New York City

We finally arrived at the airport. We were stopped 4 more times by different cops and all of them ended the same way. I didn't regret it. I save myself 30 minutes of driving. Naturally, We went to a secluded area where I took the time to store the entire car in my bracelet. I didn't ask for a big expansion space for nothing. It was big enough to fit several houses. I was surprised I didn't get charged more. But who am I to complain?

The flight from California to New York was about 5 hours and twenty minutes. Exiting the airport headed to an area away from prying eyes and released my car into the street. Alfred once again took the wheel while I sipped on coke with ice.

"Where are we going young master?" asked Alfred as he craned his neck to look at me.

"To the nearest 5-star hotel," I said casually. Alfred nodded and took out a brochure that was in the glovebox compartment in the passenger seat and looked at it. I had specifically bought one just for the hotel locations.

"Is the Ritz in central park to your taste?" asked Alfred while holding up the brochure.

"Yeah, that's fine." I nodded and continued to look out the window.

30 minutes later we arrived at the hotel. The traffic was horrendous here. At one-point pedestrians were walking quicker than we were moving. Even with Alfred's driving! It was simply ludicrous. I alighted the car and headed into the hotel to check-in before leaving 5 minutes later and hopping back into the car.

I asked Alfred about the magical district back in Seattle since I wanted to buy my stuff for school there but he informed me of a surprising truth. The magical district I had visited was the only one in America. The thing was, it wasn't located in Seattle per se. No, the brick wall was a teleportation device that bridged the gap between two places. So you think that it's just behind a simple wall.

The magical district like the one in England had dozens of entry points. Why didn't I assume it was the same here? But that wasn't the important part. One of those entry points was in NYC. And it was located in times square. The statue of George. M. Cohan was the entry point. It was like the pillars at king's cross station. You would walk into it and be teleported into a set location in the magical district.

And since there was a gateway here in NYC I decided to use it. it made no difference buying my stuff here as opposed to in Seattle. I simply decided to buy it here on a whim. A mistake I must admit. seattle's gateway was much less crowded.

"Alfred, let's got to times square on foot. There's no point in driving in this chaotic city." I said while shaking my head and got out of the car.

"As you wish young master." He said while bowing.

"You don't need to keep bowing Alfred. It's uncomfortable. A simple nod of the head is more than enough."

"If that is what you wish for then I will do so." He was about to bow again but froze mid-way and nodded awkwardly. I sighed slightly. It took us several minutes to reach times square. There were thousands of people here walking in every direction. It looked like an ant nest.

I simply walked towards the first statue I saw and attempted to walk through it only to smash my head into solid rock. I looked up to see the monument of a dude riding a horse. And beneath it was a massive slab of sand-coloured rock.

"Fuck me. That hurt." I then looked around and saw another statue off in the distance peeking its head out from amongst the public.

"I got the wrong one, didn't I?" I asked self-mockingly. When I arrived at the other statue I gently but discretely pressed my hand against it and immediately it went through. I sighed in relief and walk through it quickly.

But as soon as I walked through, I ran into a man who was reading the newspaper while he walked. We both fell to the floor.

"Oi kid what's your problem? Do you not have eyes idiot?" asked the man as he flared up. His fat belly was stopping him from getting up.

"Sorry Humpty, didn't see you there." I joked and extended a hand out to help.

"W-What did you just call me? Do you know who I am?" he bellowed. His face was red like a tomato.

"Nah man, I don't have a clue and if I'm being honest, I don't really care either," I said truthfully with a shrug. I retracted my hand and walked away before he could respond. No one can blame me for simply walking into someone. Humpty was just being a dick about it.

I walked around aimlessly and soon got frustrated. I couldn't find any of the stores I needed to find. I walked towards one of the shops and walked in. It was white and black and inside a massive array of wands could be seen. It seems that this was where people got their wands from.

The sound of a bell echoed through the store as I opened the door. An old woman walked out from behind a shelf and stood behind the desk.

"Oh? what do we have here? How may I help you young man?" she asked.

"I need some help. I just arrived from England a couple of weeks ago. I am transferring from Hogwarts to Ilvermorny and I just received my letter of acceptance in the mail a week ago. I'm here to buy everything that's needed but I can't seem to find any of the stores." I said truthfully.

It seemed that Dumbledore wasn't that much of a prick after all. I had asked him for this small favour before I left the school. He was surprised to hear I was transferring. He smiled after I told him everything. I was sure he would throw a party after I left. But he seemed dejected after I told him it was only for half a year. That old goat is annoying. But he did promise to help me with it.

"Hogwarts ay? So, you're from England. What brings you all the way over here?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She looked very intrigued.

"I heard it was one of the best magical schools in the world. I thought I would decide that for myself. I also wanted to see what the big deal was with America. Not gonna lie, a bit disappointed so far. I can only hope the school isn't all talk and no game." I said casually. The old lady looked at me with wide eyes before bursting into a fit of laughter.