Chapter 135: American Magic Congress (modified)

"Professor, even if you don't use the Muggle expelling spell, won't Muggles see this cursor?" The bright green arrow led the way and pointed to one street after another. The Muggles around didn't seem to see the cursor, and they hurriedly stepped on it from above.

"The curse that has been revised since the secrecy law was released has its own function. Muggles, Allen, we come to the United States and we should respect local customs. Mochi they will subconsciously ignore this cursor. Even some people Seeing that they also immediately remembered something that had to be dealt with immediately — such as the sudden illusion of urgency. ”Professor Flivi explained.

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

Allen looked up and wrote on the outer wall high above the building-Woolworth Building.

Commercial senior white-collar workers come in and out through a large revolving door.

The cursor pointed to a side door at the corner of the building. The guard guarding the door was a man in a cloak uniform.

"Is it coming?" The wizard stopped Allen responsibly.

Professor Flivi immediately took out a pass with a blue stamp and handed it to the guard.

The guard took a pass and looked carefully, checking whether the photo above was consistent with Allen. After confirming that he was correct, he tapped the pass with a wand and a seal rose in the air, spinning around in the air.

At this time, Allen also read the handwriting on the seal clearly: "MACUSA".

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

Professor Flivi led Alan through the door. When they came in, the entire foyer changed from the Woolworth Building to the Magic Congress of the United States of America under the influence of magic.

They walked through a wide staircase and entered the main hall-a magnificent and spacious space, the arched roof is incredibly high.

A huge turntable is located high, with many gears and discs, and the colorful discs are engraved with text: Magic exposure threat level. The green part is the zero-threat of security, followed by the low-level threat, medium-level threat, high-level threat, unexplainable severe situation and the highest level of urgency.

At this time, the pointer of the turntable points to a low threat. Behind the turntable hung a formidable portrait of an extraordinary wizard, William Piqueli, chairman of the Magic Congress.

Owls are flying around in the hall. Many wizards and wizards are busy working. Allen notices that many of them are obviously bigger than the British. Professor Levi led Alan through the busy crowd. A trendy curly-haired witch brandished his wand and hurried past Alan, muttering in his mouth, "These **** animals will make you look good sooner or later!"

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

"It is likely to be locked up!"

"Knox has made great achievements this time and may be promoted to office director!"

"He comes out of that small office first and then talks!"

Several people passed by, and Allen could not help turning his head to stare at them, and was soon torn apart by Professor Flitwick.

Before entering the elevator door, Allen saw several wizards sitting in line, waiting for a house elf to help them polish their wand, using a complex feather device.

The elevator door opened, and a fairy waiter saluted them. "Sir, may I ask where to go?"

"Magic Wand Licensing Office." Professor Flitwick said, without any fluctuation in tone.

The fairy waiter stabs the elevator button above his head with a long stick with claws, and the elevator starts to descend.

The elevator descends very fast, but the elevator shaft is very long, so when they reach the designated floor, it also takes some time.

The elevator door opened, and outside was a narrow, sullen, basement room without windows. This is a painful contrast to the upper floors.

Professor Flitwick led Allen through a hundred old typewriters. They were unmanned. They cracked and typed automatically. The crisscross glass pipes hung from the ceiling above.

Every time a document is typed, it automatically folds into a mouse and hurries to the office above through the corresponding pipe.

In the dim corner of the room, there was a sign: Wand License Office.

They bowed their heads into this office, which was really a narrow and sullen office, only slightly larger than the storage room, and there were a lot of unopened wand applications.

A desk squeezed in the middle of this narrow office looks very pitiful. Although the room is small, it also has advantages. For example, Allen suddenly discovered that the office was empty.

"Professor, why are we here? Haven't you sent your wand application by post already?" Allen asked.

"That's right, but Leonard Knox I'm looking for is in this office." Professor Flitwick looked around and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Which duel runner?" Allen was a little unbelievable, and a wizard with a magic power and a great fighting ability actually fell to this point!

At this time, a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle paced, UU reading www. uukanshu.com walked slowly into this office. When he saw Flitwick and Allen, he did n’t ask, “The wand holding permission will be issued soon. Please be patient at the place where you are staying. Who will make us lack manpower! The only capable person is too capable I'm afraid I won't stay here too long. "

"Sorry, what I want to ask is--" Professor Flitwick wanted to explain his intentions.

"I said, go back first and wait patiently. Please go back first!" This "Mediterranean" attitude is quite impatient.

It seems that this is an arrogant, typical "lazy-looking, hard-to-do" lazy government official!

Professor Flitwick and Allen looked at each other, and Professor Flitwick turned and left. Allen suddenly thought of what he had heard in the upstairs hall before going out. When he thought of this, he suddenly turned his head and said aloud: "Leonard? Knox!"

"What, what are you talking about?" "Mediterranean" stepped forward quickly, squeezed Alan away, and looked out.

Seeing no one in the narrow corridor, he said with a look of fury, "What are you talking about? Where is Leonard? Where is Knox?"

"This is what we want to ask, sir! We are 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 the dean of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at Ravenclaw School and the teacher of Hogwarts Curse. He and Leonard Knock Mr. Si is the best friend. "Allen blinked, successfully seeing the look of the middle-aged wizard opposite change dramatically.