was still the same. The housekeeper had cleaned it and the toiletries had been replaced. Hermione looked through the pendant to determine what to wear tomorrow. On the first day of internship, she had to be more formal. Then she set the time to get up tomorrow morning to ensure that she would not be late.

Mr. Morgan went into the bathroom and took a shower.

The hot water hit the ground, emitting warm and hazy heat.

For a young couple, these splashing sounds were undoubtedly fascinating, and the one inside was the beloved boy. Objectively speaking, his appearance was good enough, and he also had excellent kissing skills.

Hermione thought for a while, but still turned a few more scales and adjusted the alarm time slightly later.

In the midst of confusion, Loren came out wiping his wet hair.

Hermione turned her head and stared at him, and went in to take a shower with an indescribable mood.

Always remember mom's advice, and also consider tomorrow's work status...

Ten minutes later, Hermione pushed the door open, her hair had been blown dry by magic, but her eyes were a little vague.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Hmm?"

"Go to bed early."

"Ah? Oh..."

Loren hugged Hermione and got into the quilt, lying sideways and hugging each other. The lingering heat on her body brought a sense of security. Hermione curled up in his arms and gradually fell into a dream.

This guy is still very reliable.

...

Wiltshire, West Overton, Nott Manor.

A team of cars was driving slowly in the sky, leaving behind a sound of flapping wings.

The first to land were several black carriages. What was even more amazing was that the carriage in front was empty, and the sound of horseshoes kicking the ground was heard when it landed. It looked like the night thestral carriage used by Hogwarts students. This expensive magical animal was actually purchased privately, and several of them appeared at the same time.

The scale of the entire manor was already in sight.

As an old pure-blood family, the Nott Manor is smaller than the Malfoy Manor. After all, the Nott family did not have ancestors who were on good terms with the Muggle king. They hoarded and annexed the land of the surrounding residents before the Statute of Secrecy was promulgated. However, the family business accumulated by generations of smuggling and reselling is enough to exceed that of most wizard families, and the scale of the manor is still luxurious.

It is enough to hold a private party.

The person who sent the invitation is the current head of the Nott family. It is just that because of his student status, he is still the heir in name.

Most of the invited people are pure-blood families, and their families have more or less relatives of Death Eaters, similar to the hypocritical people in the past, but this time the scope is more extensive, those who have served in Azkaban, those who have escaped trial, in short, the relatives of Death Eaters followed Voldemort, and those whose families are not so supportive were basically invited.

Their contact was established at school. In the past two years, more than a dozen people have graduated. They communicated through the communicator resold by the Malfoy family, usually exchanging information, transferring family property, and preparing for the liquidation of the Ministry of Magic at any time. Some people are also preparing for Voldemort's victory, but those actions cannot be made public.

A family with a thousand-year heritage always has its own way to survive.

Among them, there are several well-informed families who can get news from New York, and even receive some hints from relatives of Death Eaters, such as a secret vault being opened, or some accessories with secret marks being resold...

But I don't know what happened recently. Several core Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have not appeared for a few days. The Magical Congress of the United States seems to have a big move. The relatives of the Death Eaters have completely lost contact and there is no news, and there is no news about the Dark Lord.

It is said that the Malfoy family seems to have returned, and their elves have purchased the ingredients that the Malfoy family likes to eat.

There must have been some huge changes.

"Guests, please come this way!"

The house elves came out, some of them were responsible for pulling the Thestrals, and some were responsible for leading the way.

A figure came down from the Thestrals at the edge. He was wearing a robe with dark green stripes on a black background. His skin was white and his platinum-colored hair was eye-catching. There was a faint smile on his face, and he greeted the people around him in a friendly manner.

A group of guests walked across the lawn and walked towards the castle inside the manor.

Entering the reception room, Draco naturally walked to Goyle's side, patted his shoulder, and motioned him to sit next to him. Goyle readily agreed.

A few minutes later, a person with the Nott family emblem embroidered on his chest walked in.

"Theodore, why did you call us all here? Is there any news from New York, the Dark Lord, or the MACUSA? What preparations do we need to make?"

"Calm down."

The inviter of this party was none other than Theodore Nott. He had no expression on his face and spoke calmly about the news he had recently received.

The Nott family was not very powerful, nor was it as wealthy as the Malfoy family. The previous head of the family, Old Nott, had little presence, not even among the Death Eaters, and Theodore still had little presence. He was excellent in potions, but just average in transfiguration and spells.

In order to form a secret team, Theodore did a lot of things, but in the eyes of most people, Draco was still the core, and he was just assisting from the side.

Theodore was no more informed about the news than other families, but he was good at analysis and making plans for the upcoming possibilities, just like brewing potions, grasping the properties of each material, and knowing the reaction of the next step in advance.

"...It is certain that the Ministry of Magic and the American Magical Congress have organized a joint action, and it is on a large scale. If the Dark Lord is the final winner, the situation will not be so calm. The newspapers may have issued a dangerous notice, just like last time.

"There has been no news from there for a long time. I think we all know what it means..."

"Did you gather us together to discuss how to help them escape trial?" The person who asked the question was Carrow's nephew, who had already graduated.

"On the contrary, I want to persuade you to give up and abandon those Death Eaters who have been captured."

The young wizards in the living room were stunned when they heard this and started to chatter.