Things are going too hard.

It's like the endless rain in the sky, which has been raining for two days, but it has no intention of stopping.

The next day...

Another morning of obnoxious quarrels.

It wasn't until late afternoon that a startling news came from the Magic Congress.

The core information of the silent one was snatched away.

Hiss...

The investigation team, who had just heard the news, almost burst out laughing.

What a excuse.

If you don't want to hand it over to us for investigation, you say you don't want to, who are you trying to deceive with this whole play!

Until, at 2:18 p.m., in the heart of New York, after a thunderclap in Manhattan, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Boom!"

The sound of a huge bombing echoed through the sky, followed by screams and screams, and billowing smoke drifted higher and higher in the wind, which could be seen throughout New York.

"Oh my God!"

The Woolworths Building is located in the heart of downtown Manhattan, and they naturally felt the ground shake when it exploded.

...

At this time, the Aurors, who were patrolling the neighborhood on a daily basis, hurriedly sent an emergency alert to the headquarters.

"We've been attacked!"

"We're under attack!!"

The Aurors present are all crazy!

Because the guy who made the explosion was a wizard.

Right under their noses.

The moment after the explosion, they all rushed over.

Because the wizard who made the explosion, when he waved his wand.

He even looked at them quite defiantly.

Unforgivable, this guy must be caught!

"Avada Lives !!"

The Aurors who rushed into the smoke could not care about the secrecy law, and directly cast a killing curse to kill them on the spot.

"Hahaha!"

"Eat the ashes!"

The murderer even left a taunt. Only then did the apparition flee the scene.

...

On the other side, in the Woolworth Building, both the American Aurors and the investigation team rushed to the scene of the incident as soon as possible.

Dumbledore, with a wave of his hand, the Elder Wand slowly dispersed the smoke and dust that obscured the sky.

"Oh! Oh my God! ”

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the scene after the explosion was truly revealed.

A large crater 60 meters long and 30 meters wide was blown out of the central street. The entire subsoil layer was blown to one side.

The surrounding buildings were razed to the ground.

Cars, billboards on the road, shards of concrete flew everywhere.

Cries and screams of terror echoed throughout the neighborhood.

The mother crouched on the ground digging into the soil, and underneath it was her buried child.

The father knelt on the ground, holding the mutilated flesh on the ground and wept bitterly.

Sirens and ambulances came from all directions, and the survivors fled the place.

At this moment, the old headmaster's expression was extremely ugly, his brows were tightly locked, and he was obviously angry.

At this moment, he waved his wand quickly, and a thick beam of light hit the ground, and then the gravitational pull of the area seemed to suddenly disappear, and all the debris, dirt, and poor buried people below slowly floated up.

"Help!" The old headmaster said bluntly.

Then the wizards on either side of him hurriedly took action, each holding a wand and starting to rescue the poor No-Maj.

...

The rescue and search at the scene lasted a full three hours.

But the riots did not stop at all, and the whole of New York was plunged into a crisis, with explosions heard from time to time.

None of the subsequent attacks were as severe as those in Manhattan.

But the constant small-scale attacks still made everyone busy and dizzy.

The Aurors of the Magic Congress have all received the order to kill, and all Aurors have the right to release the killing curse.

It's not just the Aurors, there are too many riots, the whole of New York is too big,

In this megacity of tens of millions of people, the Aurors are already busy.

Now even ordinary employees of Congress are being sent out.

The Syndicate's investigative team was also involved in the pursuit, as was the headmaster of Ilvermorny, Mr. Gilbert Fontana.

"Casualties in the Manhattan area are coming out."

Pedro, the headmaster of Castrobuscher's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Woolworth Building, walked over slowly.

"How?" Dumbledore asked.

Mr. Pedro handed Dumbledore a piece of paper.

"Two thousand?"

The cold numbers on the cold printing paper are truly shocking. There were 2,000 casualties, and 124 Muggles died directly.

With such heavy casualties, this is already the worst witch attack in hundreds of years.

"This is just a rough count, and now the Maji government is also counting, and they can give a lot more people than that." Mr. Pedro said coldly.

Such a wide range of casualties is unprecedented in the entire history of magic.

Today it must be remembered in history.

And just as the two were talking, suddenly an Auror stumbled over.

"Staten Island, attacked." The Auror took a deep breath and continued, "The Chairman hopes that you two will help us. ”

"Of course." Dumbledore agreed without even thinking about it.

"Wait, Albus!" Mr. Pedro suddenly stopped Dumbledore.

"Don't forget our work, although the situation is urgent, but the more this is the case, the more we have to be calm.

The remaining information of the Congress also needs to be protected, which concerns the Federation as a whole and the representatives of various countries. Mr. Pedro drew his wand and continued to the Auror, "I'll go with you. ”

"Albus, you stay."

"Good!" After much thought, Dumbledore finally relented, after all, he represented the Federation, and he could not let the direct evidence of the Silent Ones incident be snatched away.

Although most of it has been snatched away.

With that, Mr. Pedro followed the 'strange' Auror away.

...

Then the entire Woolworths building fell silent.

There was only the sound of the rain in my ears, and nothing else.

Dumbledore stood irritably on the top floor of the building, his 241-meter skyscraper allowing him to see most of New York.

The sky had gradually darkened.

And in the old principal's heart, the uneasiness is also constantly fermenting.

He could feel that there seemed to be a group of enemies in the shadows, and they were disciplined and systematically organized the incident.

He could even guess that the attacks that were out there were just a diversion from the Aurors. It's to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

But the problem is, he couldn't guess what those guys wanted.

Is it the information of the Silent One?

Wrong...

If you can snatch half of it, why not take the other half as well?

There must be something more important.

But what could it be?

What is so precious that they can be so mad.

...

"Oh! Mr. Philemon, how's that, how was it last night. ”

Central Park, New York.

Bilbom greeted him with a smile, patting Philemon on the shoulder as if they were brothers.

Yesterday at 7 o'clock, they agreed on the time. Philemon completed a small dress rehearsal with the help of Bilbohm.

If nothing else, it's going to be officially broadcast live today!!

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