curse the world at hogwarts

Sessions, the current director of the investigation, is troubled.

As one of the few people in the United States who understands the magical world, he is full of resistance to his involvement in this incident.

Isn’t that Rhine Lyle a great person?

Why don't you bring this matter to the CIA?

Of course, he certainly didn't remember how excited he was when he heard that he could keep some of the dirty money for the bureau when the original target was just the Addams family.

"Scatter the people away! Dig three feet of ground for me within a radius of ten kilometers, no, thirty kilometers!"

Director Sessions barked into the phone.

"Where are those mysterious guys? Don't they know how to do tricks? Let them help!"

After finishing his incompetent rant, Sessions threw the phone aside, lit a cigar, and walked to the window to try to calm down.

In recent years, with the increasingly fierce struggle in Washington, his position has become like an autumn leaf swaying in the angry sea, and he feels quite precarious.

I originally thought that what was happening in front of me would at best remain a dark side battle in the mysterious realm. Who knows...

The shocking explosion of Adams Manor completely attracted the attention of Americans who were well-fed, drunk, and idle in this golden age that sucked up the blood of Big Brother.

"I want to write a report!"

Sessions took a fierce sip, but the depression in his heart lingered no matter what.

"Director..." A close confidant knocked on the door and came in, "The man on the seventh floor requested an emergency meeting."

Everything in Harry Potter is seven, and the seventh floor is where the Magic Congress staff are stationed. There are also various mysterious research offices around which people steal salaries and squander funds on a daily basis.

As soon as he heard this, Sessions felt an unknown fire burning in his heart!

"Open what?"

"What are you driving when everyone is out?"

"Aren't those people from their world?"

"They can't find it. Where can I, a normal human being, find it?"

Sessions sprayed so hard that his cronies were afraid to breathe, and his fat face turned red and distorted.

"Are you here with me? Huh?"

Sessions looked like he didn't dare to criticize the wizard, but he dared to show ridicule to his subordinates.

"In my building in Quantico! Hidden within us! Right?"

Just when Sessions was frantically planting a flag on his own head, the subordinate in front of him suddenly froze there, looking out the window with his unfocused eyes.

"boom--!"

The entire Quantico headquarters building suddenly shook like an earthquake.

Sessions stood on the desk with a stunned look on his face, stretched out his severed hands and feet to support his body, and looked out the window with trembling eyes in disbelief.

Black smoke was seen billowing from the floors below, and people's screams and gunshots were heard outside the building.

"Under attack? Quantico? How is that possible?"

However, just as he was planting the flag again, a huge sound suddenly obscured the black smoke in the sky outside the narrow window.

The huge lizard head with a bird's beak, the fleshy wings that were like a bat but were less than half a floor wide, the long tail with scales and barbs that caused a swarm of wailing figures to fly around...

Sessions’ pupils suddenly shrank!

"dragon?!!"

Then, he made the wisest decision in his life, which was so poor that he didn't even have a Chinese translation, and the record was so empty that he insulted his predecessor, Edgar Hoover.

"Quick! Take refuge in the underground space!"

While running out with his cronies, Sessions slapped himself in the face.

"Call you cheap!"

……

Since its establishment, the FBI headquarters in Quantico has encountered an unprecedented crisis.

A red western dragon that surpassed the cognition of the scientifically minded detectives suddenly rushed out of their building and tried to fly to the outside.

What makes them even more paralyzed is that a group of mysterious department members who used to squat on the seventh floor and were ridiculed by them as "trash", "paranoia" and "salary thieves" suddenly stood up.

They took out small sticks, rode on big broomsticks, and flew into the sky with a "whoosh" sound, throwing colorful beams of light at the dragon.

This is so magical!

But this is so un-FBI!

In the midst of the panic, there was only a tall, honest-looking agent with a square face, hiding behind the broken wall, carefully observing the battle in the air.

His whole body was excited and he kept mumbling to himself.

"Yes Yes!"

"I knew they were hiding something from me!"

"Not just UFOs, not just urban legends, but magic!"

"Samantha...I found it, I found a way to take you home!"

Suddenly, a Mediterranean force pulled him back, barely avoiding a falling wall.

"Mulder, are you crazy?"

"No."

The agent known as "Mulder" laughed.

"I have never been so awake in my life!"

Rhine didn't know it yet, but he had unexpectedly attracted the attention of another son of the plane. Instead, he was waving his wand and beating the MAC Aurors to pieces.

"Stay steady! Gomez! No one will save you if you fall!"

Gomez Adams was completely released at this moment. He tied himself to the tail of Sophia, the Norwegian Ridgeback, and attacked every Auror who approached from behind with a wand and a sword in one hand.

"I'm fine! I can still kill!"

In the past, he seemed innocent and sunny, but the extremely cruel real world outside Adams Manor gave him a hard slap in the face.

Today, Gomes finally got to spit out this bad breath!

"Watch out below!"

Morticia's reminder came from Sophia's back. She was standing on the dragon's back in a black robe, supporting a huge protective shield.

And the person she reminded was Lain who was clinging to Sophia's weakest abdomen.

Rhine suddenly became alert and waved the wand in his hand, creating a circle of shadowless sharp edges and knocking back all the Aurors who tried to attack the soft flesh of Sophia's abdomen.

It wouldn't be a big deal if flesh and blood flew everywhere, but Shen Feng Wuying couldn't be stopped by a flying broomstick.

What's more, he has never stopped learning Quirrell Voldemort's version of the Disruption Spell. Morticia's protection is not mainly aimed at the enemy, but rather the surrounding sky, which is constantly disrupted by Rhine's magic.

Clarice Starling never dreamed that she had accidentally brought Rhine back to Quantico and had completely nailed this "criminal".

But it was precisely this dark place under the lamp that gave Rhine the most shocking and most eccentric opportunity to escape.

Compared to the unpredictable situation of Adams Manor, Quantico's magical protection can only be called...

Comprehensive, but only protective.

As the Auror formation was dispersed, Sophia was completely deserted.

With Rhine's weak protection, Morticia's comprehensive defense, and Gomez's wandering formation, several Black Hawk helicopters raised by Quantico were taken away by its dragon's breath before they reached the attack airspace.

Beautiful fireworks exploded in the sky over Quantico.

Unfortunately, no one saw it except the detectives who had no intention of enjoying the fireworks.

"Chichichichichichi—!"

In a series of sneers that tore apart the space, a group of Magic Congress reinforcements appeared in the Quantico compound as if they had been beaten out by farts.

However, they only saw a small black dot flying away in the sky...

And the land is full of chaos and grief.