Some Developments

By sheer numbers alone, the wizards living across this vast land undoubtedly outnumbered their European counterparts. To keep this much larger wizarding society in order while ensuring it remained separate from Muggle society, the Ministry of Magic Congress that governed the nation's magical civilization clearly had to devote far greater effort.

The night deepened, yet the grand hall of the Congress building, steeped in history and ancient grandeur, remained bustling with people. Employees with anxious faces and hurried steps were everywhere.

Amelia stood in line at the elevator lobby, waiting for a lift. She raised her head, her gaze following an elevator car gliding upward until it vanished into the enormous light source enveloping the ceiling.

Although she had been working at the Congress for nearly half a year, every time she entered the building and looked up at its ceiling from the hall, Amelia could not help feeling insignificant. It was just like when she had first appeared atop Greylock Mountain as a descendant of Muggles and caught her first glimpse of the finest magical school in the world—the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her heart had been filled with nothing but reverence.

Could Mr. Amosta Breen shake the Congress building? The absurd thought suddenly popped into Amelia's mind.

Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of the age, while Amosta Breen was the most powerful wizard of the age. Amelia knew that this view was highly popular in the European magical world, where nearly everyone believed it. But here in the United States, across the ocean, it was far from a commonly accepted opinion.

Some Congress officials from prominent families believed that Albus Dumbledore had indeed accomplished remarkable things in the past, but he was now a man over a hundred years old. Even Merlin probably would not