some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 935 Enough to destroy the magical power of New York

United States,

Magic Congress Building.

William didn't expect that not long after leaving, he came back here again.

However, he has also changed, from Professor Ilvermorny who "looks like Stark" to a brave man who "captures the leader of the scavengers".

Although the leader was young and looked like a child, no one would really treat him as a child because of his ability to bewitch.

William and Hermione sat in the interrogation room, with Auror guards at the door.

William casts a spell that muffles the sound, preventing the Aurors from eavesdropping.

Then he talked to Hermione about what Tom had told him just now.

Leaving aside the purpose of Tom's going to prison, Hermione is more concerned about the so-called... "Magic World Exposure Project".

"Magic power enough to destroy New York in an instant?" Hermione hesitated. "Is there such a powerful magic?"

If it was a Muggle nuclear bomb, she would still believe it, but magical power...

"Back then, Grindelwald cast a Fierce Fire Curse and almost destroyed Paris." William whispered.

"But at the end of the day, it's Grindelwald who is powerful, not Fiendfliner.

For any wizard to use Fierce Fire Curse to destroy the entire neighborhood, that would be considered powerful. "

What William means is obvious:

He didn't think there were any wizards of Grindelwald's level in the small Cleaners organization.

Such a genius comes once in a hundred years.

If there really is such an existence among the purgers, there is no need to hide it at all, just raise the banner and start stirring up trouble in the United States.

So, what does Tom mean by the magic power that "can destroy New York in an instant"?
The discussion between the two failed, and the interrogation next door has ended.

The head of the Auror Office, Pete Picquery, entered the interrogation room.

That's right, this man is Meira Picquery's own father.

Meera just said hello several times... With this relationship, it is impossible for William and Hermione to be made things difficult.

It is even more impossible to be caught by Grindelwald pretending to be Graves when he came to New York for the first time like Newt, and then tried.

I still have to be asked jealously:
"Why does Dumbledore like you so much?"

However, if Pete really wanted to ask, then he might have to ask:
"Why does my daughter Mela like you so much?!"

Pete didn't ask after all, he looked at the two of them and said:

"Thank you two for catching that wizard, he is very dangerous."

William nodded humbly, thinking it was a trivial matter.

Pete looked at William and said cautiously:

"Do you know where he came from, Professor? Is he a student of Ilvermorny?"

William shook his head and said, "No, I remember all the students in the school, but definitely not him."

Pete sighed, he didn't think this kind of existence... would be a student.

But that's where the thread ends.

It is true that veritaserum can be used, but it is not a cure-all.

Otherwise, when Grindelwald was arrested, he could get all the secrets from him.

The fact is that skilled Occlumency users can resist the effects of Veritaserum and tell lies.

"However..." William said suddenly: "I suggest you negotiate with Hogwarts.

Those wonderful and powerful students are generally cultivated by Hogwarts.

Look at Dumbledore, Voldemort, Newt Scamander..."

Pete: "..."

Good guy... Sure enough, colleagues are enemies.

This began to spare no effort to blacken Hogwarts.

"Are you going to send him to jail?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Yes, he will be imprisoned, miss." Pete assured:

"He's going to be in an Appalachian prison and never get out."

Back then, the Magic Congress settled for the first time in the Appalachian Mountains and built defensive buildings.

But due to the poor location, the Magic Congress decided to move again.

And that old site couldn't just be abandoned, so the waste was reused and transformed into a magic prison.

But since Pete wanted to throw Tom in prison, his plan basically succeeded.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from the door, and Meera ran over.

Pete narrowed his eyes and said sternly:

"Miss Picquery, how many times have I said, don't rush in during the trial.

You are not an Auror in the Auror Office now, you are in the Magic Security Office..."

But Meera looked a little flustered, she stammered and interrupted:

"Dad, Lucas...is missing."

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in the huge room,

A man walked in.

Carrying the latest prey, he walked towards the study, and finally stopped in front of the large oil painting of "Salem Witch Trials".

There are twenty girls on the oil painting, who are being judged, and even the fear on their faces is vivid.

He stood there and admired it for a long time, every expression made him feel happy.

After an unknown amount of time, the man stretched out his palm and tapped his wand on the right side of the large picture frame.

The painting turns into the wall and moves around a central pivot like a revolving door.

Secret door!

The prey writhed desperately, but the man's hands grabbed the prey like pliers and stepped into the dark room behind the canvas.

The room looked unremarkable: bookshelves, tables, chairs, and odds and ends.

However, here, it is only a small part of the darkroom.

There is also a considerable space, separated by his traceless stretching spell, which is dedicated to storing prey.

Those small cages were specially arranged with defensive magic to prevent the prey from escaping.

After putting the newly caught prey into the cage, the man continued to make "weapons".

He took a prey that had been stored for many days out of the cage and trapped it on the operating table with magic.

After a period of training, this prey has completed the necessary conditions for the breeding ground:

Full of despair, fear, and... hatred.

Not bad, not bad eyes.

The man smiled with satisfaction.

This means... the prey can accept "transformation".

After cleaning his hands, he began to make preparations.

Two bottles of special potion reagents:

One bottle is a potion for pain; the other bottle is a potion for arousing the hatred of prey.

A quill made of crow feathers, a silver tray, and three dimly lit candles arranged around a copper bowl.

An inch of liquid was contained in a small bowl of pure copper.

The blood of unicorns.

Blood is the color of silver and white.

Everything was ready, and he displayed all these essentials on a side table.

The man went to the shelf, took down an ivory box, and returned to the side table to put it among the other items.

He opened the lid and admired the "treasures" inside.

It is by far the most powerful force in the wizarding world:

It was a small black oily mass that throbbed, swirled, hissed rhythmically, and released a turbulent energy.

The man looked at it obsessively, but unfortunately, he could use this power, but he couldn't really grasp it.

But there's no need to be demanding, even if it's just that, it's enough for him to destroy New York and expose the wizarding world.

He put the mass of matter on a piece of thick vellum.

This unicorn calf was skinned from a dead unicorn with his own hands.

According to the method developed by that person, the unicorn must die purely and naturally without any killing.

Only this kind of thing can store that mass of black matter.

The man finally raised his wand and began to murmur a spell, and the mass of black matter appeared on the forehead of the prey.

He is very proficient at this set of training techniques, and it only takes a few days to catalyze a group of powerful "forces" again.

Under the special blue light in the basement, everything looked so orderly and scary.

After the spell was over, he carefully poured the silver-white to black-red blood into a glass bottle.

The man picked up the quill, pressed his left hand on the vellum, dipped the tip of the pen in blood, and carefully touched the forehead of the prey.

The prey trembled violently and let out a horrified roar, as if it was in great pain.

And the mass of black matter also slowly entered the opponent's body.

Soon, the prey stopped shaking, and the black substance seemed to fill his chest cavity.

The man smiled with satisfaction.

He has made many of these weapons.

Once these powerful magical powers erupt completely... they can instantly destroy the Magic Congress and the entire New York City.

The man threw the prey back into the cage again, and he sat on the chair, somewhat idle.

He was thinking about the whole plan, whether there were any mistakes or omissions.

Since the news just came that the person had been arrested, the plan was at risk of being exposed at any time.

It's time for him to pick up the pace.

Sitting at the table, the man thought to himself:

"One day wizards will appreciate my efforts, and Muggles will thank me for what I have done.

I am the savior.

I am a god.

I am the gateway to the post-wizard world. "

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(End of this chapter)