Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 In the chaotic crowd, there are many people running out like Professor Flitwick and Allen.

　　 Professor Flitwick's short stature is very unfavorable at this time. If he is not paying attention, he may be knocked down by the panicked crowd. Although Allen is only a child now, he still held Professor Flitwick's hand tightly and quickly evacuated with the flow of people by taking advantage of his better height than Flitwick.

　　 Some wizards in uniform black robes hurriedly passed Ellen and the others, rushing in the opposite direction.

　　 Allen could tell at a glance that the wizard in the middle was the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States-William Piqueley. His huge photo was hanging in the hall, and Allen was impressed by his eagle-like eyes.

　　For the Magical Congress of the United States, the first priority is to catch the escaped prisoners and catch the escaped magical animals. Blocking the scene is definitely not within their consideration. Because the struggle between wizards is so powerful, it is definitely not a good idea to have so many wizards trapped in the building. Instead, everyone evacuated on their own, which can more effectively reduce casualties.

　　 Before leaving the hall, Allen took a special look at the turntable that represented the threat level of magic exposure. The pointer of the turntable pointed to the serious: unexplainable serious situation.

　　Allen and the others left the Woolworth Building fortunately, and evacuated far away along Broadway.

　　 Suddenly, there was a series of earth-shattering noises from behind, and people's screams and wailing sounded through this space. All of them turned their heads to look for the source of the sound. It was the Woolworth Building, the gorgeously carved and towering skyscraper that stood on the street before.

　　 One of the walls of the building cracked, and the rubble on the ground began to tremble, like an earthquake, and then exploded suddenly, separated from the building, and rushed forward in the middle of the street. The action was fierce and rush-people and vehicles were knocked into flight.

　　 After a while, a group of Auror Apparitions moved into the street, waving their wands, and casting an oblivion curse and a confusion curse on the police and people who came.

　　 "Oops! We have to get out of this place of right and wrong!" Professor Flitwick took Allen's arm and apparated.

　　 In a blink of an eye, they came to a long street with similar brownstone houses on both sides, one of which had been turned into shattered bricks.

　　 Someone was shouting, and someone evacuated from the building in a hurry. A policeman stood in the middle of the crowd, entangled by complaining residents.

　　 "Hey--hey--all quiet! I'm making a transcript for the witness..." Mr. Police yelled impatiently.

　　 "...I'm telling you, this is a terrorist attack! Someone must have planted a bomb! I won't take the child back unless it's safe." A woman in bright red pajamas waved her arm with excitement.

　　 The policeman shrugged, disapproving of the woman's guess. "Sorry, ma'am-we have not received any information to prove that this is man-made..."

　　 "It's not a terrorist attack—hey, police officer, I saw it!—it's a giant dragon!" said a drunk middle-aged man triumphantly.

　　 Professor Flitwick drew his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at the middle-aged man.

　　 "——Attack is a terrorist attack!" The middle-aged man suddenly changed his words, "A farmer remodeled a tractor and was running rampage! I heard that seven cars were squashed!"

　　The people around him agreed with him. "An attack... is an attack!"

　　Professor Flitwick led Allen past the crowd, and walked into a narrow alley behind.

"Keeping the secrets of the magical world and not letting the magical world be exposed to Muggles is the responsibility of each of our wizards." Professor Flitwick saw that Allen did not respond to his spell, so he couldn't help but speak. Speak out the lines just prepared.

Although Alan actually had reservations about the practice of hiding the wizarding world, he did not show it at all, "I don't know what kind of creature has such destructive power?" Compare the magical creatures he knows one by one, but there is no clue that can cause There are too many creatures that destroy this way. For example, the bird and snake in Allen's pet space can do it.

　　 A small blue animal flew over their heads suddenly, and Allen suddenly understood why the big roulette of the Magic Congress of the United States was pointing to a serious situation: an unexplainable serious situation.

　　 Within a short period of time, Alan has encountered three kinds of magical creatures: Motra Rat, Unidentified creatures with powerful destructive power, and Billy Wiggs.

　　 The little blue insect with helicopter-like wings that flew past is the Billy Wiggle! Billy Weige is a native Australian insect that appeared in New York and most likely escaped from the Magical Congress of the United States before.

　　 Billy Wigg is very agile, not only Muggles rarely pay attention to it, but also wizards rarely find it unless it is stung.

　　 But for Allen, who has five keen senses, ~www.NovelMTL.com~, in this secluded and quiet alley, the sound of Billy Wigg's flying is very obvious.

"Cobwebs are heavy!" Allen quickly drew out his wand and pointed to it. An extremely fine spider web appeared right in front of the Billy Wig insect. The Billy Wig insect couldn't avoid it, and was wrapped in a cocoon and flew into Ai. Lun's hands.

　　 "What's that?" Professor Flitwick found Allen's movements and asked suspiciously.

　　 "Billywig bug." Allen handed the heavy cocoon to Professor Flitwick.

　　 "Their stings are one of the raw materials for Zizi Bee Candy!" Professor Flitwick took the cocoon and looked at it.

　　 "It's a good spell." The professor looked relieved, "Leonard should be very happy to see this."

　　 "You still teach well, Professor." Allen blinked, but what he thought in his heart was-I will never eat Bee Candy in the future!

Flitwick nodded happily when he heard the words, and waited for a while before he said to Allen, "It's almost done, we're going back to Congress to have a look." Such a long time is enough for the American Aurors to clean up. Endgame!

　　 Indeed, after the prison robbery, a group of high-level Aurors from the Magic Congress gathered to discuss this major emergency.

　　 Among them was Leonard, an old friend of Professor Flitwick. His face was bruised at the moment, and Chairman William Piqueley, Chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States was present.

"The problem exposed by this emergency incident is very serious. Why is our Auror so late? Why can prisoners who should be executed immediately escape their lives? Why—the illegally imported creatures that have been properly placed will be released. Go?" Chairman Piqueley scanned the audience majesticly. All the senior Aurors present bowed their heads, not daring to make contact with the Chairman's eyes.