"Professor, won't Muggles see this cursor?" a bright green arrow led the way, pointing street after street.

The surrounding Muggles didn't seem to see the cursor, and they hurriedly stepped over it.

"Of course they won't see it, and they will subconsciously ignore the cursor. Even if some people see it, they immediately remember something that had to be dealt with immediately. Professor Flitwick explained.

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

Alan looked up, and on the exterior wall of the building, it was clearly written - Woolworth Building.

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

The cursor pointed to a side door around the corner of the building, guarded by a man in a cloak uniform.

"What do you mean?" the wizard responsibly stopped Alan.

Professor Flitwick immediately pulled out a pass with a bright red stamp written on it in English and handed it to the guard.

The guard took the pass and looked at it carefully, checking that the photo on it was the same as Alan's. Once he was sure, he tapped the pass with his wand, and a bright red seal floated into the air and spun in circles.

At this time, Alan also read the handwriting on the seal clearly: "MACUSA".

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

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

They walked up a wide staircase into the main hall, a vast space with an impossibly high vaulted roof.

A large turntable sits high with many gears and disks, and the colorful disks are engraved with the words: Magic Exposure Threat Level.

The green part is security zero threat, followed by the highest level of low threat, medium threat, high threat, unexplained severe situation, and emergency.

At this point, the pointer of the turntable points to a low-level threat.

Behind the turntable hangs an intimidating portrait of a wizard of extraordinary grace, William Piquelli, president of the Wizarding Congress.

Owls flutter and hover in the halls, and wizards and wizards are busy working in costumes from the nineties of the twentieth century.

Professor Flitwick led Alan through the hectic crowd. A trendy, curly-haired wizard scurryed past Allen with a wand waving his wand, muttering, "These damn animals, sooner or later you're going to look good!"

After a while, some wizards dressed in uniform black robes hurried over, "What are you going to do with these creatures that have entered the country illegally?"

"I'm probably going to be locked up!"

"Knox has made a great contribution this time, and he may be promoted to the head of the office!"

"He'll get out of that little office first!"

A few people passed by Alan, and they talked in whispers as they hurried along.

Alan couldn't help but turn his head to stare at them, and was quickly ripped apart by Professor Flitwick.

Before entering the elevator door, Alan saw several wizards sitting in line, waiting for a house-elf to help them polish their wands, using an intricate feather device.

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

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

The fairy waiter stabbed the elevator button above his head with a long stick with a claw, and the elevator began to descend.

The elevator descends very quickly, but the elevator shaft is very long, so when they reach the designated floor, it also takes some time.

The elevator doors opened, and outside was a cramped, stuffy, windowless basement room. This is a painful contrast to the floors above.

Professor Flitwick took Alan past a hundred computers, unmanned, crackling and typing, crisscrossing glass pipes hanging from the ceiling above.

Every time the computer typed out a document, it automatically folded into a mouse and hurriedly crawled through the corresponding pipe to the office above.

In a dimly lit corner of the room, there hung a sign: Wand Permission Office.

They bowed their heads and walked into the office, a cramped, stuffy office, only slightly larger than the storage room, with piles of unopened wand applications. A desk huddled in the middle of the cramped office looked pitiful.

The room was small, but it had its advantages, for example, Alan immediately found that the office was empty.

"Professor, why are we here? Didn't you send your wand request by post?" asked Allen, puzzled.

"That's right, that's right. But the Leonard Knox I'm looking for is in this office. Professor Flitwick looked left and right, unable to believe his eyes.

"The dueling runner?" Alan couldn't believe that a wizard with great magic power and combat power had fallen to such a point!

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle paced and walked slowly into the office.

Seeing Flitwick and Allen, he didn't ask, "The wand holding permission will be sent out soon, please be patient at your temporary residence." The only capable person is too capable to stay here for long. ”

"I'm sorry, what I wanted to ask is—" Professor Flitwick tried to explain his intentions.

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

It seems that this is an arrogant and arrogant, typical lazy official with an "ugly face and difficult to do"!

Professor Flitwick and Alan looked at each other, and Professor Flitwick turned to leave.

Before going out, Alan suddenly thought of what he had heard in the upstairs hall before, and then thought of what he had just said, turned his head sharply, and said loudly, "Leonard Knox!"

"What, what did you say?" "Mediterranean" stepped forward quickly, squeezed Alan away, and poked his head out. I saw that the door was empty except for Professor Flitwick.

With a look of teased anger on his face, he exclaimed, "What are you yelling about, where is Leonard Knox?"

"That's what we're asking, sir! We're here for Mr. Leonard Knox. Alan smiled gently and said politely.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for Leonard Knox?" "Mediterranean" looked at Professor Flitwick and Alan in disbelief, speculating to himself about their relationship with Leonard.

"We are English wizards, Professor Flitwick at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he is close friends with Mr. Leonard Knox. Alan blinked, successfully seeing the middle-aged wizard on the other side with a drastic change in expression.