New York was a true city that never slept. Even at three in the morning, the entire city was still as bustling as it was during the day.
Scrimgeour led the Aurors discreetly to the front of a fifty-five-story building. Sam, who had been sitting on the steps yawning, finally perked up.
"Welcome, friends from Britain!"
Sam's brash behavior made Scrimgeour frown.
Though it was three in the morning, was the Magical Congress really looking down on them this much? They had actually sent only such a young man to receive them.
Scrimgeour nodded in greeting and, led by Sam, entered the wildly spinning revolving door with the Aurors.
On the forty-third floor, in the Auror Office, Graves warmly received them.
After a brief exchange, Scrimgeour got straight to the point. "Director Graves, I believe your magical government has officially received the information we provided. I would like to hear what arrangements you have made for this joint manhunt."
Graves' smile faded. "To be honest, Vincent Wayne is a recipient of our Magical Congress' Congressional Medal of Honor and enjoys a certain degree of diplomatic immunity."
Seeing Scrimgeour's frown deepen, he abruptly changed his tone. "But since this was Chairman Randolph's decision, all Aurors of the Magical Congress will naturally cooperate with the work of the British Ministry of Magic."
Graves laid out their arrangements. The standard border lockdown had been completed immediately, and they had also activated large-scale detection magic. Any magical disturbance in New York would be discovered.
Scrimgeour's tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly. "Your country's Muggle celebrity awards ceremony was held half a month ago. Wayne likely will not remain for long. There is a strong chance that he has already left New York, or even the United States."
Graves nodded to himself. "Indeed. I have already