Woolworth Building, New York City.
This skyscraper built in 1913 was the tallest 55-story building in the world at that time. It is also the home of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
As long as the correct spell is cast on its gate, you can enter the space provided for wizards.
Its interior has at least twice as many floors as the exterior of the building, and each floor looks so busy. Yes, it is usually very busy here, but it has undoubtedly become busier recently.
At this moment, it's past 9 o'clock in London time, while it's only 4 o'clock in the morning in New York time. However, things are tense right now, and there is no doubt that not many people are still in the mood to go to bed.
On the top floor of the building, in the spacious conference room, the large oval table was already full of people. As for the recent frequent attacks, almost all those who are qualified to speak here have already expressed their opinions.
Zoe is also an employee of the Magic Congress. In fact, given her position, it is extremely difficult to speak here. The reason why she could sit here and listen was entirely because of her duty.
After all, she was just a copywriter at the Archives and Records Department, and sometimes she would take on the role of a meeting recorder when important matters were important, like now.
She seemed to be carefully controlling the quill to take shorthand of the meeting, not missing a single word, while observing everyone here with boredom.
Among the wizards sitting around the conference table were all kinds of big shots. The men's expressions varied, and their perspectives on the attack were somewhat different.
Those who have harmed their own interests will naturally show exponential enthusiasm, trying to deal with the matter as soon as possible while ensuring their own money and rights.
And those guys who have nothing to do with their own interests generally don't care much about the development of the situation. What they are thinking more about is how to take this opportunity to eliminate their opponents.
Of course, there are some wizards who, like her copywriter, are a bit idle. She knew these people very well, because they were undoubtedly a group of guys who had no desire for the possibility of promotion.
Well, if you were to ask Zoe if she had ever thought about getting promoted or something, I'm afraid she could only smile perfunctorily.
To be honest, she actually has a unique competitive advantage because she is born with a stronger Legilimency talent than other wizards. But unfortunately, she hated it.
Because she can't always control her abilities, she often inadvertently reads other people's inner thoughts. Even if it was just a superficial thought, it would still cause a lot of trouble to her.
Because of this, she has yet to find a suitable boyfriend.
There is a saying among No-Majs that it is difficult for a woman who is too smart to capture the sincerity of a man. Zoe has been thinking, maybe this sentence is the same in the magic world, right
She stretched out her wand and poked the quill, letting it dip into the ink bottle for more ink, because the "big guys" seemed to have been silent for a while.
Zoe understood the reason why those guys were silent - just now, Ms. Oprah, the president of Congress, asked, leaving everyone speechless.
"...So, has it been too long since the last disaster? What do you think of war?"
Zoe can speak out for the female chairwoman in her heart - she believes that Ms. Oprah is indeed a down-to-earth Congressional chairperson and a quite competent chairperson.
But to be honest, it’s useless to just keep your feet on the ground. Ms. Oprah is usually very courageous, but when it comes time to make a decision, she seems a little unsatisfactory.
She was able to maintain the entire American wizarding world stably when it was operating stably, but at this time, it was obviously useless for her to just listen but not speak.
The reason why the big shots kept silent was not because Ms. Oprah's questions were powerful, but because she herself had no good ideas - everyone knew this.
A long time passed after that, and this inexplicably boring meeting finally came to an end.
Zoe poked the quill with her wand again, letting it wipe away the ink stains on the pen tip, and she waved her wand to make several copies of the parchment roll of the meeting minutes using a copying spell.
After a series of routine preparations such as handing in, keeping files, and issuing was completed, she slowly left the Congress hall holding several rolls of parchment.
No one would rush her because her work was done. Although her superiors ordered that all congressional staff not leave their posts without authorization during the activation of the emergency plan, she didn't care.
In a short period of time, the meeting will not be held again, and she, the copywriter, can go back to the office and have a good sleep.
She was not worried at all about this attack - her grandfather had passed away long ago, and her grandmother, who had always liked her, happened to go abroad to visit relatives; as for her parents... those two were not serious all day long. As early as the day she graduated, she set off to an oriental country to play with Tibetan snowmen!
If she had to worry about something, she might be more worried about the irresponsible couple who froze to death in the deep mountains and snowy forest without paying attention!
Passing by other colleagues she knew or didn't know along the way, Zoe took the magic elevator and returned to her office in a familiar way.
There are five colleagues in her office. Unlike her, the other four are obviously more motivated than her. At this critical moment, most of them are running around outside, working harder for their dying careers.
Because of this, she was the only one in the office at the moment.
She put the things in her arms into the basket of documents to be processed, then walked straight to the staff rest area in the corner of the office, and leisurely cooked hot eggnog.
Of course, alcohol is definitely not allowed in the office, but in a leisurely position like Zoe's, who would care so much
While cooking, she sat on a chair nearby, squinted her eyes and dozed off. After all, it was still early in the morning, and recording the meeting was so boring that she felt a little weak.
Sitting on the chair, smelling the fragrance of milk mixed with cream, she unknowingly recalled the day she just graduated and joined the job.
Actually, it wasn't that long at all, almost a year and a half ago.
In fact, Zoe was not unenthusiastic about the workplace from the beginning. At first, like other newcomers, she secretly rejoiced at getting a job at MACUSA.
But it didn't take long for her to realize that she hated the smokeless workplace struggles from the bottom of her heart.
Because of her special abilities, she is extremely sensitive to other people's thoughts. She knew who was being malicious and who was hiding evil intentions.
When she found that she couldn't find a colleague around who could confide in her like her classmates and friends at school, she became less interested.
Zoe is a beautiful girl who has been popular since childhood. No need to ask, even after she joined the job, many seemingly handsome and funny men approached her to talk to her.
However, she just felt like vomiting...
Just when she was getting a little drowsy in the rich fragrance of milk, a soft sound suddenly woke her up.
"You... who are you?"
She opened her eyes and immediately saw the wizard walking to the center of the office.
“…”
The other party stared at her without saying a word for a while, and suddenly a terrifying black mist surged from her body and rushed towards Zoe.
Zoe knew that this time she was saved by her talent. Although she was usually quite bored with this annoying talent, now she was sincerely grateful for it.
Just a second before the opponent turned into black mist and rushed towards her quickly, Zoe tried her best to avoid this terrifying blow.
"boom!"
While the other party hit the wall of the rest area, Zoe quickly got up, walked away and ran towards the door. As she ran, she did not forget to look back at the bulging black mist, maintaining her only vigilance.
Because she discovered that even if the other person was a ball of black mist, she could still sense the other person's superficial thoughts.
Since she has this only advantage, how can she let it go so easily? The black mist moved so fast that she gave up the idea of using magic spells to fight back. She only has one idea now, and that is to run!
As long as I can run out of the office, I'll probably be safe.
However, the moment her fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, she, still looking back at him, immediately pounced hard to the left, and then fell heavily on the file chief's desk next to her.
Then, she heard a loud noise from behind.
Ignoring the severe pain in her ribs, Zoe managed to turn over and look back, only to find that the black mist had directly smashed through the office door and rushed into the corridor outside.
"That's okay..." she thought, "Whether it's me going out or him going out - in any case, someone is going out!"
But what followed was another question: How did that guy get in
There is no doubt that he is one of the attackers in this recent series of dangerous incidents.
She doesn't care where the other party's inexplicably powerful power comes from. Compared with this, she is more concerned about how the other party entered the heavily guarded Congress building
At the moment when Zoe was sitting on the edge of the long desk with lingering fear, the Obscurial who had sneaked into the Woolworth Building ran rampant in the corridor, and finally slammed open the window and flew out of the building with a bang.
At this time, Maka, who had just arrived at the entrance to Jackson Square, suddenly turned around and looked at the flickering fire that suddenly appeared in the night.
Under the strong moonlight, that scene looked particularly clear.