An ordinary Muggle shooting incident would not have drawn the Magical Congress's attention, but the police helicopter crash in this case had been far too bizarre. That was why Kenny, who had only been a full Auror for a few days, had been sent to investigate alone.
Judging from the scene, there had likely been a wizard nearby at the time. To avoid major casualties, they had no choice but to cast a Slowing Charm.
Kenny left the cordoned-off area and followed the lingering magical traces onward.
After nearly half an hour of hard work, he successfully found the approximate location where the spell had been cast near Wall Street.
"Over a hundred meters... This was a wizard with formidable magic."
Kenny shook the dust from his trench coat, feeling as though he recognized the owner of that magical signature.
"Uh... Could it be that brat Wayne...?"
What was a Brit wanted by the magical governments of two countries doing in the United States? Had he come here to seek refuge?
The more Kenny thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. He was a notorious dark wizard, even a Dark Lord recognized by the British and German Ministries of Magic. Coming all the way from Europe to seek refuge here was just too pathetic.
Compared to Voldemort... never mind. Those Brits were each more pathetic than the last.
After returning to the Woolworth Building, where the Magical Congress was located, he immediately headed to the Auror Office on the forty-third floor.
Bradley Graves, the head of the office, was processing documents. Just as Kenny was about to knock and report his findings, the carefree Sam beat him to it.
"Director! I want to end my leave!"
Viktor, disguised as Graves, ignored the loudmouth and continued focusing on the documents