Chapter 345: The Swelling Curse
Orion said nothing. His brow knotted tight.
Manhattan he knew. An island off America's east coast, the Muggle financial center, part of New York.
MACUSA, the Magical Congress of the United States, Woolworth Building, all in the same area.
British Pure-blood families didn't pay much attention to American magical politics, but basic geography wasn't beyond them. The Blacks had holdings on the European continent; they weren't entirely ignorant of what lay across the water.
But the Manhattan Project?
What project?
He searched his memory. Nothing.
The wizarding world had little cause to associate with Manhattan. MACUSA had operated out of New York for over two hundred years, and occasionally news drifted over about legislative adjustments or elections.
But those were American wizards' affairs. Nothing to do with Britain.