"He hopes you will be responsible for monitoring him?"
Graves squinted his eyes, repeated Amelia's account, and it was easy to discern from his tone that he was puzzled.
Amelia didn't make any extra gesture, she just nodded lightly.
And Graves guessed from the little girl's calm-eyed response that she and Amostar Brein had probably never met before, so. Perhaps Brein developed a good feeling for the first sight of Amelia?
It's not difficult to find out Amostar Brein's age, and Graves had already learned about Brein's age from the entry application documents sent by Lime from Britain.
There is no doubt that the brilliant wizard, at such an age, could reach such a high level in the magical world. Except for some exaggerated legends, Graves had never found any person in history who could compare with it. However, it is said that Amostar Brein does not have a partner, so, his conjecture that he may have developed feelings for Amelia may be true.
Nonsense.
After a brief analysis, Graves dismissed this possibility.
There was no one else in the house. His true home was not here. This was only a safe house in the Bronx area of New York for him.
From his expression, it was evident that Graves was not shocked by the situation he faced; it clearly wasn't the first time. After a brief gasp, he struggled to his feet, leaning on the table as he staggered toward the room's fireplace, where there was an inset niche in the wall.
Graves looked deeply at the magic book hidden behind the niche, his expression was hideous, as if he was struggling to hold back something.
Such a person should be aware of the impact of his words and actions, especially in another country's territory. Amostar Brein could not have behaved so lightly.
Taking a few steps up the spinning staircase, Graves quickly entered the study. He placed the archive box on the desk and as he saw that illustrious magical animal expert had written to him about taking seriously the risk of those missing magical animals, Graves' eyes darkened.
A bottle of red magic potion streaked with golden threads, a book of spells.
Graves' subconscious wanted to refuse, but he also had to consider Brein's feelings.
After all, from the current situation, maybe because there was something to do in New York, Brein was showing enough cooperation, just as he had said to Amelia just now. Both parties need to compromise.
"The Security Department's previous directive was that it had to be handled by an auror—"
"So, are you willing to work for the Department of Magical Security, Amelia?"
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling--
Graves eagerly pulled the cork off the bottle, pouring the potion down his throat in one go. As the last drop, like a rolling stream of molten gold, slid into his mouth, Graves sighed deeply and collapsed to the ground.
"But?"
"Thank you."
After a moment, Graves' gaze drifted away from Amelia's file. He leaned back against the chair behind him, his scattered eyes looking up at the ceiling.
The sense of the master's return made the lights in the room automatically come on, and the fire in the fireplace did not go out because of Graves' departure.
The abrupt question made Amelia's eyes widen. She never expected Mr. Graves to actually agree to this.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Ross, Mr. Graves would like you to come to his office—"
"Will it be a coincidence?"
Have Amelia accompany Brein throughout the process
Graves furrowed his brow, which did not conform to his intentions. He had hoped to choose an auror who was sufficiently loyal and experienced to keep an eye on Brein, but a young witch who was still naive. A flash of lightning passed in Graves' eyes, indicating that it wasn't entirely unfeasible.
Could it be that Brein had made this request in order to save his own face?
"Shit."
"Decoding of Advanced Black Magic"
The long silence was only interrupted by the ticking sound of the old clock hanging on the wall.
Graves returned to the desk with fatigue and sat down with a touch of depression.
He folded the letter and stuffed it into a drawer, then took out a fresh sheet of stationery, as if preparing to write to someone. But before his hand could touch the feather quill inserted in the ink bottle, Graves' expression changed suddenly.
Ugh!
With a suppressed groan of pain, a mouthful of blood was forced out from Graves' mouth. This blood, not bright in color but tinged with a touch of failure and faint putrid smell, immediately stained the newly pulled out stationery.
"Oh, I had no intention of changing the plan,"
Click——
The door click-shut. The glass bottle in his hand vanished under the waving wand.
After a long time, a tired sigh echoed through the study.
Finally, Graves stood up silently. His hand tightly grasped the empty glass bottle, and his tidily arranged hair was a few gray strands hanging down.
The effect was immediate, the blood seeping from his nose and mouth, which had a grey and putrid color, immediately returned to its vibrant hue. As the misty red fog rose, the blood on his lips and collar seemed to go back in time and fly back into Graves' throat again, causing him to tremble slightly.
The niche held a copper alchemical instrument, but that was not Graves' target. His arm rested on the lower edge of the niche, supporting his body, as he pushed aside the inexplicable instruments and his hand blindly caressed something on the white bas-reliefs on the interior wall of the niche.
As Amelia walked out of the office, she still had a dazed look on her face. Half of what happened in the office was as she had expected, and the other half was completely beyond her plan. She never expected to have such a lucky accident to get the chance to enter the department with the most elite witches in Congress - Mr. Graves promised that if she could complete her task well, she would have passed her initiation examination. This was what she had dreamed about since she knew about the profession of Aurors!
"Are you willing to accept this task, Amelia?"
He breathed lightly, his gaze once again falling on Amelia's file, silent for a long time. He shook his head and moved his gaze, pulling out the warning letter from Newt Scamander again from the drawer.
About ten minutes later, Ms. Ross obtained the things that Mr. Graves wanted. She rushed back into the manager's office again.
Although he had never met Amostar Brein, the bits and pieces he had heard from Chairman Korhag and the numerous reports from The Daily Prophet across the water were enough to piece together a somewhat accurate image of Amostar Brein in Graves' mind.
"This is the file you requested for Amelia Delight, sir—"
Suddenly, Graves stood up from his chair, quickly gathering the documents on his desk into a briefcase, and with the case in hand, walked over to the fireplace in the other corner of his office.
Graves, who was usually serious and not given to idle talk in front of his subordinates, nodded and signaled that Ross could leave.
Click—
The sound of the mechanism being activated echoed, and the bas-relief panel fell, revealing a hidden space.
This is a very detailed file, including the objective evaluation of Amelia's daily performance and abilities by her supervisors in two departments she has worked in since entering Congress;
Including Amelia's exam scores, honors won, and disciplinary rules she violated during her studies at Ilvermorny;
Including Amelia's family situation: a brief introduction of her family members, residential location, and ancestral origin, etc.
As he read, Graves' expression gradually became serious. His sharp eyes fell on some words, and his furrowed brow deepened.
Theoretically speaking, the fireplace in the Congress office was not supposed to be connected to personal use, and Graves usually wouldn't violate regulations. However, now he had a pressing matter to understand, so he couldn't care for these formalities.
With the Green Flame Dragonwhirl surrounding him, Graves left his office in a dizzying spin and appeared in one of his houses in New York.
The moon carries a red haze, and black clouds hang ominously over the crescent moon, veiled in tendrils. Several ravens, disturbed by the cold wind, flap their wings and cry mournfully as they fly over the roof of the solitary building.
Graves spoke solemnly,
Clearly knowing the boss's strict style, Ms. Ross dare not delay. She quickly finished her work and hurriedly left with the notebook, only half a minute later. Amelia had already left the Security Department.
"Oh, I'll go right away."
In a moment, Graves' face turned as pale as snow, and everything around him became blurry. He stumbled and fell into the chair.
The pain continued, and cold sweat oozed from his greasy temples, trickling down his cheeks and forming a dark yellow stain on the white collar.
Following a world-renowned great wizard is undoubtedly a rare opportunity, and Amelia couldn't want it more. However, she still couldn't believe that Mr. Graves would compromise for it, after all, he wouldn't even allow Mr. Brein to bring his wand into the country.
On her way past Ms. Ross, whose hair was curling, Amelia almost forgot the instructions of her future boss out of excitement. It wasn't until she walked to the elevator hall that she rushed back, telling Ms. Ross, who was busy organizing those missing magical animal records,
(Chapter Ends)
