"Professor, won't the Muggle see this cursor?" The bright green arrow led the way, pointing to one street after another.
The Muggle didn't seem to see the cursor at all. They hurriedly walked past it.
"Of course not. They'll subconsciously ignore the cursor. Even if some of them see it, they'll immediately think of something that they have to deal with immediately, "Professor Fleevy explained.
Following the cursor, Professor Fleevy brought Allen to an office building with an owl logo.
Allen looked up and saw the words "Woolworth Building" written on the outer wall of the building.
Senior white-collar workers came and went through a big turnstile.
The cursor pointed to a side door at the corner of the building. The guard at the door was a man in a cloak.
"What's the purpose of your visit?" The male wizard blocked Allen's way.
Professor Fleevy immediately took out a pass full of English words and a bright red seal and handed it to the guard.
The guard took the pass and looked at it carefully, checking if the photo on it was the same as Allen's. After confirming that there was no mistake, he pointed at the pass with his magic wand. A bright red seal floated up and rotated in the air.
At this time, Allen also saw the words "MACUSA" on the seal.
The guard handed the pass back to Professor Fleevy and immediately opened the door behind him.
Professor Fleevy led Allen through the door. When they came in, the whole lobby changed from the Woolworth Building to the Congress of Magic of the United States of America.
They walked down a wide staircase and entered the main hall. It was a spacious space with an unbelievably high arched roof.
A huge turntable with many gears and surfaces was at the top. The colorful surface of the turntable was engraved with words: Magic Exposure Threat Level.
The green part was Safety Level 0, followed by Low Threat, Medium Threat, High Threat, Unexplained Serious Situation and Emergency.
At this time, the pointer of the turntable was pointing to Low Threat.
An intimidating portrait hung behind the turntable. It was the portrait of a wizard with an extraordinary bearing, William Fletcher. Piquelli, President of the Congress of Magic.
Owls were flying in circles in the hall. Male and female wizards were busy working in nineties costumes.
Professor Fleevy led Allen through the bustling crowd. A curly-haired wizard in trendy clothes waved his magic wand and hurriedly ran past Allen, muttering, "These damned animals, I'll teach you a lesson sooner or later!"
A short while later, some male adepts in black robes hurried over. "What should we do with these illegal creatures?"
"He'll probably be locked up!"
"Knox has made a great contribution this time. He might be promoted to office director!"
"Let him come out of that little office first!"
A few people brushed past Allen. They hurried on their way while whispering to each other.
Allen could not help but turn his head and stare at them, but he was quickly pulled away by Professor Fleevy.
In front of the elevator door, Alan saw a few wizards sitting in line, waiting for a house elf to polish their wands with a complicated feather device.
The elevator door opened, and a fairy attendant inside bowed to them. "Sir, where are you going?"
"Wand Licensing Office," Professor Fleevy said in a monotonous tone.
The fairy attendant poked the elevator button above his head with a long stick with claws, and the elevator began to descend.
The elevator descended very quickly, but the elevator shaft was very long. Therefore, it took them some time to reach the designated floor.
The elevator door opened. Outside was a narrow, suffocating, windowless basement room. It was a painful contrast to the floors above.
Professor Fleevy led Allen past a hundred computers. Nobody was controlling them, and they were typing on their own. Glass pipes dangled from the ceiling above.
Every time a computer typed a document, it would automatically fold into a mouse and hurriedly climb through the corresponding pipe to the office above.
In a dim corner of the room, there was a sign that read: Wand Licensing Office.
They lowered their heads and walked into the office. It was really a narrow and suffocating office, only a little bigger than a storage room. There were piles of unopened wand applications. A desk was squeezed in the middle of the narrow office, looking very pitiful.
Although the room was small, it had its advantages. For example, Allen found that there was no one in the office.
"Professor, why are we here? Didn't you mail the wand application here a long time ago? "Allen asked in confusion.
"Yes, that's right. But I'm looking for Leonard. Knox is in this office. "Professor Fleevy looked around and could not believe his eyes.
"The runner-up of the duel?" Allen could not believe that a wizard with powerful magic power and outstanding combat power had been reduced to such a state!
At this time, a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle strolled into the office slowly.
When he saw Fleevy and Allen, he did not even ask anything. "The wand application will be sent out soon. Please wait patiently in your temporary residence. We're short-staffed! The only capable person is too capable. I'm afraid he won't be here for long. "
"I'm sorry, what I want to ask is —" Professor Fleevy wanted to explain his purpose of visit.
"I said, go back first and wait patiently. Please go back first! "The" Mediterranean "man was quite impatient.
It seemed that he was an arrogant and typical lazy official with an ugly face and a difficult task!
Professor Fleevy and Allen looked at each other, and Professor Fleevy turned around and left.
Before leaving, Allen suddenly remembered what he had heard in the hall upstairs, and what the "Mediterranean" man had just said. He suddenly turned around and shouted, "Leonard? Knox! "
"What? What did you say?" The "Mediterranean" man quickly stepped forward, pushed Allen aside, and poked his head out. Except for Professor Fleevy, there was no one outside the door.
With a look of anger on his face, he said angrily, "What are you yelling about? Leonard? Where's Knox? "
"That's what we want to ask, sir! We're here for Leonard, Mr. Knox. " It's Mr. Knox's, "Alan said politely with a warm smile.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for Leonard? Knox? " The "Mediterranean" man looked at Professor Fleevy and Allen in surprise, secretly guessing their relationship with Leonard.
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