Early in the morning, the sun was bright.
To leave a good impression on her colleagues in the task force, Hermione got up early to wash and dress. She chose a dignified, formal wizarding robe, hesitated for a moment, then changed into an ordinary but appropriate outfit.
A simple black jacket paired with a white shirt, styled somewhat like casual business wear. The design was basic and classic, with almost no patterns; one could hardly tell whether it was Muggle clothing or wizard-made.
Loren clicked his tongue in approval. An intellectual girl looked exceptionally pleasing in that outfit, with a hint of uniform temptation to it.
Hermione pulled Nancy along for breakfast. She could no longer remember what she had put on her plate or what flavor the jam had been. The entire meal was spent asking about the American Magical Congress's departmental structure, staff system, salary composition, working hours, and promotion paths for ordinary employees...
"What major policies has the American Magical Congress focused on in recent years?"
"Uh..."
"You work with the Muggle government to house werewolves. How is the security system you established?"
"Uh..."
"How do you ensure werewolves can live independently after leaving assistance programs?"
"Uh..."
"I heard you recruit werewolf employees. Do you provide promotion opportunities? Will you allow them access to core authority?"
"Uh..."
This intern who was about to begin work was indeed intelligent. Her questions struck at the heart of things, her eye was precise, and her words were sharp.
Nancy was sweating on her forehead from the questioning. Miss Granger was like some newspaper reporter, as though she might publish a headline in tomorrow's New York Spectator at any moment. If Mr. Kowhaug had not specifically instructed them otherwise, no one in the entire task force would have dared answer these