All things are three at Hogwarts

Among the chaotic crowd, there were many people running away like Professor Flitwick and Allen.

Professor Flitwick's short stature was at a disadvantage at this time. If he wasn't careful, he might be knocked down by the panicked crowd. Although Allen was no more than a child now, he still held onto Professor Flitwick's hand tightly and used his height advantage over Flitwick to quickly evacuate with the flow of people.

Some wizards in uniform black robes hurriedly passed by Allen and the others, running in the opposite direction.

Allen could tell at a glance that the wizard in the middle was none other than William Picquery, the president of the Magical Congress of America. His huge photo hung in the hall, and Allen was deeply impressed by his sharp, hawk-like eyes.

For MACUSA, the first priority is to catch the escaped death row prisoners and capture the escaping magical animals. Blocking the site was definitely not on their radar. Because the fight between wizards is so powerful, it is definitely not a good idea to trap so many wizards in the building. Instead, everyone evacuates on their own, which can more effectively reduce casualties.

Before leaving the foyer, Alan glanced specifically at the dial that represented the threat level of magic exposure. The dial's pointer pointed to serious: unexplainable serious situation.

Fortunately, Allen and the others left the Woolworth Building and evacuated along Broadway.

Suddenly, a series of earth-shattering sounds came from behind, and people's screams and wailings resounded throughout the space. Everyone turned to look for the source of the sound, which was the Woolworth Building, the ornately carved and towering skyscraper that stood on the street.

A wall of the building cracked, and the rubble on the ground began to shake, as if experiencing an earthquake, and then exploded, breaking away from the building and rushing forward in the middle of the street. The movements were fierce and rapid - people and vehicles were sent flying.

After a while, a group of Aurors apparated onto the street, waving their wands in their hands and casting Oblivion and Confusion Charms on the approaching police and citizens.

"Oops! We have to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible!" Professor Flitwick took Allen's arm and apparated away.

In a blink of an eye, they came to a long street lined with similar brownstones, one of which was reduced to rubble.

Someone was shouting and someone was evacuating the building in a hurry. A policeman stood in the middle of the crowd, being harassed by disgruntled residents.

"Hey - hey - be quiet! I'm taking notes for the witness..." Mr. Police yelled impatiently.

"...I tell you, this is a terrorist attack! Someone must have planted a bomb! I will not take the child back unless it is safe." A woman wearing bright red pajamas waved her arms, looking excited.

The policeman shrugged, dismissing the woman's suspicions. "Sorry, ma'am - we haven't received any intelligence to prove this is man-made..."

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

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

"——An attack is a terrorist attack!" The middle-aged man suddenly changed his mind, "A farmer modified a tractor and went on a rampage! I heard it crushed seven cars!"

People around him agreed with him. "An attack... is an attack!"

Professor Flitwick led Alan past the crowd and into a narrow alley at the back.

"It is the responsibility of each of us wizards to keep the secrets of the magical world and prevent the magical world from being exposed to Muggles." Professor Flitwick couldn't help but speak when he saw that Allen did not respond to his spell. He said the lines he had just prepared directly.

Although Allen actually had reservations about hiding the wizarding world, he did not show it at all. "I wonder what kind of creature is so destructive?" He compared the magical creatures he knew one by one, but he didn't have the slightest clue what could cause it. There are too many creatures that can do such damage. For example, the birds and snakes in Allen's pet space can do it.

A small blue animal suddenly buzzed over their heads, and Alan suddenly understood why the big roulette wheel of MACUSA pointed to serious: unexplainable serious situations.

In a short period of time, Allen has encountered three magical creatures: Motla rats, unidentified creatures with powerful destructive power, and the Billywig bug.

The little blue insect with helicopter-like wings that just flew by is the Billywig Bug! The Billywig is an insect native to Australia that appears in New York, most likely escaping from MACUSA.

The Billywig is so agile that not only are Muggles rarely aware of it, but wizards are also less likely to spot it unless they are stung by it.

But for Allen, who has keen senses, the sound of the Billywig flying in this remote and quiet alley was very obvious.

"There are so many cobwebs!" Allen quickly pulled out his wand and pointed, and an extremely fine spider web instantly appeared in front of the Billywig. The Billywig couldn't avoid it and was wrapped into a cocoon and flew into the Ai. In Lun's hands.

"What is that?" Professor Flitwick noticed Allen's movements and asked doubtfully.

"Billywig." Alan handed the heavy cocoon to Professor Flitwick.

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

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

"You still teach well, Professor." Allen blinked, but what he was thinking about was - he would never eat Zizi Bee Candies in the future!

Flitwick nodded happily after hearing this. After waiting for a while, he said to Allen, "It's almost there. Let's go back to the Capitol and 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 together to discuss this major emergency.

Among them was Professor Flitwick's old friend Leonard, whose face was covered in scars at the moment. Also present was Chairman William Picquery, the Chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

"The problems exposed by this emergency are very serious. Why did our Auror arrive so late? Why did the prisoners who should have been executed immediately escape? Why - all the illegal immigrants who had been properly placed were released Let's go?" Chairman Picquery glanced majestically at the audience. All the senior Aurors present lowered their heads and did not dare to make eye contact with the Chairman.