It was like a hook that hooked the navel suddenly loosened, and Freya couldn't help but shake when she landed on the ground.

Harry helped her very gentlemanly and reminded him: "Be careful."

"Thank you." Freya nodded and looked at Diana who seemed to be very accustomed to it. "I never want to see the door key again, never again. This is even more terrible than the experience of a speedy flight at the Space Station."

"The door keys for international long distances are really uncomfortable," Harry said sympathetically.

They walked out of the door of the American Magic France Teleportation Room, and immediately two wizards wearing sweaters and trousers came to greet them. The wizards took the detectors they often saw during security checks and measured them around the three people.

The detector began to buzz loudly.

"Did you bring magic props?" one of the tall wizards said to the leading Harry with a stern face, "Please show your wand."

Harry pointed the tip of his wand on the entry recorder. The white-headed sea eagle-shaped recorder flashed several green lights in his eyes, and then shouted—

"At twelve or seven, from the British Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter."

The expression of the border control wizard immediately calmed down.

"If you and your friends carry magic props, please show them." He said, and waved his wand and turned into rows of golden words. "These are lists of magical animals and magic herbs that are absolutely not allowed to enter the level. If you carry them, you must also hand them over to the Magic France Association for temporary custody."

"We don't have magic props on us." Harry frowned. "These two ladies are non-magic people and local residents."

"National or not, Muggles are not allowed to enter the Demon French Society. They will accept 'forget-free' and you are at risk of being prosecuted." The border wizard warned.

"Required Guarantees," said Harry, "their magic entry guarantees were made by me, Harry James Potter and Albus Percival Woolflick Brian Dumbledore respectively."

"Are you sure?" the other party asked formally.

"I confirm." Harry said.

His wand tapped, and a note was created, and a hole was cracked on the parchment paper and started to speak.

"I confirm." It was Dumbledore's voice.

A blue halo flashed, indicating that the oath had taken effect - it promised that the other party would not do anything to harm the wizard in the territory of the American magical world, otherwise the guarantor would be responsible.

"Welcome." The wizard and his companions finally made way.

Three small entry certificates were spit out from the white-headed sea eagle's mouth, and the tall wizard took them off and posted them on the record table that was suspended in the air.

"We must check it carefully. If it weren't for your guarantee and Dumbledore, we might not be able to submit the work." He said embarrassedly after the procedure. "There are too many wizards in Europe recently ran here. Last week, Auror caught three suspicious people here, one of which was later confirmed to be a Death Eater."

Harry nodded in a calm expression.

They walked out of the teleportation room and saw an extremely spacious hall in front of them. The five-story Magic France Society building was clearly visible, and there were wizards walking in a hurry on each floor opposite.

Harry took the negotiation documents given to him by Hermione, and went to the International Magic Affairs Department upstairs from the elevator on the left to make a handover. Diana was waiting in place with interest, while Freya looked around the circular corridor and looked at various images and introductions hanging on the wall. Magic France would considerately arrange these huge portraits in chronological order, and make sure to give every wizard entering the country the most shocking feeling. She went around half a circle and stopped in front of a portrait of a wizard. The wizard in the painting was dressed in a delicate clothes, calm and handsome face, and he was sitting on a genuine leather sofa with his hands spread out.

"Pasival Graves, formerly the Minister of Security of the Magical French Society," the portrait reads.

To his left is a female portrait, with the female speaker wearing a headscarf looking solemn and majestic.

"Serafina Pickery, formerly the Speaker of the American Magic France, graduated from the Ifamoni School of Magic and Witchcraft. During her tenure, she has made great achievements." This is her matching word.

But what attracted Freya's attention was that in these two giant portraits, except for their own image and ordinary things in the background, it seemed that a huge shadow was drawn in the corner.

She leaned closer, trying to identify what the moving black mist was. Suddenly a sound rang, scaring her torment.

"Silently, it's so cool, isn't it?"

Freya turned around and saw little Green looking at her with a completely new look.

"Are you a wizard?" The gloomy face of the past was a little surprised, "But Mom said you don't have the breath of magic."

"It's just a coincidence," Freya said, "I came with a friend."

"What friend can bring Muggles into the Demon French Society," said Little Green suspiciously. "It has been more than a month since the Demon French Society issued the highest martial law order." Her eyes wandered around, as if she wanted to pull out this powerful friend.

Just as Freya was about to speak, Little Green was excited somehow, his eyes lit up like a starry sky that was pushing away the dark clouds.

"It's not Harry Potter," she said, "I heard that the Savior is here today."

"Do you know him?" Freya asked.

"Are you kidding?" said Little Green, who now looks much more lively, but seems to be a little too lively. "Who doesn't know Harry Potter? Ginny Fra is the lucky woman in the world."

"Do you like Harry Potter?"

"He is my idol! I have a full set of Harry Potter's picture albums." Little Green said, looking up and down Freya, and blew out of her nose. "Don't think you can get close to Harry doing whatever he wants. Needless to say, Ginny Fra like you, is not competitive with other witches around the world. Let's take a look."

She left this sentence with pride and proudly, leaving Freya and Diana who had just walked over to look at each other.

Freya's eyebrows were about to fly to the ceiling.

"Do you think I'm old, Diana?" Freya asked.

"Don't say that," the Amazons reluctantly held back their smiles. "Most of the time I think you're still a sweetheart."

"Did she just say I'm not competitive?" Freya confirmed again, "No competitiveness?"

"In my opinion, there is no better girl in the world than you." Diana assured her.

"Thank you," Freya said sincerely, "You have helped me a lot, baby."

As Harry walked down the stairs a few minutes later, he saw two new friends staring at him with strange eyes, and pausing on the stairs for several seconds in fear.

"It turns out that we have been dealing with a global wizard idol." Freya suddenly spoke.

Diana nodded with emotion.

"What?" Harry asked, the only answer he got was a smile.

The Savior made up his mind not to care about the changing ideas of the ladies. "The documents have been handed over, and the werewolf will be transferred to the British Ministry of Magic in the near future. Didn't he mean to visit the person who can control the time? Let's go."

They walked out of the American Magic France Association and were like passing through a thin film, and instantly came to the busy streets.

Harry blinked and asked Diana: "Do you know the way?"

“The location of the Holy Holy place is unknown to ordinary people. Last time I went in, there was someone leading it,” Diana said. “But we can find a place to have a coffee first and wait for me to send a text message to the people who can lead the way. He is now working in the Holy Holy Holy Holy in New York.”

"Send it...wait," Freya said, "send a text?!"

"Did the wizard leave a deep impression on you?" Diana smiled. "I have lived in Kamataj for a few months. I dare say the wifi signal there is better than at home. Although these wizards are also exploring magic, they are much more modern than wizards."

Freya glanced secretly at Harry and found him pretending to be looking around.

After sitting in a coffee shop on the street for more than half an hour, a classic car that looked a little old was parked in front of them. A chubby man was sitting in the driver's seat. If he hadn't known his identity in advance, Freya would have said that he looked like a master who killed fish in a Chinese restaurant downstairs.

"King." Diana greeted after they got into the car.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror: "Diana, how many years have you been? If I hadn't sent messages to each other every time I changed my numbers, I would have thought you would have forgotten us all."

"How could it be?" said the Amazon.

"I'm still holding a grudge. Kama Taj was so angry that he had let you get the Eye of Ago Motorcycle?" Lao Wang saw through her at a glance, "You have to remember what Master Gu Yi said to you. We can't play with time for personal gain."

Diana smiled but said nothing.

Lao Wang did not speak anymore, but drove the car at a too slow speed after saying hello to the other two.

"I've already taken two speeding tickets this month," he complained at a corner.

"You can think of a way." Diana said lazily.

"Never play with time for selfish desires." Lao Wang said this with a serious face. But Freya heard his murmur following him with a sharp ear - "Why don't they go to heaven for $600?"

The classic car stopped in an alley, Lao Wang parked the car into the locker, and everyone got out of the car.

"The entrance is here?" Freya asked in surprise.

She got a glimpse of "Don't be stupid". "How is it possible, the entrance needs a mage to open."

"Then why do you have to come here?" she was puzzled.

"Because this is a blind spot for surveillance." Lao Wang said as expected, his palms were raised and he drew circles in front of him. The rolling sparks emanated from his palms, becoming bigger and bigger, and finally built a passage. On the other side of the passage was a high gate. As the magic extended, the gate suddenly opened, revealing the shocking scene behind it.

Harry's eyes fluctuated.

The Holy Holy Place in New York is a little dim, and everyone will look at the window in front of them. It seems that all the light is concentrated in this area, the huge circular arch window looks real and illusory, and it is dazzling. Freya walked out of the circle and looked around and saw ancient patterns extending around, and strange magic props can be seen everywhere.

"I thought you would take me to see her directly." After standing still, Diana spoke.

Lao Wang's expression changed. "She has returned to the embrace of time."

"Mage Gu Yi passed away? Why didn't I hear any rumors?" Diana was shocked. "Mage Gu Yi's attainments have fallen to such a profound level. Who is the supreme mage now?"

Lao Wang was about to speak when a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"It's me."

The speaker floated down from above, his head fluttered. He had a beard, a little white in his temples, but his eyes were very sharp - it was Stephen Strange, who had been frustrated by a series of things that had happened recently.

"The Ancient Mage has fallen." He fell to the ground and spoke, "I am the current supreme Mage Stephen Strange. You can call me Dr. Strange."

"Doctor Strange." Freya couldn't help but smile, "It sounds like a powerful mage."

Strange shrugged without objection. When they shook hands, one corner of his red cloak was like the claws of a little octopus, and she couldn't help but touch Freya's arm. She touched the cloak friendly, but unexpectedly, the other party wrapped her hands around her, and tried her best to reach Diana's corner of her clothes, but ended up covering her master like a net bag.

The doctor who was still shaking just now suddenly staggered.

He quickly stood firm and his face remained unchanged.

"Bang!"
To be continued...