"A top-secret bulletin?"
Travers clutched his chest, struggling to remember.
With his subordinate's reminder, he gradually recalled that there had indeed been something like that.
The girl's face before him slowly overlapped with the image in his memory.
Two weeks ago, the Magic Congress...
The Magic Congress of the United States of America had indeed sent them a top-secret request for assistance. In short, a mysterious girl of unknown origin had stormed its headquarters, single-handedly beaten her way through all its elite Aurors, freed a dangerous prisoner along the way, and finally fought Gellert Grindelwald, driving him back.
The Magical Congress of the United States of America had hoped the British Ministry of Magic would help investigate the girl's identity.
At the time, Travers had thought the whole thing utterly absurd.
A teenage girl had not only thrashed everyone at the Magic Congress headquarters, but had also driven Grindelwald back in a head-on fight.
Who were they trying to fool?
There were only a handful of Wizards in the Wizarding World whose powers defied all expectations, and all of them had been famous for years. How could someone just pop up out of nowhere and take on Grindelwald?
Surely Dumbledore hadn't turned into a girl and run off to the Magic Congress to beat up the children?
He had been certain it was an excuse America had fabricated to conceal its incompetence and save face after the jailbreak.
If something like that had happened to him, he would have exaggerated the enemy's strength too.
But now...
Travers looked at Hermione a short distance away.
That delicate, pretty face, her long brown hair, even her condescending gaze matched the magical portrait perfectly!
It now appeared that the bulletin hadn't exaggerated a thing.
...Wait.
Once his brief terror passed, the instincts of