Feathers are flying, the wind is howling, and those drifting clouds are gathering into the sky of Xiaohuijin District, constantly flipping and colliding.

Gradually, the black clouds were as turbulent as the waves in the ocean, and there seemed to contain infinite power, and only in the time of lightning did a ray of light draw a ray of light, sweeping away the dullness caused by the darkness. But after the lightning was followed by a rumbling thunder that seemed to roll overhead, and then exploded with a loud bang.

The dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and at the moment when the rumbling thunder dispersed into bursts of thunderbolts, the blue medicine was scattered in the dense clouds like arrows off the string, and in an instant, countless dazzling blue rays and dark clouds were mixed together, dyed into large blue clouds, and the thunderbolts were still clicking, which could not help but make people thrilled. The white rain fell from the sky, hitting the ground and crackling.

This vial of the Winged Demon's venom was sprinkled with a torrential rain, making the rain in this large area more dense with magic, and the dark sky flashed with electric light, and the rain poured down. And the group of Muggles below, they looked up at the sky, the majestic rain fell on them, their bad memories of tonight were washed away, and everyone went about their own thing as if nothing unusual had happened.

And when the rain fell, the wizards on the ground immediately began to act, these magical rain can wash away the memories of Muggles, but this venom that has passed through the hand has no effect on wizards at all, in the rain, the Aurors and those wizards who are good at building began to repair the Muggles' buildings and facilities that were damaged in the previous battle.

The parts of the cars, which were originally shattered, flew up from all over the place as if they were broken puzzle pieces, gathered together, and were repaired almost instantaneously. The bricks that fell from the walls flew back to their original positions in the air one by one, and the unsightly curved iron street lamps straightened up... One by one, the buildings were repaired, and the broken glass returned to the windows, restored to its original state, as a complete piece.

These Muggle buildings have no magic in their own right, and even the most severely damaged ones can be easily repaired by wizards, and only some buildings that have been damaged by cursed black magic can give them a little more effort.

The Aurors had stepped on their boots in the rain, but as elites, they could do what the wizards of construction could do, but the deep-pocketed umbrella invited some more professionals to come over and solve it quickly, and for some less difficult tasks such as repairing street lamps and wall restoration, the Aurors still raised their wands at the broken buildings and other facilities.

In the rain, the Muggle cops who were arriving forgot that they had received a report of a terrorist attack due to an anomalous incident, and after standing stupidly for a while, they looked at the pistol they had pulled out, checked the bullet, and stuffed it back into their holsters.

And even the Muggles who were not in the rain and were snooping in the room froze in place, forgetting what had just happened, a middle-aged male Muggle in the shower, staring under the faucet, a little confused, pausing to rub his hands on his back, but unable to remember what he had just wanted to do.

The wizards, who were particularly good at restorative magic, walked through the rain-soaked streets, waving their wands as if conducting a grand symphony. Building materials flew up from the ground like musical notes, and on the tall watchtowers, the stripping steel bars were restored to their original places, one by one. Those broken and twisted wrought iron balconies were restored to their original state. Those crumbling roofs, the bricks and tiles on them were repaired little by little. One of them, a wizard in a tall black wizard's hat, apparitioned into the badly damaged building, where the broken and twisted steel bars and stone beams were restored little by little, and the site was restored from a messy ruin to a well-organized construction site.

A Muggle security guard sat in the surveillance room, watching the cameras capture something, and in his eyes everything seemed to be normal and there was nothing wrong with it - but in reality, all the traces of wizarding and wizarding that had been and were recorded before and now were silently erased into images of normal Muggle life, and the footage and footage of the anomaly tonight captured by Muggle cameras, camcorders, and cameras, were all replaced by images of Muggles going about their normal lives. (Author's note: After Fantastic Beasts 1 and Hermione cast an Oblivion Charm on her parents, all traces of her life at home and photos of her and her parents disappeared, and the wizards of HP were far ahead of the wizards in other worlds in this regard.) ）

In addition to simple repairs, the Aurors also operated in sections, curing Muggles that had been injured by accidents, and Muggles who had unfortunately died, after making detailed records, were arranged as the scene of accidental deaths— Just like the previous house that was cursed by a thunderbolt explosion, a family of three without exception all died on the spot, and the Aurors arranged this place as a gas explosion, and there were many glass shards scattered on the floor of the kitchen, toilet and living room, and the kitchen and toilet doors were also shattered, and the Aurors even made the walls charred and blackened, and the whole scene was a mess.

In the park that Voldemort had ordered before, the clouds in the small Whitkin's area in the fierce storm in the distance began to become quiet, in the park, in this Muggle park, the existence of the three strongest wizards in the world in front of him made people look really out of place, and as the scene of the upcoming duel of the strongest wizards in the world, it also looked extremely lonely.

Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, sat alone on a wooden bench in a park that had been painted white, and there was a vacant area around him, and no one wanted to approach him, not even the Ministry of Magic staff who were setting up equipment, and would rather go around in a circle than pass in front of him.

The equipment for those live broadcasts has been basically set up at this time, and the staff of Wizard TV are taking the lead in debugging the signal and arranging a super strong iron shield to avoid being affected by the subsequent battle, and just now in that magical rainstorm, the signal of the live TV broadcast is not smooth due to the influence of magic, and there will be jamming, and after this rainstorm stops, it seems to be smoother.

Voldemort waited impatiently, but stubbornly respected the traditional matter of dueling, and he held his chin high to suppress the anger in his heart, his cold gaze fixed on the live equipment, vigilantly watching the actions of the wizards who installed the lanterns. With a grim face, he looked out of place in this warmly furnished little park.

Diagonally across from him, Hagrid had been ordered to leave, Dumbledore himself stood with Harry himself, Alan holding Hedwig's cage standing under the park under the mistletoe tree, stretching out his right hand to treat the owl's wounds, caressing Hedwig's wounds in the air, and those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, while Ankka, who was holding his shoulder with his left hand, kept reassuring it that he and the snowy owl were innocent just to treat it.

In order to reassure the Dark Lord, none of the Aurors present appeared, but the Dark Lord was very generous in Dumbledore's affairs, and he himself asked the greatest White Wizard to stay, saying that he wanted to get rid of Alan in front of him and then get rid of them - because Dumbledore, who was affected by the operation of the Order of the Phoenix, also had to stay at the scene, and knowing that the Operation of the Order of the Phoenix had been leaked, he also had to decide to let Harry stay in order to personally protect the prophesied savior.

When the treatment was finally finished, Alan beckoned Harry to come closer, and the silent Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort sitting in the distance, and finally let go of his hand on Harry's shoulder and trotted over.

"I'm sorry Harry, Ankka hasn't had much training and doesn't know how heavy his claws are. Alan glanced at the poor owl, which was a little sluggish, and despite the pain it had in many places, it had straightened up in its cage, and it looked like it wanted to protect Harry from the fierce-looking phoenix Anka.

"Don't say that!" Harry took the cage and quickly thanked Alan sincerely, "Alan, thanks to you for letting your phoenix shoot in time... Otherwise, Hedwig..."

"Don't worry, Harry, your childhood doesn't have to end so soon..."Alan said something that Harry didn't understand, and then looked at the backpack on Harry's body and saluted, "By the way, Harry, can I borrow a few things from you?"

"Of course it's no problem..."Harry put the Hedwig cage in his arms aside, although he knew that he had something that Alan needed, he quickly crouched down and unzipped his backpack, "Alan, what do you want?"

"Just borrow your glasses, scarf, school uniform, logo or something. ”