After entering the house, Jessica slumped down and looked at the empty room that had been adjusted by Fleevy's men. She was lost in thought for a while. Then, she looked at the fireplace with guilt and nervousness. After a while, she pulled out her wand and a green flame was burning in the fireplace.
As if waiting for Jessica's signal, Leonard's head immediately emerged from the flame. Before the illusion in his head was fully formed, he asked eagerly, "Jessica, did the British agree to our request for negotiation?"
Jessica said in a low voice, "Uncle Leonard, the British Ministry of Magic didn't reject it … But I think the receptionist didn't want to offend me because of my relationship with Alan and the others, so he didn't agree to my request …" She said after some hesitation, "Mr. Grindelwald, who took care of me in all aspects before … Now, he always uses the excuse that he's busy dealing with the application to not see me …"
"People like Grindelwald will only show you the greatest kindness when you're useful to him … But speaking of which, I can't contact Alan anymore …" Leonard felt that he missed his old friend even more at this time. He said in disappointment, "If nothing had happened to Filius, things wouldn't have come to this point …"
"I can go to Harris's house anytime, but Owen and Allen haven't come back recently. Morgana and Daisy just assured me that nothing will happen to me and Ian …" Jessica looked hesitant. "And Uncle Leonard, I feel that they … uh …"
Leonard asked in return, "What? Jessica, what happened to Allen's family? "
"Uncle Leonard, I'm not sure …" Jessica hesitated. "I don't know why, but I feel that their personalities seem to have become … tougher after these days of contact?" She immediately added, "I don't think it's because of the attack. They didn't change much after the attack, but I feel that … uh, sorry, I'm not talking about their attitude towards me, but I feel that their temperament seems to have become colder …"
"It's good that their family is fine." After listening to Jessica's dejected statement, Leonard did not have any complaints or disappointment like Jessica had imagined. The flames crackled, and the room was silent for a while. Instead, Leonard asked in a gentle tone, "By the way, I know that there are many fanatical wizards on the floating city who are clamoring to flatten the United States. Their attitude towards our country is as fierce as Gravis and the others back then. You have to be careful. I'm afraid that some people will discriminate against and be hostile to American wizards. You haven't been threatened recently, have you?"
"They don't have a good impression of the United States after the attack on Raccoon City, but Uncle Leonard … you know, this is basically a country of immigrants, so it's a very tolerant place … Now, many wizards on the floating city are refugees … So as long as they don't break the law, no one will ask about the past …" Jessica's ponytail swayed behind her. "The security here is good. No one is a threat. The biggest problem is that I feel that some wizards have become used to looking down on people from other countries. They are a little arrogant … Many people consider themselves as Hogwarts, but they actually didn't go to school here …" Jessica's ponytail swayed behind her. "That Miss Granger is very thoughtful. She gave me a metal golem that I have absolute control over … I left it here to guard the house."
"That's good. Jessica, you can stay in the floating city and study … Don't worry about other things. I shouldn't let a student like you get involved in these things," Leonard said hurriedly. "Don't worry about the Ian. He's been more obedient since he came back. It seems that he knows he's been fooled …" He sighed and said with shame, "I'm ashamed to say that some bad things have happened in the United States. Some nationalists hate wizards with British accents … Jessica, don't come back. Don't worry. Since they said they won't do anything to me, I have to go to a meeting …"
Jessica knew that her uncle's words were not only directed at British wizards in the United States. When she left, her brother had a feeling that she was a traitor in the United States. But the magic flame in the fireplace went out immediately. Before Jessica could reply, Leonard's imagination disappeared in an instant.
In the United States, Leonard left the fireplace and began to tidy up his appearance. This made his image in sharp contrast to his messy home — this beret like house used to be under Jessica's care. It was clean and comfortable, with warm lights and delicious food …
But now it was really deserted. The beautiful trees with bright flowers that Jessica raised were drooping due to lack of care. One of the boxing gloves that Ian used to put aside was on the table, and the other was covered by the clothes that were thrown on the ground. The crooked drying rack rotated clumsily in front of the fireplace. There were still stains on the spotless long dining table …
Ever since Jessica left, Leonard and Ian, the two wizards who were not used to doing housework, used work as an excuse and rarely tidied up the house. They only did it for a day when they could not stand the sight of it. Mr. Nimble Hand, which had become popular, was a product of the British Umbrella Corporation. After the Raccoon City incident, owning it was like betraying one's own country and was despised by others. Therefore, Leonard, who did not have a house elf and was a politician, had to give up this toy that could help him a lot at home.
These days, after Ian went to participate in the competition, he became muddle-headed after the attack. Leonard was so busy that the situation in the house became worse. But at this time, Leonard was not in the mood to pay attention to these things. After smoothing his collar, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and scattered it into the fireplace.
"Hall of the United States Congress of Magic!"
Walking out of the fireplace, Leonard had arrived at the Woolworth Building in downtown New York. He came to the hall with hundreds of floors inside.
Bypassing a Salem monument erected in memory of the wizards killed in the Salem Witchcraft Trials, Leonard glanced at a huge magic threat level indicator hanging high above. Behind the turntable hung a portrait of William Piquelli, the president of the United States Congress of Magic.
But now, almost no one would admire the smile of the president who did not have much presence because the needle of the magic clock had pointed to danger for several days after the British declared war.
The wizards who were hurrying back and forth had no smiles on their faces. An atmosphere of anxiety and panic spread throughout the Ministry of Magic. Leonard quickly ran up the steps of the hall. The male and female wizards around him gathered in twos and threes, whispering nervously to each other.
A wizard sitting in the waiting area waiting for departure procedures was holding the "New York Spectre" with a big headline: "The final date of the British ultimatum is approaching …"
Leonard, who came over, could only turn a blind eye to this. Unlike usual, he rudely stepped over the house elves in the hall who tried to help the members and guests polish their wands with a complicated feather device and went directly to the elevator in the main hall that could send people to the various floors of the Congress of Magic.
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