Chapter 1235 Another beautiful day begins
New York is a true city that never sleeps; even at 3 a.m., the city is still as lively as during the day.
Scrimgeour and the Aurors discreetly arrived in front of a 55-story building. Sam, who had been yawning while sitting on the stairs, finally perked up.
Welcome, friends from Britain!
Sam's clueless behavior made Scrimgeour frown.
Although it's 3 a.m., isn't the Magical Congress of America underestimating them too much, sending only such a young man to greet them?
Scrimgeour nodded in acknowledgment and, led by Sam, stepped into the wildly spinning revolving door with the Aurors.
On the 43rd floor, in the Auror office, Graves warmly received them.
After a brief chat, Scrimgeour got straight to the point, "Director Graves, I believe your country's magical government has officially received the information we provided. I would like to hear about your plans for this cooperative manhunt."
Graves' smile faded. "To be honest, Vincent Wayne is a recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor of our Magical Congress, which grants him a certain degree of diplomatic immunity."
Seeing Scrimgeour's brow furrow even more, he suddenly changed the subject, "But since it is President Randolph's decision, all the Aurors in our Magical Congress will of course cooperate with the British Ministry of Magic."
Graves explained their deployment: the routine border closure was completed immediately, and at the same time, they activated a wide-ranging detection spell to detect any magical fluctuations in New York.
Scrimgeour relaxed his furrowed brow slightly. "Your country's Muggle Star Awards ceremony was held two weeks ago. Wayne probably won't stay long. There's a very high chance he's already left New York, or even the United States."
Graves nodded to himself. "Good. I've already sent someone to Radio City Music Hall, where the awards ceremony will be held. I'm sure I'll receive good news soon."
It must be admitted that the Magic Congress is indeed very efficient.
Compared to the British Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour sighed inwardly with a sense of helplessness.
"Director Graves, thank you for your cooperation."
"It's my duty, Director Scrinker."
Both Auror office directors are radicals, and they share many similarities in personality and style.
Since Scrimgeour and his men had come from afar, Sam quickly took them to a nearby hotel to rest.
Graves was the only one left in the huge Auror office, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.
Despite the man being right under their noses, the British Ministry of Magic was completely unaware, even sending their Auror Office Director to personally lead a large-scale manhunt around the world.
Graves's smile gradually turned sinister.
He was not the real Bradley Graves, but Victor D. Brad, the head of the American branch of the Magical Congress who had infiltrated the Magical Congress.
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The alarm clock rings, and another beautiful day begins.
In just a few days, the Tokamak device laboratory at Callum Science Center has undergone tremendous changes.
First, there is a fully automated graphene production line that uses alchemy, capable of peeling single-layer graphene from graphite without the use of magic.
Next is the equally fully automated magical rune engraving equipment, which is a modified high-precision chip etching machine that can simultaneously engrave multiple different magical runes on a single layer of graphene that is only 0.335 nanometers thick.
Finally, the core of the deuterium-tritium experiment is the toroidal tokamak device, which utilizes magnetic confinement to achieve controlled nuclear fusion.
The "physical-magical" composite armor has undergone complex testing, and its hardness is even higher than the silver iron that the fairies have forged over time. In addition, it can impart different magical effects, making it practically a perfect insulating material.
After numerous experiments, William successfully created a special coating by combining graphene and ceramics through a composite structure. This coating significantly improves the tritium barrier performance of the reactor, enabling a tritium recovery rate of over 99.9%.
If a graphene/ceramic composite tritium-blocking coating is applied to the surface of the "physical-magical" armor, the tritium recovery rate can be infinitely close to 100%, theoretically enabling the reactor to achieve energy self-sufficiency.
Therefore, hundreds of researchers are modifying and upgrading the toroidal tokamak device.
Such professional matters can only be left to professionals. Vincent only comes to check on the progress when he has free time recently, and spends most of his time at the MAST-MA temporary base near the science center.
After inhuman, high-intensity training, Vincent finally received some good news after a long time.
With the active promotion of the Queen and the Prime Minister, the University of Tokyo became the first country outside of Europe to join the controlled nuclear fusion program.
With the University of Tokyo joining, those countries that are still observing will soon make a decision, especially the world's number one hegemonic country.
When it comes to the future of all humanity, political stances should be completely disregarded.
In a good mood, Vincent also had a drink with Hunter, something they hadn't done in a long time.
Authentic Scotch whisky, served neat, without ice.
After downing a glass, Hunter started complaining about the name MAST-MA.
"Isn't it too simplistic and crude to abbreviate MAST-MA to 'Muggle Army Specialized Task Force for Magical Affairs'? Isn't there a code name or something?"
Vincent thought about it carefully. Since it would have to be made public sooner or later anyway, a code name was still very necessary.
“MAST-MA… um… let’s call him MAST-MA.”
Hunter raised his glass to him, showing no surprise or objection to this direct transliteration of the name.
"Cheers, to Maxma!"
"For Maxma!"
At the same time, in the Scottish Highlands.
Umbridge, accompanied by several Ministry of Magic employees, stormed into Hogwarts Castle.
Fouché ultimately did not forcefully issue a ministerial decree, but instead chose a relatively "mild" approach.
In the Transfiguration classroom, McGonagall ignored their arrival and continued the lesson.
“Cough, cough.” Umbridge deliberately let out two loud coughs.
McGonagall pursed her lips and turned around. "What's wrong, Dolores?"
"Professor, I just want to know if you received my note, which informed me that I would be sitting in your class along with several other special education commissioners from the Ministry of Magic."
“I obviously received it.” McGonagall turned her back to them again. “Otherwise, I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom.”
The students exchanged joyful glances.
Cancel all Quidditch training? Stop club activities and all non-academic extracurricular gatherings? As long as the vice-principal who can turn into a cat is around, the Ministry of Magic can forget about interfering with the students' school life.
Umbridge was harshly rebuked, but she wasn't angry; instead, her smile became exceptionally sweet.
She and several other academic affairs committee members sat quietly in the last row of the classroom, seemingly there to observe the class.
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