All things are three at Hogwarts

"Professor, even if the Muggle Expelling Curse was not used, wouldn't Muggles see this cursor?" The bright green arrow led the way, pointing to one street after another. None of the surrounding Muggles seemed to be able to see the cursor, and they walked over it in a hurry.

"Since the release of the Secrecy Act, the revised spell has this function. Muggles - Ellen, when we come to the United States, we should respect local customs. No-Majs will subconsciously ignore this cursor. Even if some people When they see it, they will also immediately think of something that they have to deal with immediately - such as a sudden illusion of urgency to urinate," Professor Flitwick explained.

Following the cursor, Professor Flitwick took Alan to an office building with an owl logo.

Allen looked up and saw clearly written on the outer wall of the building - Woolworth Building.

Senior white-collar workers come and go through a large turnstile.

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

"Excuse me, why are you here?" The wizard stopped Allen and the others responsibly.

Professor Flitwick immediately took out a pass with a blue seal and handed it to the guard.

The guard took the pass and looked at it carefully, checking whether the photo on it matched Allen and the others. After confirming that it was correct, he tapped the pass with his wand, and a seal floated into the air and spun around in the air.

At this time, Allen also saw clearly the writing on the seal: "MACUSA".

The guard handed the pass back to Professor Flitwick and immediately opened the door behind him.

Professor Flitwick led Alan through the door. As they entered, the entire foyer magically transformed from the Woolworth Building to the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

They walked up a wide staircase and entered the main hall, a vast space of extraordinary splendor with an impossibly high vaulted ceiling.

A huge turntable is located high up, with many gears and disks. The colorful disk is engraved with text: Magic Exposure Threat Level. The green part indicates zero security threat, followed by low threat, medium threat, high threat, unexplainable severe situation and the highest level of emergency.

At this time, the dial's pointer pointed to low-level threats. Behind the turntable hangs a formidable portrait of an imposing wizard, William Picquery, President of the Magical Congress.

Owls were flying and circling in the hall, and many wizards and wizards were busy working. Alan noticed that many of the wizards were obviously larger than those in Britain. It seemed that they were also influenced by the eating style of the American Muggle world. Professor Levi led Alan through the busy crowd. A trendy curly-haired wizard waved his wand and hurried past Allen, muttering, "Sooner or later these damn animals will make you look good!"

After a while, some wizards wearing uniform black robes hurried over, "What should we do with these creatures that have entered the country illegally?"

"You'll probably be locked up!"

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

"Let him come out of that small office first!"

Several people passed by Allen, and Allen couldn't help turning his head to stare at them, but was soon pulled away 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 wands, using a complicated feather device.

The elevator door opened, and a goblin waiter inside saluted them, "Sir, where are you going?"

"The Wand Licensing Office," Professor Flitwick said without any wavering in his tone.

The goblin waiter used a long stick with claws to poke the elevator button above his head, and the elevator began to descend.

The elevator went down very quickly, but the elevator shaft was very long, so it took some time when they reached the designated floor.

The elevator door opened, revealing a narrow, stuffy, windowless basement room. It was a painful contrast to the floors above.

Professor Flitwick led Alan past a hundred old-fashioned typewriters. They were unmanned, crackling and typing automatically, with criss-crossing glass pipes hanging from the ceiling above.

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

In a dark corner of the room hung a sign: Wand Licensing Office.

They lowered their heads and walked into the office. It was a small and stuffy office, only slightly larger than a storeroom. There were piles of unopened wand applications inside.

A desk was squeezed into the middle of this narrow office, looking very pitiful. Although the room was small, it had its advantages. For example, Allen immediately discovered that this office was empty.

"Professor, why are we here? Didn't you already send the application for holding a wand via post?" Alan asked in confusion.

"That's true, yes, but the Leonard Knox I'm looking for is in this office." Professor Flitwick looked around, unable to believe his eyes.

"The runner-up in the duel?" Allen couldn't believe it. A wizard with powerful magic and outstanding combat effectiveness had actually fallen to this level!

At this time, a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle walked slowly into the office. Seeing Flitwick and Allen, he didn't even ask, "The wand holder license will be issued soon. Please wait patiently at your temporary residence. Who makes us short of manpower! The only capable person is too capable I’m afraid I won’t stay here for too long.”

"I'm sorry, what I want to ask is-" Professor Flitwick wanted to explain his purpose.

"I said, go back first and wait patiently. Please go back first!" The attitude of this "Mediterranean" was quite impatient.

It seems that this is an arrogant and typical lazy government official with an "ugly face and difficulty in getting things done"!

Professor Flitwick and Allen looked at each other. Professor Flitwick turned and left. Before going out, Allen suddenly thought of what he had heard in the hall upstairs. Then thinking of the words of the person just now, he suddenly turned his head and said loudly: "Leonard Knox!"

"What, what did you say?" "Mediterranean" walked forward quickly, squeezed Allen away, and stuck his head out.

Seeing that there was no one in the narrow corridor, he said angrily with an angry look on his face: "What are you yelling about? Where is Leonard Knox?"

"That's exactly what we want to ask, sir! We are here to see Mr. Leonard Knox." Allen smiled gently and said politely.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for Leonard Knox?" "Mediterranean" looked at Professor Flitwick and Allen in surprise, secretly speculating on their relationship with Leonard.

"We are British wizards. This is Professor Filius Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the Charms teacher at Hogwarts. He and Leonard Nook Mr. Si is a close friend." Allen blinked and successfully saw the middle-aged wizard's expression change drastically.