New York City area.

Before it became the famous Times Square, it was once a bustling, slightly noisy city lane.

At the end of the trail is the famous Woolworth Building.

An ornately carved, towering skyscraper – at one point even became a local icon.

Now.

In front of the Woolworths Building.

Newt and Tina hurried down Broadway toward the interior.

Tina was at the front, and Newt was at the back, and if it weren't for tugging at the sleeves of his coat, it is estimated that Newt would have even used a shapeshifting spell to get out of here now.

As everyone knows.

That's the kind of place he hates the most!

The United Kingdom too, the United States too!

"Let's go."

Tina, who was at the front, was a little impatient.

"Uh- sorry, I have something to do, it's true."

Newt said sincerely, knowing that it was hopeless, but still trying to get rid of Tina again.

"Then I think you're going to reschedule!"

Tina's tone was very tough, and he forced Newt through the traffic, "What the hell are you doing in New York?" ”

"Come and buy something." Newt said casually.

"Can't you buy it in London?"

Tina's face was very anxious, and she stared at Newt for fear that he would escape.

"No, there is only one keeper in the world who breeds the Apaloosa Velvet, and he happens to live in London, so no....." Newt said.

As they talked, they had reached the steps outside the Woolworth building, where staff members were coming in and out through a revolving door.

This classical-style quartz building was one of Newt's tallest buildings, and all he could see was a faint top. It looks like it's covered in a snow-white coat, and it looks special in the dark buildings around it.

Tina guided Newt to a side door next to the turnstiles, guarded by a man in a cloak-like uniform who seemed to be the only guard here.

"Someone has violated Article 3, paragraph 1." Tina said to the guard, who immediately pulled the door open.

"Hey! By the way, we shut that guy down a year ago. Magical creatures are not allowed in New York. Tina beckoned Newt to come in.

At the same time, he whispered into Newt's ear.

Mixed with a glimmer of light, Tina's face suddenly radiated a certain feminine glow in Newt's eyes.

Newt's eyes couldn't help but look a little dazed.

Even if he was reluctant, his feet walked in involuntarily.

It was originally an ordinary office building, where people lingered and chatted, but under the effect of magic, as if a new space was created, the entire foyer was transformed from the Woolworths Building into the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

"Where are we going now?" Newt said as he looked around in surprise.

"Just follow me," Tina said, as they walked up a wide staircase into the main hall of the Magical Congress of the United States—a vast space with an impossibly vaulted roof that seemed to be under an open sky.

The most striking thing at first glance is a huge turntable high in front of it, like a giant clock, but it has many gears and a disc with a large line of text engraved on the deck: Magic Exposure Threat Level. The pointer of the turntable is heavily biased: an unexplained activity.

Behind the turntable hangs an intimidating portrait of a witch of extraordinary grace: Serafina Pickcory, president of the Magical Congress of the United States.

Over the hall.

The owl messengers are constantly flying and circling, and there are constantly those who go on official business. Witches and wizards walk the halls, constantly coming and going, dressed in contemporary Western dresses and busy at work. This is a slight difference from those officials in the British Ministry of Magic.

Tina led a solemn Newt through the hectic crowd. Passing through an aisle, several wizards were found sitting in line, waiting for a house-elf to polish their wands, with a complex device next to them.

"It's interesting." Newt whispered.

"What did you say?" Tina turned to look at him.

"Oh, nothing"

Tina led Newt up the luxurious, gilded staircase to the elevator in the middle of the hall that led to the rest of the Parliament, similar in appearance to the elevators of the Muggle world, but with magic instead of electricity.

The elevator just stopped on their floor, the door opened, and the wizard who came out of it hurried away. There's also a dwarf goblin inside, who is Red, the waiter in charge of the elevator.

"Hey, Goldstein." Red greeted.

"Hey, Red." Tina smiled as she shoved Newt into the elevator.

"Let's go to the Serious Crime Investigation Division." Tina said to Red.

Red looked at Newt and then at Tina, "I thought you had—"

"Go to the Serious Crime Investigation Division." Tina repeated, her tone a little tough, "I can't sit idly by and watch someone violate Article 3, paragraph 1. ”

Red nodded, and stabbed the elevator button above his head with a long stick with a claw, and the elevator began to descend.

Newt and Tina stand awkwardly in the elevator, and Newt stealthily glances at the newspaper in Red's hand to distract himself.

The newspaper was called The New York Ghost Newspaper, and as soon as I heard the name, Newt thought it was about some strange things in the wizarding world.

His gaze struggled down to look down at the smaller text, which wasn't very clear, but it seemed to say that the Muggle world had been attacked many times by an unknown force.

"Hey, don't talk casually when you see someone later." Tina said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Oh, okay."

Newt nodded hurriedly.

The elevator doors opened, and Tina was the first to go out, Newt following him. There weren't many people in the Serious Crime Investigation Division, and it looked much more deserted than the hall. Maybe this department only deals with major incidents, then he's in trouble, Newt thought.

They turned a hallway to a grand gate with a silhouette different from all the usual doors before, proving that the place behind the door must be unusual.

Tina pushed the door open, and inside was a large and imposing room, on the second floor of the duplex of the room, stood a group of the highest ranking Aurors of the Magic Congress, gathered at a table to discuss some very serious issues.

"The International Confederation of Wizards has threatened to send a delegation. They believe the incident is related to the Grindelwald attack in Europe. ”

In the wide field, the deep and loud voice of Serafina Pickcory, president of the American Magical Society, was heard.

"The number one Lestrange is still on the run, and perhaps it was New York that attacked her - she was Grindelwald's right-hand man, and she was quite dangerous. We need to intensify the arrest of that woman. An Auror spoke.

"By the way, why hasn't Grevis, the Minister of Security, arrived yet?"

Serafina Pickcorey said suddenly as she looked around.

(End of chapter)