In terms of numbers alone, the wizards living in this vast land are undoubtedly far more than their European counterparts, and in order to keep the larger wizarding society in order, and not to violate the river water of the Maj society, the Magic Congress, which governs the country's magical civilization, obviously has to put more effort into it.

As the night wore on, the halls of the Capitol building, full of people with anxious faces and hurried steps, were still bustling with people everywhere that showed its deep heritage and old history.

As Amelia stood in the elevator hall waiting in line for the elevator, she looked up and followed an elevator car that slid upwards until it submerged into the massive light source that shrouded the roof.

Although it has been almost half a year since she entered the Capitol, every time she entered the Capitol and stood in the hall and looked up at the roof, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt, just as when she appeared on the top of Greylock Hill as a No-Maj offspring, and when she first glimpsed the best magic school in the world, the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her heart was full of reverence.

I wonder if Mr. Amosta Blaine has the ability to shake the Capitol - such a nonsensical thought suddenly popped into Amelia's mind.

Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time, Amosta Bryan is the most powerful wizard of our time, and Amelia knows that this kind of argument is very popular in the European wizarding world, and almost everyone thinks so, but here in the United States across the ocean, it is not a universally accepted opinion.

Some officials in the Diet from famous families will think that Albus Dumbledore did have some great achievements, but now that he is an old man of more than a hundred years old, even if Merlin is this age, I am afraid that he will not have much ability, and he will not be worthy of the greatest title for a long time.

She herself couldn't say that she would have a liking and respect for this man after seeing what he had done in the newspaper for the first time, and unlike Mandy, Brian saved her family's life, and herself. Maybe it's because Amosta Blaine is Londoner, maybe it's because

"Did you hear that, Mr. Scamander came to New York?"

"Oh, thank you."

Under normal circumstances, she would have been done handing over the certificate she had obtained from Chago to Ms. Ross, who was in charge of the business, but because she wanted to express some of her demands about the unreasonable decisions taken by the Ministry of Security, she would have to speak to Mr. Trak Gravevis, the real dignitary in Congress, the head of the Ministry of Security. If the other party is willing to deal with a newcomer like her.

Amelia had indeed heard about the disappearance of magical beasts, after all, Chago had been punished for this, but she really didn't expect that this incident would alarm the famous Twist Scamander.

"It's not big news, is it?"

A calm middle-aged male voice came from behind the door.

"I'm Amelia Det from the Wizard's Immigration Office, sir--"

The wizard who had previously mentioned Twist Scamander, his companion said in a nonsensical tone,

"He came almost every few years, and if you knew him well enough, his wife, Tina Goldstein, was a native, and she was once an Auror for the Ministry of Security."

The battle for Amosta Bryan's fame undoubtedly took place in the Quidditch World Cup final last August, where Brian showed off his unparalleled magic power in front of 100,000 wizards from all over the world, but the problem arose in the magic he was using at the time.

Fortunately for Amelia, the windows of Mr. Grevis's office were still lit, and the heads of the various departments of the Congress would hold a high-level meeting at the end of each day's work to update each other on the progress of the current priorities of the departments and exchange some information.

Aside from the legitimacy of the magic, the academic community believes that perhaps Amosta left his fire unchecked, and the damage caused by the magic that night could have been even greater!

Less than fifty years old, Grevis, who was at the peak of his career, frowned, and the faint lines on his eyebrows showed his majesty in silence, but then, the lines dissolved, and Grevis's face appeared,

"If I'm not mistaken, we've met once, haven't we, Amelia?"

As the most prominent member of Congress other than Chairman Kouhaug, Mr. Graves' office was a modest one, about the size of her dormitories in Ilvermorny, and the archives of various cases were the most widely placed.

When it was her turn, the elevator car was already packed, but perhaps the man with a freckled face near the door was unexpectedly amazed by Amelia's appearance, and he deliberately squeezed it again, ignoring the complaints of the crowd, and smiled at Amelia,

"Come on, there's another one, it's another ten minutes if you miss it."

Amelia's gaze swept over Mr. Grevis's dark and gray hair on his sideburns, and a sense of respect rose in her heart.

While the director of security was looking at herself, Amelia was also looking at Trak Gravevis, who had been in close contact with this powerful official for the second time since entering Congress: he was wearing a crisp black suit with a retro style, and the buttons of the lined shirt were neatly buttoned, and after a day of work, his shirt and trousers did not show many wrinkles, and even the front of his shiny leather shoes were not bent much.

When the elevator reaches the hazy light source that Amelia sees looking up in the lobby, her destination is there.

The security department, which occupies an entire floor, has a sense of solemnity in the quiet, and it is not surprising that there are not many people in the office lobby, who work mainly outdoors, and usually stay in the office only a few people who are responsible for process and copywriting.

Amelia's thoughts were interrupted by a whisper at the front of the line, and she blinked her brown pupils and pricked up her ears to eavesdrop, and the elevator in front of them finally descended to the first floor, and the procession began to flow after a long period of stagnancy.

"Please come in--"

Amelia wanted to hear more about the matter, but the two wizards who were discussing it quickly got off the elevator.

But Amelia wasn't so biased, she knew that the magic that Amosta Bryan was using at that time was not so simple.

Although Mr. Grevis's tone softened, Amelia could still feel that the majestic aura emanating from the man a few feet away was suppressing her in all directions, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Faced with the kindness of a man she didn't know, Amelia hesitated, and finally stepped in.

"You're right, sir, you didn't think I was the right person for the job, but you didn't give an explanation."

Amelia pursed her lips, inhaled quickly, and pushed the door open.

When Amelia entered, Grevis was placing the current issue of The Ghost of New York on a bookshelf dedicated to newspapers behind him, and he turned his head to look at Amelia, a hint of confusion flashing in his brown and reddish pupils.

"Amelia Dete--"

To Amelia's thankfulness, the gentleman didn't like to babble after her like the boys at school.

"Oh, no one wouldn't know this, but I heard that he came this time for those missing magical beasts, and he has issued a solemn warning to the Ministry of Security, those magical animals whose living environment is closely monitored, but still don't know where to run are highly dangerous, if they get out of control in the No-Maji society, then Maji and we will all suffer"

Tuk, tuk, tuk –

Too much hesitation would have caused her to work in this hall, but her hidden eyes had been following the security employees who were close to Mr. Grevis's office, so Amelia came to the office graciously with the certificate that Chago had given her, and knocked on the door without much hesitation.

Greaves stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture, and he returned to his desk, his tone becoming more kind,

"You graduated from Ilvermorny's Thunderbird Academy last year with excellent grades and wanted to join the security department, but I turned you down, right?"

Amelia pursed her lips, her tone vaguely mixed with a hint of resentment.

Grevis squinted his eyes as if he was remembering something, and when he turned out from his memory why he decided to reject this capable-looking little girl at that time, Greaves smiled, and when he saw the document in Amelia's arms, the light in his eyes flickered, and said thoughtfully,

"So, Amelia, are you here to file another application with me?"

(End of chapter)