"Ah, it's looking for Leonard!" The "Mediterranean" opposite Allen had an unbelievable change in complexion!

His face was cloudy just now, and in the blink of an eye, he smiled like a flower. He warmly welcomed Professor Flitwick in and sat down, but there was not a single chair in the small office where visitors could rest.

He rubbed his hands together awkwardly, smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry, we're so shabby here." Professor Flitwick, is it? Mr. Leonard Knox is working on a very important job right now, and maybe, probably, he will be back soon!"

A little bead of sweat broke out on this gentleman's forehead, which was a little strange in such a cold season.

Alan couldn't help but wonder about the character of Mr. Leonard Knox, whom he had never met.

Maybe it's very majestic, maybe it's very vicious, of course, it's also possible that it's because he has made a meritorious service and wants to be promoted, which makes this official who said the wrong thing before so nervous, and keeps stammering and complimenting Allen.

"Do you need me to send a message to Mr. Knox now?" After a long day of pleasantries, the "Mediterranean"—Mr. Abernethy, finally said what Professor Flitwick wanted to hear most.

"Of course, thank you very much!" Professor Flitwick couldn't wait to meet Knox and get out of here. He doesn't like the environment here, the people here!

Abernesy wrote some words on a piece of paper, then deftly folded it into a paper mouse and stuffed it into a transparent pipe in the corner of the table. The paper mouse jumped up with great dexterity and quickly disappeared before Allen's eyes.

"After all this time, I forgot to ask you, do you have permission to carry a wand? All foreigners coming to New York must have one. Abernesy sat down behind his desk, trying to save face in front of Professor Flitwick and Allen.

"Of course, I applied by post two months ago. Professor Flitwick was clearly more accustomed to this kind of business-like, matter-of-talk tone.

At this moment, a hurried voice came from outside the door: "Abernethy, Abernesy, what about them?

Alan keenly noticed a smile on Professor Flitwick's eyebrows.

In an instant, a tall, thin man in his 50s with a sturdy body broke into the office in a hurry. His eyes were large, constantly turning behind a large pair of glasses, his nose was pointed and long, like a sharp blade, and his brow was furrowed as if it could never be erased.

Alan noticed that the wizard who had come in was three feet tall when he took a single step, and he walked with his fists clenched.

Alan concluded that it was an impatient wizard.

"Aha, Filius, it's such a pleasure to see you!" he lifted the diminutive Professor Flitwick up, a rude gesture that clearly displeased Professor Flitwick.

"Leonard!" Professor Flitwick screamed and kicked him in the chest, and he quickly put Professor Flitwick down.

"Is this your gifted student?" Leonard turned his gaze to Allen, looking up and down.

"Hello, Mr. Knox, I'm Alan Harris, a student of Professor Flitwick. Alan respectfully saluted Leonard Knox.

"Ah, that's polite! a good boy!" Leonard Knox immediately made a judgment, and he was very impressed with Allen.

Suddenly, countless paper rats burrowed down from the glass pipes above the ceiling and slid onto the table, instantly filling the table.

There was the sound of clanging and fighting from upstairs. Leonard's face changed, he opened a paper mouse, and yelled, "Philius, wait for me here." Then he rushed out the door.

Abernesy also opened a paper mouse, "Ah, both, I remember that I have some things at home that I need to leave first." Two please. With that, he picked up his coat hanging on the chair and hurried out of the office.

Professor Flitwick and Alan stood awkwardly in their office. "Professor, what do we do now?" Alan asked.

"I think something terrible must have happened!" Professor Flitwick reached for a paper mouse, opened it and looked at it, only to see that it read: Death row has been robbed, the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control riots, come quickly.

"Alan, you wait for me here, I'll go up and see how it goes. Professor Flitwick told Alan to take refuge in his cramped office. Such a remote location may be the safest place for the Magic Congress at this time.

Professor Flitwick hurried out the door, and Alan picked up a piece of paper to see what was written on it.

Suddenly, he heard a strange sound coming from the pile of paper mice.

Alan drew his wand and stared warily at the table. A mouse, much like a house mouse, emerges from a pile of paper mice.

He spotted Alan, his black eyes spinning around and quickly catapulting towards the door.

Alan immediately conjured a jelly-like goo substance to seal the door, and the nimble mouse was glued to the middle of the door, struggling with it.

Alan turned the wizard's robe into a glove, wrapped his hand, and then stepped forward and picked up the mouse to take a closer look.

Unlike the house mouse, it has an anemone-shaped tumor on its back. It's a Motra rat! Alan recognized its origin.

The Motra is an animal that resembles a house mouse and lives in coastal areas of Britain. I don't know why, it actually crossed the ocean and appeared in New York!

It is a magical creature classified as a three-star by the Ministry of Magic. Pickling and eating the tumors of these Motra rats will increase the wizard's resistance to evil spells and bad luck.

However, excessive consumption can lead to unsightly purple hairs growing around the ears.

The motra rat, whose tail was being caught, curled up with all his might, trying to bite Alan's hand, but in vain.

As soon as Alan tossed it into the system's pet space, Professor Flitwick turned back to his office. He waved his wand, and the jelly-like viscous web under Allen's cloth vanished without a trace.

"We need to get out of here! There's chaos up there!I don't know when the war will spread here!" Professor Flitwick decisively decided to leave the place.

They walked in great strides, quickly climbing up the curvy, endless staircase.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick grabbed Allen, and they hid behind a massive pillar.

I saw a group of Aurors quickly run down the stairs, chasing after several masked black-robed wizards, and heading straight for the stairs leading to the basement.

They unleashed one spell after another to stop the men in black.

After they passed, Professor Flitwick dragged Alan up and up, finally to the foyer.

Piercing sirens echoed throughout the hall, and people rioted. Some gathered and nervously exchanged heads, while others in black robes and uniforms hurried, anxious and eager.