Two of a Kind

It was not Graves alone who appeared. A large group of Aurors followed behind him into the barrier one after another. They surveyed the Muggle café, which had been luxuriously and elegantly decorated only minutes ago but was now reduced to ruins, their astonishment undisguised.

"Mr. Graves!"

Seeing her superior arrive, Amelia stepped out from behind Amosta and hurried over to Graves and her colleagues, asking with some surprise,

"How did you get here?"

"How did I get here?"

Graves retorted through tightly pressed lips. A greenish tinge flashed across his face as though he were struggling to suppress his rage.

"What a thoroughly ridiculous question, Miss Dett. Do you realize you're in Muggle territory? And what do you think the nearby Muggles would do when they saw a building that had been standing here suddenly shrouded in darkness, with several bloodsucking monsters running out of it?"

Amelia opened her mouth to explain, but her superior, Mr. Graves, had already shifted his gaze away from her. Instead, he glared at Amosta, his expression suggesting that he had long expected Amosta Breen to cause trouble sooner or later.

"The Department of Security Aurors have cleared out the nearby Muggles and established a secure perimeter. We also stopped the Muggle reporters who rushed over to cover this. But Mr. Breen—"

Graves no longer resembled the taciturn man he had been at the Joint Review Committee. With his jurisdiction involved, he fixed Amosta with a piercing stare.

"You'd better give me a perfectly reasonable explanation for this—"

Graves looked around at the ruins, his face iron-gray as he asked,

"Explain exactly what happened here, and how I'm supposed to classify this incident. And you must also explain why you used your wand again without a wand permit!"

Graves truly seemed furious enough to