The years of welding at Hogwarts

"Maybe... I have another way."

Chapter 396: No English

Looking at the black Porsche parked across the street, the guards guarding the entrance to the MACUSA headquarters all had vigilant looks on their faces.

Especially the man who was covered in a black robe and wearing a black bowler hat. He looked like a senior cadre from some evil organization.

After the events of the Purgers, the American wizarding world is now shrouded in a subtle atmosphere of impending storm.

At such a critical juncture, a mysterious man with a suspicious aura chose to visit suddenly in the dead of night.

Just the simple action of walking towards the door of the Woolworth Building was already exciting the guards' tense minds.

"Sir, not now..."

Before Lucius could cross the center line of the street, one of the guards shouted at him loudly.

But what the guards did not expect was that before he could finish his words, Lucius' figure suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared in this world.

Also disappearing was the mysterious young man who was still standing next to the Porsche across the street.

In the eyes of several guards, in the field of vision captured by their eyes, the figures of Lucius and Noah were clearly present in the previous frame, but disappeared abruptly in the next frame.

If it weren't for the black Porsche parked across the street, they would have thought it was an illusion.

Several guards at the back suddenly pulled out the batons that they had been wearing at their waists and looked around vigilantly, but as time passed, they did not notice anything unusual.

In the mirror world, Lucius looked at the guards who were running around like headless flies, and then turned his gaze to the illusory colorful halo in the surrounding space that seemed to be formed by refraction through a prism.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Mirror space."

Noah had no intention of hiding anything. On the contrary, he was very interested in the fact that other people could also learn Kamar-Taj magic. However...

"Don't even think about it. You can't learn it."

Although this was true, Lucius couldn't help but clench his wand.

Why does this sound so infuriating?

As early as when he first joined Hydra, Noah had selflessly shared many of the secret arts of Kamar-Taj that he had mastered. Although these did not include difficult and complex spells such as mirror space, Lucius was unable to learn even the simplest introductory spells.

On the contrary, Snape, after absorbing many

After learning the knowledge of potions, this eerie big black bat has already gone very far on the road of potions.

As for Lucius...

His son was unable to learn even under Noah's personal instruction, so there was no hope that this old man with rigid thinking would be able to master anything through self-study.

On the contrary, those Hydra agents who came from the non-magical world performed much better in this area than those native wizards.

Although the magic network that Noah has always wanted to build can only barely cover the area of ​​London.

However, once Noah has completed the goal of his trip and brought Ilvermorny under his control, he can build two Holy of Holies together with Hogwarts Castle, relying on the magical hub occupied by this school.

By that time, Noah will be able to expand the super-giant magic circle of Kamar-Taj to a size large enough to cover two continents.

In just a moment, he could have an army of wizards numbering tens of thousands.

Putting aside his vision for the future, Noah walked past Lucius and headed straight for the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States hidden inside the Woolworth Building.

No matter how suspicious the guards at the door were, and no matter how they cast reconnaissance magic from time to time, it had no effect on Noah and Lucius who were hiding in another dimension.

Standing in the hall of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Lucius still had a look of disbelief on his face.

With such a high exposure level, they broke into the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, which had been put on the highest alert level, so easily, and without encountering any obstruction along the way.

"Speaking of which, you have mastered such a convenient spell, but when you were in the Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic..."

Noah glanced at Lucius with an idiotic look in his eyes, "I didn't know this magic at that time."

Is this a spell that I invented myself?

Wizards of Noah's age, even Neville Longbottom, the genius known as "Thor", are still staying in school and attending classes obediently, right?

The boy in front of him not only no longer needed the professors' instruction, but he also created a mirror space...

Lucius didn't know what words to use to describe the magic of this spell.

With his pitiful attainments in magic, he was completely unqualified to evaluate this magic, but magic like this was almost as good as opening up a new space...

Perhaps, only the legendary wizard Merlin who stood beside the Knight King in the legend of King Arthur thousands of years ago could do the same thing?

Compared with the magical achievements of the young man in front of him, the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort, who only knew various dark magics, suddenly became insignificant.

Lucius's mind gradually deviated, as he had obviously misunderstood something. The image of Noah in his mind also gradually changed from mysterious at the beginning to increasingly unfathomable.

In the mirror world, two figures with bad intentions were walking forward as if no one was around.

Even though it was late at night, the Magical Congress of the United States was still bustling with activity, and every department under it still had many employees staying at their posts.

Ever since the Purger incident broke out, the Magical Congress of the United States of America no longer had normal working hours.

Even though it was already eight hours past the end of the get off work day, the Magical Congress of the United States of America had already entered a state of complete combat readiness. At the request of their highest officer, the President of the Congress, each department retained a minimum number of personnel on duty.

Even employees who have gone off work are required to remain on call 24 hours a day so that they can quickly rush to the scene to provide support in the event of an emergency.

Among them, the Auror Department has the heaviest tasks.

In just two months, the size of the Auror Department has expanded from a little over 100 to more than 500 now through social recruitment or secondment from other departments.

Including the strike force, almost one-third of the employees of the Magical Congress of the United States of America are combatants.

But even with the high-intensity work of three shifts, Adams Graves, Minister of Security of the Magical Congress of the United States, still feels very troubled by the shortage of manpower.

During this period of time, as the head of the Auror Department, he could almost be said to have lived completely in his office and had never left it.

The first problem faced by the expanded Auror Department was the uneven quality of its personnel.

Unlike the British Ministry of Magic, which has been on a downward spiral for more than a decade, its Aurors have basically become lax and weak in the false peace created after the fall of Voldemort.

The Aurors and Striker Corps of the Magical Congress of the United States of America are full of martial virtues because they often have to fight against the Purgers.

Even if he was just a trainee Auror who had not yet been hired as a full-time Auror, he could be called an "elite" in the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic. Of course, that was before Scrimgeour teamed up with Moody, the former Auror, to start renovating the office.

However, this comparison also shows the strength of the Magical Congress of the United States.

However in

After a massive expansion of staff, America is no longer great. Not to mention maintaining its original quality level, even just not falling to the level of the cousin next door is already exhausting for him as the minister.

"Hey……"

In the dim office with only a desk lamp on, Adams Graves looked at the pile of documents on the desk and sighed involuntarily.

Fortunately, his immediate superior, Chairman Picquery, was not a short-sighted idiot like Cornelius Fudge who only cared about putting money into his own pocket. Instead, he generously allocated half of the budget of the entire Magic Congress to him as funding.

Otherwise, we might not even be able to pay the Aurors’ salaries, so how can we talk about training them to become useful talents?

only……

Why can't this file be processed?

Graves, who had been working under the 007 work system for nearly two months, could not help but roar loudly in his heart, but he was completely unaware of the danger approaching from behind.

"Ok?"

Just as Noah and Lucius entered Graves' office unhindered in the mirror world by manipulating space, the senior Auror, who was already in his eighties, seemed to have noticed something.

After complaining a few words, he returned to his work and suddenly raised his head and looked at the office door right in front of his desk.

However, there was nothing there.

After a few seconds, Graves couldn't help but laugh at his own nervousness. "It seems that the work during this period is too intense. I am so busy that I am dizzy."

Graves threw the feather pen aside, shook his head which became a little dizzy due to long hours of work, and then raised his hand to rub his temple.

A deep sense of fatigue quietly crept into his brain, and coupled with the discomfort coming from all parts of his aging body, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​working.

Although he is only eighty years old, for wizards who can live for hundreds of years, this should only be regarded as just leaving adolescence. Logically speaking, he should be regarded as in the prime of life.

However, under the torture of such high-intensity work, Graves gradually felt that he was unable to cope with it.

He stood up from his soft and comfortable office chair and slowly walked to the huge glass window of the office.

Looking at the neon lights that were still on in the city, Graves couldn't help but sigh.

“The development of the No-Majs really cannot be underestimated.”

In just a few decades, they have gone from being able to be manipulated by wizards at will to being able to fight well-trained Aurors with those strange physical wands without losing...

Such a speed of development was enough to frighten Graves, even without a wizard-hating group like the Purgers secretly making big news.

As an old man who had personally experienced the reign of Grindelwald, Graves had imagined more than once in the past few months since the MACUSA entered a state of war preparedness. What if Grindelwald had not been defeated by Dumbledore?

Grindelwald did not participate in the speech at Père Lachaise Cemetery as he was still a young man.

But how could Adams Graves, the first Dark Lord who murdered his uncle and then took the position of Minister of Security decades after his uncle's death, not know much about Grindelwald's past and thoughts?

After so many years, the Graves family still has considerable hatred for Gellert Grindelwald.

But Adams actually didn't care much about it.

Gazing at the psychedelic night scene of the city in the distance, Adams moved the joints of his limbs which had become somewhat stiff due to sitting for a long period of time.

At this moment, an extremely sudden palpitation burst out from his heart like lightning brewing in dark clouds. Before he could react, Adams caught sight of two figures through the reflection in the glass that should not have appeared in this office.

In a flash, the wand slipped from his sleeve and fell into Graves's palm.

Without turning around, it would be impossible to hide such a large movement from the opponent, and his speed would definitely not be able to exceed the casting speed of the two mysterious men behind him.

The moment the magic wand fell into the palm of his hand, a translucent barrier was formed at the same moment.

After instantly casting the super-strong armor protection spell, there was a silent combination spell of disarming and knocking you unconscious. Graves was very proud of his reaction speed.

In this world, except for those with ceiling-level combat power like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, almost no one can react to his lightning-fast attack.

But what almost made his jaw drop was that the wand under his armpit was turned upside down and pointed backwards. Two red electric lights burst out from the tip of the wand almost at the same time. After penetrating the one-way defense super armor protection spell, they came to the younger of the two mysterious wizard within one meter. The young man didn't even make any casting movements. The stun spell and the disarming spell naturally disintegrated into the most basic magic power, shattered into red starlight and dissipated in the office.

"Good evening, Mr. Graves."

Noah is crooked

He tilted his head, his hands still behind his back, but the silent and wandless stunning spell knocked Graves unconscious in the next second.

At this time, Noah suddenly realized...

Didn’t the Magical Congress of the United States of America also have a security minister named Graves?

Chapter 397: SHIELD Branch in MACUSA

It has to be said that the position of Minister of Security of the Magical Congress of the United States of America is a high-risk profession, just like the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Although the former has not yet fallen to the level of a disposable position, a ghost called the "Dark Lord" still lingers over this position and has never left even after so many years.

The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, persecuted the then Minister Percival Graves.

Noah, the third Dark Lord who came later and the great-grandson of the first Dark Lord, also persecuted the current Minister Adams Graves.

Speaking of which, to some extent, the grandparents and grandchildren have a certain tacit understanding.

The stun spell amplified by Noah's powerful magic easily tore apart the super-strong armor in front of Adams, and in an instant he had a sound sleep like a baby.

Just as Adams' heavy body was about to fall to the ground with a loud thump, a hand reached out from in front of him and grabbed his collar.

Slightly slowing down the momentum of falling, Noah pulled Adams' clothes and slowly put him on the floor, then considerately turned him over.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket that seemed to be made of some soft nanomaterial...

It's like plastic wrap.

Noah covered the poor security minister's face with it, muttering, "It's really unfair for you to be with our Grindelwald family. Find a good family in your next life and come to England, and then apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

The voice was not loud, but every word fell into Lucius' ears.

Lucius still had some understanding of what Grindelwald had done, but the rising star of the Dark Lord in front of him...

Is he also a member of the Grindelwald family?

There was not much surprise on Lucius's face. With Noah's current strength, he no longer needed Grindelwald's name to support him.

On the contrary, it was the second half of Noah's words that made him more concerned.