Chapter 397 Arrival in New York
The cruise ship arrived at New York Harbor at ten in the morning, and Loren and others disembarked in an orderly manner along the bridge.
There was a long queue at the immigration, crowded with people from various countries. Before Loren and the others could officially join the queue, a rough-looking black man walked over from the side.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen."
The black man was wearing the clothes of an immigration officer, but this Muggle uniform felt strangely awkward on him: "Looking Glass Reacting to you, wizard?"
Loren and Hermione looked at each other, both of them a little confused. The Grangers and Bates were completely confused about the situation. They looked at the black man warily.
"Hey! Don't be nervous!"
The black man waved his hands in a comforting gesture. He turned sideways and pointed to the passage next to them: "I am here for you. The kind of wizards who lead the way, I mean the wizards who use No-Majs to enter the country - oh, in your words, they are Muggles. To be honest, I think No-Majs are more suitable to describe them - in short, they are the wizards who use No-Majs to enter the country, let me say Be your guide."
"Follow me."
The black man greeted them warmly and led them into the passage: "You can call me Mike, don't complain. Although it is true that many Americans have this name... I am affiliated with the Magic Security Management Department and have been working in reception since last month."
Loren glanced at Mike, who was talking to himself non-stop, and judged that his magic reaction was less than half that of the Hogwarts professors. After marking him as a low-level combat power, he motioned to a few people next to him to follow him. .
Mike took them to a spacious room. The incandescent lamp emitted a dazzling light. There were some bottled drinking water and canned coffee on the reception table.
There were some lantern-style looking glasses hung on the surrounding walls. When Loren and Hermione walked past them, the lantern-style speculum flashed with green light. The looking-glasses dimmed as the Grangers and Bates passed by them.
A few people quickly understood the function of the indicator light. Loren and Hermione looked at it with novelty. This was the first time they had seen such a detection method. Wendell couldn't help but take a few more glances, trying to find any trace of magic on the lanterns, but of course he couldn't see anything.
After asking a few people to sit down at the guest seats, Mike walked to the main seat and started a routine inquiry:
"Sorry, can I see your No-Maj IDs? Since you came through the ordinary way, you should have these things."
Bates took out the IDs of the three people from his bag and handed them over.
Mike didn't check it carefully. He just glanced at the information from the three adults and put it down, staying on Loren and Hermione's IDs for a few seconds.
"Loren Morgan, Hermione Granger..."
Mike looked at the photo on the ID: "British, right?"
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Is this your first time in New York?"
"Yes." Loren nodded.
"Are there any potions in your luggage?"
Loren paused and replied, "No."
Mike glanced at him, as if he could see that his answer was untrue, but he did not ask for investigation, and then asked: "Where are the magical animals?"
"Absolutely not." Loren answered simply. .
Both Hanhan and Crookshanks stayed at home. The bedroom windows were unlocked, and there was enough food left on the trees in the backyard. With the intelligence of the two little guys, they should not starve themselves. die.
Mike looked incompetent at all. After asking a few simple questions, he returned the documents to them: "Sorry, routine inquiry, the regulations left by the ministry are said to be from your British country many years ago. There is a guy from the wizard who brought a zoo and caused a big mess..."
Wendell and Bates listened with great interest. They vaguely realized that in this country, the distance between wizards and ordinary people is greater than imagined. closer.
"The last item, register the wand..."
As Mike said, he took out the parchment from behind and unfolded it on the table. "Just aim at the small dots on the parchment and output a little magic... ...Remember, it only takes a little bit. Last week, a reckless boy burned my registration book. His parents are still Aurors for the British Ministry of Magic..."
Listen to him With a nagging voice, Loren and Hermione exchanged a few glances and clicked a little on the parchment as he said.
Wendell craned his neck and looked curiously.
The wand is like a quill filled with ink. A ball of ink spreads out on the parchment, and scrawled writing is slowly outlined under the ink ball:
"Loren Morgan: Applewood, Phoenix Tail Feathers"
"Hermione Granger: Vinewood, Dragon's Nerves"
Mike quickly folded the parchment and pointed it towards the The person smiled more sincerely: "Well, welcome to New York!"
...
New York City, the underground floor of the Woolworth Building.
The light in the inquiry room is bright, and taking No-Majs to the underground floor for inquiry can avoid all kinds of incredible magic scenes upstairs, which can effectively reduce the workload of the memory canceller.
"It looked like a wolf walking upright, or a zombie, but it hadn't rotted yet... I saw that guy's in the underground pipes in the Brooklyn neighborhood, and I saw teeth, sharp Teeth, and wet hair."
A middle-aged man wearing a yellow plumber's uniform said in a panic while sitting in the interrogation room.
He was holding the hot coffee handed to him by the staff of the building. That had happened three days ago, but he still couldn't help feeling frightened when he recalled the scene of that night. In fact, he thought it was the product of human experimentation by a certain pharmaceutical company, or some biochemical weapon being cultivated by the government army. Obviously, these speculations cannot be disclosed, because the person who is taking the confession is also a person from a government agency, although he does not know what agency this is.
Bob the plumber recounted in detail what he saw in the underground pipes that night. It was already two hours before he left the building.
Bob stood at the intersection and looked back at the Woolworth Building, with some doubts in his eyes.
It has been less than five minutes since he came out of the building, but now he can't remember the pipe structure inside the building. He obviously observes these every time he goes to a new place.
As well as the staff who asked questions, he couldn't recall their faces now.
"That's weird..." Bob muttered and walked away muttering.
In the Woolworth Building, a group meeting of the Humanoid Magical Species Protection Department was underway.
"We must keep an eye on those werewolves in Brooklyn. This is the third sighting this week, and we still don't know what they are up to!" Niedander slapped the table in annoyance and made a loud bang. A deafening sound.
"Boss, we are not sure yet whether the things in the sewer are werewolves."
The team member responsible for information collection looked at the minister's almost cannibalistic look and hurriedly collected the collected information The report came out: "The sighting times of those No-Majs vary, but none of them were seen on the full moon night. Logically speaking, werewolves can only transform on the full moon night."
"And according to the Their narrative speculated that the werewolves they saw were different from normal werewolves. They were like corpses and could not move. There is also doubt here. After the werewolves died, their magic power faded, and they should return to their human form."
"..."
One piece of detailed information was narrated from the mouths of the team members, but instead of compiling the truth, this information made the facts even more confusing. The team members followed the clues one by one. , looking back, I found that they were intertwined into a mess.
Niedander, the director of the Department for the Protection of Humanoid Magical Species, was full of doubts. Some kind of unspeakable intuition reminded him——
Something very bad was brewing somewhere he couldn't see.
"All members!"
Niedander slammed the table: "Starting from today, teams of two will take turns guarding the underground pipes in Brooklyn! Report any abnormalities immediately!"
"Okay Minister!"
...
Leave the port and get on the hotel shuttle bus, check in at the hotel, have a light meal in the hotel restaurant, buy towels and toiletries for your own use. Although the hotel will provide cleaning supplies, as a doctor, the The Rangers were always uneasy.
While checking out at the supermarket checkout, the waiter recognized their accents and chatted happily with Bates.
After finishing all this work, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they settled into the luxurious suite.
Loren was lying on the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the crystal hanging lamp hanging from the ceiling. His body, which had been floating on the sea for several days, suddenly stabilized. It seemed that he had not yet adapted to the experience of returning from the blue sea. Returning to the steel jungle of the city, there is always a sense of disparity.
Hermione is reading a piece of standard-size printing paper with the official emblem of the Magical Congress of the United States of America on the bottom of the paper.
"It is forbidden to use magic in front of No-Majs. If there is a risk of magic being exposed, please contact the Magical Congress of the United States of America as soon as possible. Tel: 212*****
" You can also go to Woolworth's The reception desk at the window on the third floor of the building explained the situation..."
"Please use No-Maj currency when shopping in No-Maj shops. Currency issued by Gringotts is not circulated in No-Maj society..."
"If a magical animal is lost, please use a fluorescent spell to warn you immediately. There is no need to comply with the secrecy law. Treaty..."
Sitting on the sofa in the hotel suite, Hermione read word for word the "Instructions for Entry of Wizards" given by Mike. Comparing the first and last items, she keenly noticed something was wrong: < br>
"Why is it necessary to contact the Magical Congress of the United States of America as soon as possible in the "crisis of magic being exposed", but when magical animals are lost, wizards are required to directly use magic to warn... Could it be that the consequences of the latter are more serious? "
Wendell looked over curiously: "Let me see..."
Hermione began to tell him some magical events she knew, her voice was clear and clear, and she spoke eloquently.
"The mirror in the bathroom is not a one-way mirror, and there is no secret door behind the cabinet..." Bates walked around in the suite, looking around the room. Veterans always have to be nervous when they come to a strange country. .
"Here comes some fruit!"
Monica came in from the door carrying a plate of washed and cut fruit, and the room service she had just ordered arrived.
The Grangers and their daughters, who were obsessed with magic stories, raised their heads together. Bates, who was probing around, quickly came out of the room. Everyone gathered around the fruit plate and talked about their schedule for the next few days.
Hermione's right hand suddenly stretched out:
"Here..."
Loren took a sweet orange segment handed over by the girl, took a bite, and sucked the juice.
It's really sweet.
(End of this chapter