Tesla Graves

The Magical Congress of the United States of America

Department of Major Crimes Investigation.

Just from the name, you can tell that this is a department that specializes in handling major and important cases.

Therefore, the study of naming is really important. If you change the name to "Auror Office," the sophistication will be greatly reduced.

That's right, although the names are different... the United States. Department of Major Crimes Investigation and the United Kingdom Auror Office have essentially the same functions.

Don't look down on Auror; their job is indeed to arrest dangerous criminals and protect the Wizarding World.

Ordinary theft is a crime that doesn't require the involvement of Auror; it's handled by the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol or the Hit Wizard.

However, they often face the most terrifying magical problems, so much so that when the Auror appear, they resemble the Anbu from Naruto:

They either get instantly killed, become background characters for the villains, or serve as narrators throughout the battles... like extras.

But to be fair, is this the fault of us Auror?

You could have the Paris nuclear crisis, the Venice white dragon, the North Sea Kraken Vienna, Grindelwald's escape, Voldemort's resurrection... No matter who you put in the Auror, it wouldn't work!

It's not that the Auror are too weak, but that the enemy is too strong!

Compared to the Auror Office in the United Kingdom, the United States. Department of Major Crimes Investigation has added a few other functions.

The most obvious example is the Department of Major Crimes Investigation, which is divided into the Auror Office and the Office of Magical Security.

The Auror Office's functions include investigating and hunting down dark wizards, supporting International Statute of Secrecy, and protecting the safety of the United States Wizarding World.

The Office of Magical Security is an intelligence, espionage, and counter-espionage agency.

The two have some connection to each other, like the FBI and CIA.

At this moment, a routine meeting is being held in the Office of Magical Security.

Young Mera Picquery sat in the corner, her chin resting on her hand, seemingly listening intently to the meeting.

But if you look closely, you'll find that she was actually sneaking around fishing, her eyes constantly glancing downwards.

It was a newspaper—the New York Ghost.

The title is:

The United Kingdom Wizarding Wars: Should We Join the Fray?!

The cover depicts a bloody mound of skulls, with William Stark covered in blood, holding a wand, and a direwolf lying at his feet.

"What do you think about this, Mera?" A middle-aged man suddenly tapped on the table.

"Hmm? I think we should join the war!" Mera blurted out without hesitation.

"We must prevent Voldemort from becoming the second Grindelwald."

Everyone quieted down and watched her with great interest.

Mera knew she was in trouble... This meeting wasn't about war, but about missing Muggle children.

"I'm not referring to the war in the United Kingdom, but to the six children who have gone missing."

The middle-aged man, Tesla Graves, the head of magical security, spoke again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I was just spacing out," Picquery apologized, blushing.

"It seems our meeting has gone a little too long; it's already been going on for an hour." Tesla glanced at his watch and clapped his hands.

"Let's rest for a while. Mera, put together a report for me."

Picquery nodded, but did not get up.

Once everyone had almost left, she hurriedly said, "Sir, I'm so sorry..."

Tesla said with a hint of reproach:

"Don't let this happen again, Mera. Your father sent you here so I could discipline you, not let you get distracted."

Mera obediently stuck out her tongue.

Four years ago, Newt Scamander arrived in the United States with his small suitcase.

However, the Thunderbird he was helping France transport escaped, leading to his temporary imprisonment.

Without any orders, Mera skipped a year of work to go to the United Kingdom to investigate.

That would naturally result in immediate dismissal.

Last year, she attended the International Confederation of Wizards with her aunt, the former president of the Magic Association, Seraphina Picquery.

Because he helped Stark and Granger escape, he regained his position upon his return.

However, her father, the Head of the Auror Office, somewhat disliked his daughter and left her in the Office of Magical Security next door.

That is, in the hands of Tesla Graves.

After reprimanding his friend's daughter, Tesla glanced at the newspaper, looked at the picture of the famous young wizard, and asked curiously:

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"Mera, I remember you helped Stark last July?"

"I didn't do anything special, just tipped him off," Mera said.

Many of her female colleagues wanted to get to know Stark through her.

But the reality is, she and that person weren't familiar at all.

Such beings would never care about a mere Auror like her.

"What do you think of him?" Tesla asked.

After a moment's thought, recalling the Quidditch World Cup and the events in Vienna, Picquery cautiously said:

"A very powerful wizard, the kind of genius whose talent cannot be judged by age... Even if all the rumors about him were exaggerated tenfold, they would probably still be worthy of him."

"You speak very highly of him," Tesla said thoughtfully. "So, who do you think will win this war?"

Mera shook her head; she had never seen Voldemort and had no way of knowing what he was capable of.

Besides, she didn't have much contact with Stark; the reason she cared about him was because he looked so much like Targaryen.

Mera looked at Tesla and keenly sensed that something was wrong with the director.

This 56-year-old elder was like a father to Mera.

Tesla had long, thin limbs, but his body was quite fleshy. His taciturn nature somewhat masked his stubborn pursuit of perfection.

His discerning eyes always revealed confidence and innate prudence.

But today, the director's eyes seemed somewhat unsettled.

His sparse, graying hair looked disheveled, and even in such a clean room, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You look a little tired," Mera said with concern. "Have you been having a lot of troubles lately?"

Tesla shrugged and said helplessly:

"Yes, the Magical Congress has been arguing endlessly about participating in the war."

There are also Scourers, and the recently emerged Third Salem.

He rubbed his temples and sighed:

"And of course, there are those Muggle kids who have recently gone missing..."

Just then, a witch entered through the door, knocked, and whispered:

"Mera, that Professor Targaryen looks a lot like Stark is here to see you."

Mera stood up with some surprise, but the witch's next words made her feel very uncomfortable.

"He also has a pretty girl with him."

"Go ahead, and don't forget to do the report," Tesla waved his hand understandingly.

Mera gave him a grateful look, then hurriedly ran out.

Tesla Graves watched Mera's retreating figure, then leaned back in his chair and looked at the photograph of Stark... lost in thought.

(Please give me your recommendation votes and monthly tickets, everyone.)

Thanks to "Lucky Li Yue" and "The Potless Foodie" for the tip.)