"He wants you to be in charge of monitoring him?"

Grevis squinted his eyes and repeated Amelia's narrative, and it was not difficult to see from the tone that he was puzzled by this.

And Amelia didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly.

And Graves guessed from the little girl's calm eye response that she and Amosta Blaine should not have known each other beforehand, so. Maybe Brian has developed a crush on Amelia when he first met?

It was not difficult to find out how old Amosta Bryan was, and Greaves had already learned about Brian's age through the entry application materials that Remus had sent from England.

There is no doubt that a genius wizard can reach such heights on the path of magic at such an age, and apart from some exaggerated legends, Graves has never found a figure in history to match it. But it is said that Amosta Bryan does not have a partner, so he may fancy Amelia's speculation

Nonsense.

After a brief analysis, Greaves vetoed this possibility.

There was no one else in the house, and his real home was not here, it was just a safe house in the Bronx, New York.

Judging by the expression, Graves was not shocked by the situation he was facing, it was obviously not the first time, and after a brief respite, he staggered to his feet, holding on to the table, and staggered to the fireplace of the room, an alcove embedded in the wall.

Graves stared deeply at the magic book hidden behind the alcove, his expression faintly hideous, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

A person like this should know what kind of impact his words and deeds will have, especially on the soil of another country, and it is impossible for Amosta Bryne to act so frivolously.

Striding up the spiral staircase, Greaves strode into the study, he put the file box on the side of his desk, and when he saw the letter written to him by the famous magical beast expert before, asking him to treat those lost magical beasts seriously, he couldn't say why, Grevis's dark red eyes flashed fiercely.

A bottle of potion stained with golden threads, a magic book.

Graves instinctively wanted to refuse, but he had to be considerate of Brian's feelings.

After all, judging from the current situation, perhaps because he came to New York to have something to do, Brian showed enough cooperation, as he just said to Amelia, both sides need to make concessions.

"The Ministry of Security has been asking that the Aurors be in charge—"

"So, would you like to come to work for the Ministry of Security, Amelia?"

Goo, goo, goo--

Grevis eagerly uncorked the bottle and poured the potion into his mouth, and when the last drop of potion like piping hot gold slipped into his mouth, Grevis let out a long sigh of relief and fell to the ground.

"But?"

"Thank you."

In the middle of the night, Grevis's gaze left Amelia's file, and he leaned back in the chair behind him, staring at the ceiling with a wandering gaze.

Sensing the return of the head of the house, the lights in the room automatically lit up, and the fire in the fireplace was not extinguished by Grevis's departure.

Amelia's eyes widened at the sudden inquiry, she had no idea that Mr. Graves would actually agree to this.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ross, Mr. Graves wants you to visit his office—"

"Could it be a coincidence?"

Let Amelia accompany Brian the whole time

Graves frowned, this was not what he intended, he wanted to pick a loyal and experienced Auror to watch over Brian, and a little witch who was not in the world. Grevis's eyes flashed with lightning, but it wasn't impossible

Could it be that this is Brian's request to save his face?

"Oops."

"Cutting-edge Black Magic Demystified"

There was a long silence, except for the ticking sound of an old-fashioned wall clock hanging from the wall.

Graves tiredly returned to his desk and sat down with a bit of a slump.

He folded the letter and stuffed it into a drawer, and took out a brand new piece of paper from the drawer, as if he was going to write to someone, but before his hand could touch the quill in the inkwell, Grevis's face changed suddenly.

Vomit!

With a suppressed vomiting sound of pain, a mouthful of blood vomited from Graves's mouth, and the blood was not showy, but filled with a smear of ash and a faint rancid smell, and the blood suddenly contaminated the letter paper that had just been drawn.

"Oh, I don't have any plans to change my plans,"

Click-

The camera closes, and the glass bottle in his hand disappears under the waving wand.

After a long time, a tired sigh sounded in the study.

Finally, Graves stood silently, his palms clutching the empty glass bottle, and a few gray strands of gray hair fell from his unkempt sideburns.

The effect was immediate, the gray and rancid blood from his mouth and nose immediately regained its bright color, and as the red mist rose, the blood stained with the corners of his mouth and the placket of his clothes flew back into Graves's throat like a time lapse, making him tremble slightly.

The alcove contained a bronze alchemy instrument, but it was not Grevis's goal, his arms resting on the lower edge of the alcove to support his body, fiddling with the unknown instrument, his hands blindly rubbing something on the white relief on the inner wall of the alcove.

When she walked out of the office, Amelia still had a dazed expression, what had just happened in the office was half as she expected, and the other half was completely beyond her plans, she had no idea that she would get the opportunity to enter the department with the most elite wizards in the Congress by such a mistake - Mr. Graves promised that if she could do the job well, then she would complete the introductory test, which was something she had dreamed of since she learned about the Auror profession!

"Will you accept the task, Amelia?"

He gasped slightly, his gaze falling on Amelia's profile again, and after a long silence, he shook his head and looked away, pulling Newt Scamander's warning letter from the drawer again.

About ten minutes later, Ms. Ross got what Mr. Graves wanted, and she trotted all the way back into the director's office.

Although he had never met Amosta Blaine, the few words he had heard from Chairman Kohaug and the many reports in the Daily Prophet across the river were enough for Graves to piece together a plausible image of Amosta Blaine in his mind.

"This is the file you asked for for Amelia Det, sir-"

Suddenly, Graves stood up from his chair, quickly gathered the materials on his desk into the daring box, and walked to the fireplace on the other side of the office.

Grevis, who was accustomed to not smiling in front of his subordinates, nodded and motioned for Rose to leave.

Click-

After the sound of the machine expanding and bounced sounded, the relief plate fell, and a hidden space was exposed.

This is a very detailed dossier, including an objective assessment of Amelia's day-to-day performance and abilities by the directors of the two departments she has served in since she entered the Magical Congress;

Including Amelia's exam scores at the school during her time at Ilvermorny, the honors she won for the house, and the school rules she violated;

Including Amelia's family situation: a brief introduction of the family members, place of residence, ancestral home, etc

As he read, Grevis's expression gradually became solemn, his sharp gaze fell on some words, and his eyebrows were deeply gathered.

Theoretically, the fireplace in the congressional office was not allowed to be used for private use, and Grevis would not normally violate the rules and regulations, but now that he was desperate to figure it out, he couldn't care about the red tape.

With a tornado of turquoise flames enveloping him, Graves left his office and appeared in one of his houses in New York.

The moon was flushed, and the black clouds and smoke hung under the red moon, and a few old crows, deceived by the cold wind, flapped their wings and flew over the roofs of the single-family buildings with a terrible cry.

Graves said solemnly,

Apparently knowing her boss's resolute style, Ms. Rose did not dare to delay, put down what she was doing and hurried to Mr. Grevis's office with her notebook, and only half a minute later, she walked out in a hurry, and Amelia had already left the security department.

"Oh, I'll go."

In an instant, Grevis's face was as white as snow, everything in front of him became blurred, and the whole person collapsed on the chair.

The pain continued, and cold sweat trickled down his gray sideburns down his cheeks, forming a dull yellow sweat stain on the white neckline.

It was a rare opportunity to be in the company of a world-famous magician, and it was impossible for Amelia not to want it, but she still couldn't believe that Mr. Graves would compromise because of this, after all, he wouldn't even allow Mr. Bryan to bring his wand into the country.

As she passed by the curly-haired Ms. Rose, Amelia was so happy that she forgot the instructions of her future boss, until she reached the elevator hall, where she hurried back and said to Ms. Rose, who was sorting out the records of the missing magical beasts,

(End of chapter)