"In this incident, the other party's purpose is very clear, that is, to rescue the smuggler king - Henry Jones!" Leonard said conclusively.

"Releasing those magical creatures will confuse us and make it easier for them to break into the execution chamber, and on the other hand, they will vent their grievances, create trouble for our Congress, and distract us. Leonard Knox was humble at this time, but he dared to express his opinion.

"Leonard Knox, it's not your turn to speak yet. Don't forget, you're not an Auror anymore!" a short, stocky, round-faced wizard jumped out and accused Leonard.

"But I am the one who knows the ins and outs of this matter best, and it is my responsibility to tell the Chairman what I have seen and learned. Leonard tried to restrain himself so that he would not jump out and smash the hateful face on the other side!

"It was because of your mistake that Henry slipped away from England and came to our America!" the round-faced wizard smiled disdainfully.

"You're talking nonsense! Someone revealed the plan of our operation, and it was the result that it fell short!" Leonard's brow furrowed, his fists clenched, and he slammed heavily on the table.

The round-faced wizard wanted to continue sarcastically mocking Leonard, but was interrupted by Chairman Piquelly.

"That's enough, Roca, for whatever reason, three things are certain: first, Henry Jones must be captured, second, every means must be used to capture the fleeing magical creatures, and third, control the situation, if we are exposed, it will inevitably lead to war!"

Chairman Piquelli's gaze was determined, and a holographic map of New York City appeared, suspended in the air. Lights are constantly lit up, indicating areas where magical activity is intensive.

Surrounded by everyone, Chairman Piquelli stepped forward and took a closer look, "We must act immediately according to Congressional Plan 2 to prevent exposure!"

"Yes!" a neat voice rang out, showing the determination of the Aurors. At the behest of Chairman Piquelli, the Aurors immediately apparitioned.

"Knox, please stay. Leonard also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Chairman Piquelli.

"Chairman?" Leonard paused, looking at Chairman Piquelli quizzically.

"The trough is only temporary, and if there is one person you can trust in this operation, it must be you. Piquelli patted Leonard on the shoulder.

"Because—letting Henry go and letting the magical creatures escape is not in your favor. You could have been reinstated as an Auror, or even served as the director of the Auror Division, but this sudden robbery will extend your tenure indefinitely!"

Piqueli walked back to the hologram and said heavily, "As you say, there are traitors in our ranks. At the moment, I believe in you the most, and now, I am going to assign you a separate task. ”

Piquelli turned around and stared into Leonard's eyes, "Clear the team." Dig out the traitors in the squad and restore order in the Congress!"

"Yes!" Leonard looked serious, but his heart was inexplicably excited, like a newcomer who had just joined the company.

Professor Flitwick and Alan are back near the Capitol and everything is normal.

The Aurors cast a repair spell constantly, buildings and cars were restored, and the streets were restored to normal.

Muggles' bad memories were erased, and everyone went about their business as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Hey, Felius!" Leonard stepped out of the restored Woolworth building and saw Professor Flitwick and Allen at a glance.

"Great, you're alright!" Professor Flitwick grinned, kicking Leonard hard as he tried to lift him up.

Alan felt that the way these two people greeted each other was really chic, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Your Congress should be very busy right now, or—" Before Professor Flitwick could finish speaking, Leonard interrupted him.

"You can go to my house first, we still have an urgent operation. I'll tell you the address, Jessica should be at home, she's a good girl, she can entertain you for me!"

With that, Leonard gave Alan the address, and then hurriedly apparitioned and left the place.

Professor Flitwick repeated his old trick and summoned a magic cursor, and the two men followed the cursor and moved quickly.

The night had already fallen, and the sky was overcast, as if there was a possibility of a blizzard at any time.

Professor Flitwick and Alan hurried to the road. Unable to confirm the location given by Leonard, they did not dare to apparition at will.

The faces of passers-by under the street lamps aroused Allen's imagination.

These people made him feel that he would never be able to get out of this bustling urban environment.

He looked at the houses beside him, wondering what was going on behind the softly lit windows.

The soft lighting made him miss Mrs. Harris's delicious food, his cozy bedroom, and his family.

In the darkness, a cold wind was blowing in my face, and it was already late. Professor Flitwick drew his wand and used a fluorescent charm to light the way.

Just when Alan felt very desolate, a double-decker bus flashed in the darkness.

The door of the car slammed open, and a young wizard in a bronze uniform made an inviting gesture and said politely: "Gentlemen, please get in the car, where are you going?"

Professor Flitwick gave the address to the other party, "Two people, thirty silver sicos, if you want to pay three more for each, we can provide hot water and chocolates!" The conductor neatly reported the amount to be paid for the ride.

Professor Flitwick pulled out the money bag, stopped Alan from trying to pay, and pulled out thirty-six silver sicos and handed them to the conductor.

There were no seats in the car, and there were six or seven brass beds by the curtains.

Alan and Professor Flitwick chose the adjacent bed and sat down on their own bed.

Soon, the double-decker bus was moving through the blizzard at breakneck speed, speeding through clean streets and houses.

Alan simply let himself fall on the bed, jolting and undulating with the violent movement of the bus.

After about half an hour, the double-decker bus made a big turn and stopped at the side of a long, wide road. The door slammed open with a bang.

The conductor nudged Alan, "Sir, it's here." ”

Alan and Professor Flitwick had barely landed on the road when the double-decker bus made a 180-degree turn and staggered back along its original route.

In the white wind and snow, a small cottage on the side of the road is brightly lit.

Professor Flitwick and Alan stepped forward and double-checked the house number to make sure it was Leonard's home.