[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

The reporters surrounding Lydia's group felt the vibration from their feet and thought it was an earthquake, until one of the reporters turned his head and saw the rubble flying in mid-air.

More and more people saw this wonderful scene. Lydia looked at the shocked and admiring expressions on the faces of those people, and turned to look at the therapists who chose to stay behind her.

Every wizard knows the entire process of this first appearance. They have changed this scene over and over again, but when it actually happened before their eyes, they were much more excited than they imagined.

Those therapists looked up at the rapidly recovering building, proud of themselves and those younger generations—at this moment, they didn't care about the distinction between Hogwarts and Ilvermorny, let alone any college.

They are all just wizards.

Lydia is not a real wizard, but she can probably guess what these people are thinking, and there is no one who does not desire to live a bright and honest life.

She smiled slightly, slowly pulled out her wand from the robe, and broke the silence: "Let's start too."

She held the magic wand in her right hand and pressed it against her left shoulder. The white robe on her body gradually turned black, while the originally black side turned white bit by bit. The owner's new idea.

In less than five seconds, the robe on her body became exactly the same style as the seventh graders on the periphery.

Several therapists wept unknowingly. When they heard Lydia's voice, they lowered their heads and quickly wiped away their tears, turning their robes into black with white borders.

Lydia pretended not to notice, after everyone's robes changed color, she looked around these people and showed a smile: "Those kids did a good job, but we can't lose to them, otherwise it would be too much!" Disgraceful."

The therapists all laughed. Those who can go to St. Mungo's are basically top students in their school days. They are very good at learning both spells and potions. When they heard Lydia's words, they cheered up.

Lydia's wand didn't aim at a specific piece of rubble, but just pointed at the ruined area and said: "Reparo (restore as before)."

It's time for her last round of super-expensive magic power, but this time she paid five hundred dollars for high-priced magic power. Maybe because the output of magic power is relatively large this time, Lydia feels a warm breath coming from her body. Inside, it swam down her hand to her wand.

Her wand seemed to be rustling excitedly, and the stones in front of Lydia trembled a few times, as if awakened by something, they flew into the air and assembled pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. Half a building.

The therapists also helped, and they chanted a spell on the remaining broken stones, and quickly put together a complete building.

The building in the distance, which was put together by seventh graders, has also been completely restored. The blue glass on the upper floors is facing the sun, and it doesn't look like it was a few minutes ago.

Those seventh graders didn't come over to meet up, but continued to restore the next building.

The reporters were blown away. Because Lydia was blocked by the FBI, they couldn't break through. Many people flocked to the new seventh graders.

A reporter tried to talk to the black robe who was trying to recover the glass. The young man who was not strong enough was distracted, and the glass that was about to recover suddenly shattered to the ground again. He looked at the glass on the ground and turned to the direction of the reporter. .

The reporter was dumbfounded, without the wizard speaking, she automatically shut up.

So no one dared to disturb these black robes who were working hard, and it would not be fun for the stones on their heads to fall down again.

The magical power of a wizard increases with age, and it will not fail until near death. The adult wizards of St. Mungo's are much stronger than these seventh graders. The speed is much faster than those young wizards.

After repairing the building near them, the adult wizards began to move little by little towards the seventh grade.

The mentality of these reporters has completely changed from curiosity at the beginning to awe. When the high-rise buildings here were repaired and these wizards walked outside behind the FBI, no one dared to stop them and followed them in a mighty way. behind them.

When Lydia, who was walking in the front, was about to enter the subway station, a reporter finally couldn't help shouting: "Who the hell are you?!"

Lydia stopped, and as soon as she stopped, the wizards behind her also stopped.

She turned around and walked in front of the group of reporters. The red lips that were faintly exposed under the hood could tell that she was smiling. They couldn't see what the black robe in front of them looked like, but these reporters thought she must be very pretty. nice.

"We are wizards." Behind Lydia stood those real wizards, and the reporters in front of them were all boiling after hearing these words. Lydia smiled slightly and took out a card from the inside pocket of her robe. The business card was casually held between two fingers, and handed to the reporter closest to him.

The reporter's hands holding the camera were trembling. He looked at the two slender fingers and took the business card with both hands.

Lydia glanced at the group of reporters, and saw her old colleagues in the New York news inside, but she was wearing a hood, and the other party did not recognize her.

Lydia didn't say any more, she turned around before the reporters got excited, and walked into the subway station surrounded by the wizards.

Of course they didn't take the subway. What they needed was calmness after such a commotion. These wizards all apparated when they turned a corner.

The seventh graders still couldn't use this magic well, so they took out the card-shaped portkeys they had prepared in advance from the inside pockets of their robes, took a deep breath and squeezed them.

They returned to the large office rented by Lydia. Those wizards who had left earlier had already returned there. After hearing the unique sound of apparition, their eyes all focused on the open space in the center of the office. One wizard after another appeared there.

As soon as Lydia stood firm, she immediately untied the robe, and while hanging up the robe, she smiled at those who hadn't gone: "It's a pity that you are not here, this is the first time I saw those reporters who were dumbfounded." The expression—"

Everyone stared at Lydia without saying a word, Lydia stopped a bit strangely and looked at them: "What's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a heavy object was thrown on her back, and the little girl's cheerful voice rang in her ears: "Thank you! Lydia!"

Lydia turned her head slightly and saw the girl's face, one of the seventh years at Hogwarts.

Her movements seemed to turn on some switch, and the originally quiet room suddenly became lively. A group of people approached, surrounded Lydia in the middle and tried to hug her, but she was only one person after all, and she couldn't make everyone feel happy. She was all hugged, so several people picked her up and passed her in mid-air.

The therapists from St. Mungo's said they were all adults, but they were not very old, and most of them got involved, and the rest stood aside and watched the scene with smiles.

Lydia was even tossed up and down by some naughty lads a few times, her nose nearly touching the ceiling a few times.

She also laughed happily, and turned her head to look at the news on the TV, which was talking about what happened just now. The dust on the face of a company employee interviewed had not been wiped clean, but the smile was very bright: "When I I was terrified when I was trapped under those slabs, and then they appeared, in white robes, like angels..."

Everyone has also seen this interview. Afterwards, the reporter interviewed many people and gave positive comments. They hugged each other, and several people took out wine from the refrigerator.

In such a noisy environment, no one heard the knock on the door, only saw the door suddenly opened, and a one-eyed black man stood expressionlessly at the door.

Lydia patted the boys' arms to let them put themselves down, and then used her hands to arrange the messy long hair casually. There was still a blush on the face caused by the accelerated blood, and the green eyes looked at the door. Fury still had the good mood just now: "What's wrong?"

Fury showed a smile on his always expressionless face, and walked in, and the two people who were originally blocked by him also walked in.

As soon as Hermione and Kouhaug appeared, the atmosphere in the room reached its peak again. With the convenience of communication today, these two leading figures in the magic world are almost unknown to everyone.

And after they came in, another white-haired old man emerged from the fireplace in the corner of the room.

It may be that the transnational Floo network made people feel very uncomfortable. When he appeared, the glasses fell on a little girl's feet. She picked them up subconsciously and handed them to the other party.

"Oh, thank you." The old man wiped his glasses casually, put them on the bridge of his nose, and raised his head.

The little girl's face turned red visibly, she was so excited that she couldn't even utter a word, and finally jumped on the spot.

But at this time, no one thought of laughing at him.

Because this is a living legend in the wizarding world, his deeds have been compiled into various books in the wizarding world, and he resigned as the headmaster of Hogwarts a few years ago.

Some people once thought that he died in the darkness before dawn, but after that final battle ended, he showed his face in the magic world again, smashing those rumors, and there was no more news after that.

"I'm proud of you, children." The great wizard looked at every face carefully, and finally fixed his gaze on Lydia and Fury, his blue eyes curved into Half Moon, "Thank you for your help."