After a nine-hour flight, Amosta and Remus finally landed at Newark Liberty International Airport before the last rays of sunset faded into the horizon.

Flying in a Muggle vehicle for a whole day was not too pleasant for two real wizards, but it couldn't be helped, the maintenance cost of the Floo network system connecting the continents was staggering, and if you wanted to use it for business purposes, you had to pay a high fee and apply to the Ministry of Magic to be allowed to use it.

With the current relationship between Hogwarts personnel and the Ministry of Magic, Amosta did not want to 'bring shame on himself'.

Of course, illegal entry channels also exist, but the price is even more staggering across such a distance, although Amosta and Remus are now worth a lot of money, but there is no need to be a 'wronged leader'.

Besides, if the two of them did this, they would definitely make the officials of the Magical Congress of America laugh off their teeth.

"Hmm"

Spending so long in a cramped cabin was not a pleasant experience, and the cramped seat made Amosta feel like her back had stiffened into an iron plate, and after coming out of the passage connecting the cabin, standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Amosta glanced at New York as it slid into the darkness and stretched.

Amosta said, glancing at the front page of the newspaper in the old wizard's hand, and his brow moved slightly.

Airplanes--

The silence that lasted for a few seconds was suddenly broken, and the flat wall suddenly cracked a straight gap, and then the walls on both sides of the gap faded like a surge to both sides, revealing a bright and dazzling metal envelope that was not illuminated by any light source, which looked like an elevator car.

"Engine."

"Where did you come from?"

Remus's breath was slightly chaotic, and his writhing shoulders made a crunching sound, and he said with a wry smile,

"When I first graduated from Hogwarts, Sirius and Jaime wanted to try. Not a pleasant experience that James secretly had on the plane. Well, Muggles call that fan blade hanging under their wings."

They walked into an inconspicuous passageway, narrow with white whitewashed walls on either side.

The Asian face always made Amosta feel a little good, and he smiled at the wizard and nodded in acknowledgment.

As the crowd approached the owl, whose eyes were locked on Amosta and Remus as they approached a certain distance, it nodded to the two men, and then, stretching its wings, pointed them in the right direction.

"Once--"

As they approached the information desk, one of the doors opened, and a middle-aged wizard with an Asian face entered the hall with their front and back feet, and the only thing left in the hall was now the quizzly bearded graying old wizard of the inquiry desk.

Remus shook his head,

"I almost got into a catastrophe, and I can't forget that scene now, hundreds of Muggles screaming in despair in the bumpy cabin, but Jaime himself was scared enough--"

At the end of the passage is an elevator with dusty maintenance signs in front of the rusty hall door, which seems to have been out of place for years.

"How do you know?"

"What did he do?"

The flight from London to New York was supposed to be overwhelmingly British, but it was also mixed in with faces from other continents, many of who, like Amosta and Remus, were visiting the city for the first time, which was known as a Muggle-like cosmopolitan city like London, and looked out through glass windows over 20 kilometres into the city centre.

The walls were flanked with silver-white metal doors, but the rooms belonged to Muggles who worked at the airport, not wizarding territory.

Amosta said, his tone full of curiosity,

"The Magical Congress of America has an office here, and we have to get a wand holding permit and an entry permit from there before we are allowed to enter, but"

A brass owl crouched on the metal plaque, looking at the muggles rubbing its shoulders below, its beak combing its non-existent feathers. None of the Muggles passing under the brass cat's head noticed the incredible sight, and apparently, they couldn't see it at all.

The old wizard said, turning the front page and starting to look at the second edition of the news.

Muggle guards at the airport came to chase away the passengers, and Amosta and Remus moved with the flow of people.

There are more modern buildings than London, and at night, the skyscrapers of the skyscrapers have flashed their lights, and the breath of freedom blows through the wilderness.

From a Muggle perspective, wizards are somewhat neurotic, Remus groaned, wondering if he should try to press the elevator's summon button, but before he could make a decision, Amosta had already done so. To Remus's confusion, Amosta pressed the button and stepped back, turning to face the white wall at his side.

Remus squinted, looking for the right route among the piles of signs.

Instead of studying the map with Remus, Amosta roamed from side to side, and suddenly, frozen dozens of feet away, a guide sign for Muggle service suspended from the ceiling.

"Oh, I think I've found a clue--"

"London--"

"We should--"

After stepping out of the car, Remus realized that there was not only one elevator car entering here, and there were twelve elevator hall doors on the wall behind them.

"There's always a trail of magic."

Amosta felt the car run at least a hundred and fifty feet downward, and then, with a crisp and monotonous sound, the car came to a standstill.

Turning his head, Remus also twisted his neck, his face turned blue.

It was an empty hall with little furnishings, with several closed rooms on the wall opposite the elevator door, and then an information desk on the side.

The unassuming, carrying a heavy black suitcase, the Asian-faced wizard looked tired, apparently had also been on a long journey, he seemed careless, but in fact he looked at them vigilantly, his gaze swept over Remus's face, he was unwavering, but when his gaze fixed on Amosta's face, he was stunned, and then, his eyes burst into light, and it was clear that he had recognized Amosta.

There was no control button in the car, and after the two people stepped in, the position of the car door was blocked by the wall again, and after a slight tremor, the car began to run downward.

They walked up to the inquiry, and before they could ask, the old wizard, who was reading a copy of the New York Ghost, asked without raising his head.

"They didn't mention it on the entry instructions they sent me--"

Rimus slipped the guide map into his pocket a little unhappily and followed the brass owl's direction.

Since he started to manage the workshop, Remus needs to supervise the production of the workshop on the one hand, and on the other hand, he needs to deal with wizards with status in various countries under the guidance of goblins, and the more times he has built, he has gradually built up his confidence and dared to express himself more daringly, and the damage caused to him by the werewolf identity is gradually fading.

"I think we should--"

Remus pulled out a guide map from his trench coat, his brow furrowed slightly, because the intricate passages and dense markings on the drawing puzzled him,

Amosta blinked and smiled, inscrutablely.

It was an interesting old day, and Amosta laughed.

"Freezing Spell—"

Remus asked, somewhat surprised, knowing that Amosta had never visited the city either.

"Haven't tried Muggle flying vehicles before?" Amosta smiled.

"The second room on the left."

The Asian-faced wizard at the entrance of the elevator glared at Amosta Blaine in astonishment, as if he wasn't sure he had recognized the wrong person, Amosta smiled gently at him again, and then led Remus to the room across the hall.

(End of chapter)