"In this incident, the other party's purpose is very clear, which is to rescue the smuggling king - Henry Jones!" Leonard said with confidence.

"On the one hand, letting go of those magical creatures can confuse our sight and facilitate them to break into the execution room; on the other hand, it is also venting their dissatisfaction, causing trouble for our Congress, and distracting our energy." Although Leonard Knox was low at this time, he dared to express his own opinions.

"Leonard Knox, it's not your turn to speak here. Don't forget, you are no longer an Auror!" A short, fat, round-faced witch jumped out and accused Leonard.

"But I am the one who knows the whole story of this matter best. I have the responsibility to tell the Chairman what I see and learn." Leonard tried hard to restrain himself, so as not to jump out and beat the hateful face opposite him!

"It was because of your mistake that Henry slipped away from England and came to our United States!" The round-faced witch showed a disdainful smile.

"You're talking nonsense! Someone revealed our plan to make it fail!" Leonard's brows frowned, his fists clenched, and he pounded heavily on the table.

The round-faced witch wanted to continue to mock Leonard, but was interrupted by Chairman Piqueli.

"Enough, Rocca! No matter what the reason is, there are three things to be sure of: First, we must capture Henry Jones; Second, we must do everything possible to capture the magical creatures that fled; Third - control the situation. Once we are exposed, we will inevitably lead to war!"

Chairman Piqueli's eyes were firm, and a holographic map of New York City suddenly appeared and floated in the air. Light kept illuminating, showing areas with dense magical activities.

Chairman Piqueli came around surrounded by everyone and looked carefully, "Unprecedented active! We must act immediately! Act immediately according to the Congressional Exposure II Plan!"

"Yes!" A neat voice sounded, showing the determination of the Aurors. Under the order of Chairman Piqueli, the Aurors immediately moved in an illusion.

"Knox, please stay." Leonard also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Chairman Piqueli.

"Chairman?" Leonard stopped and looked at Chairman Piqueli in confusion.

"The trough is only temporary. If there is someone who can trust this action, it must be you." Piqueli patted Leonard on the shoulder.

"Because - letting Henry go and letting the magical creatures escape are the most unfavorable for you. You could have recovered your Auror status and even served as the director of the Auror Division, but this sudden prison robbery will make your period of taking office unlimitedly extend!"

Piqueli walked back to the front of the holographic map and said heavily: "As you said, there are traitors in our team. At present, what I believe most is you. Now, I will assign you a separate task."

Piqueli turned around and stared at Leonard's eyes tightly, "Please clean up the team. Take out the traitors in the team and restore order in Congress!"

"Yes!" Leonard looked serious, but he was inexplicably excited, just like a newcomer who had just joined the company.

Professor Frieve and Allen returned to the neighborhood of Congress, and everything was normal.

The Aurors kept casting repair spells, the buildings and cars were restored as before, and the streets were restored to normal.

The bad memories of the Muggles were erased, and everyone was doing their own thing step by step, as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Hey, Philius!" Leonard walked out of the restored Woolworth Building and saw Professor Flivie and Allen at a glance.

"Great, you're fine!" Professor Flivie grinned and kicked Leonard who wanted to lift him up.

Allen felt that the way these two people greeted was really unique and couldn't help but laugh.

"Now, your Congress should be very busy, otherwise-" Before Professor Flivie finished speaking, the impatient Leonard interrupted him.

"You can go to my house first, we have urgent actions. I will tell you the address, Jessica should be at home, she is a good girl, and she can treat you to me!"

As he said that, Leonard told Allen and the others the address, and then hurriedly moved his figure and left the place.

Professor Flivi used the same trick again and summoned the magic cursor. The two of them followed the cursor and moved forward quickly.

The night has already fallen, and the sky is gloomy, as if there is a possibility of a blizzard at any time.

Professor Flivie and Allen rushed to the road. Since they could not confirm the position given by Leonard, they did not dare to illusion and move at will.

The faces of passers-by under the street lights aroused Allen's imagination.

These people made him feel that he could never get out of this prosperous urban environment.

He looked at the houses beside him, and guessed in his heart what kind of programs were being staged behind the soft-lit windows.

These soft lights made him miss Mrs. Harris’ delicious food, his cozy bedroom, and his family.

A cold wind blew towards us in the darkness, and it was already very late. Professor Flivi pulled out his wand and used a fluorescent spell to illuminate the way forward.

Just when Allen felt very desolate, a double-decker bus flashed with lights suddenly arrived in the darkness.

The car door suddenly opened "horn", and a young witch in a bronze uniform made an invitation gesture and said politely: "Gentlemen, please get in the car, where are you going?"

Professor Flivi reported the address to the other party, "Two people, thirty silver sicko, if you are willing to pay three more for each person, we can provide hot water and chocolate!" The ticket seller neatly reported the amount of payment required to take the bus.

Professor Flivi pulled out his wallet, stopped Allen from trying to pay, took out thirty-six silver coupons and handed them to the ticket seller.

There was no seat in the car, and there were six or seven brass-mounted beds next to the window with curtains.

Alan and Professor Frieve chose the nearby bed and sat down on their own.

Soon, the double-decker bus traveled forward at an astonishing speed in the snowstorm, running wildly, passing through clean and tidy streets and houses.

Allen simply let himself fall on the bed, turbulently as the bus moves violently.

After about half an hour, the double-decker bus turned a big bend and stopped beside a long and wide road. The door whipped the ground and opened.

The ticket seller pushed Allen, "Sir, here."

As soon as Allen and Professor Flivie's feet landed on the road, the double-decker bus had already made a 180-degree turn and drove back along the original route.

In the white wind and snow, a small villa on the roadside is brightly lit.

Professor Frieve and Allen walked forward, carefully checked the house number, and confirmed that this was Leonard's home.
Chapter completed!