Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Wizette looked at the sleeping Luna, breathed out gently, and closed his eyes again.

[Transfer Station 1 in the world-weary novel 1 7 9 9 4 3 1 6 4]

He was indeed very tired today, so tired that he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Then...just sleep a little longer!

Chapter 101 Flooded New York

Under the arrangement of the Magic Congress, it started to rain in New York City.

In order to ensure the maximum erasure of memories, the rain continued day after day, and the "magic exposure threat level" marked on the big clock also rotated counterclockwise.

Until three days later, the hands of the big clock returned to the "low threat" area, and there was no way to take a step back.

Benjamin Graves entered the Magic Congress, looked at the clock pointing to "Low Threat" and sighed, "It seems that we can't go back to the past..."

"Chairman, is this rain going to continue?" Liam Graves came forward. "Some wizards have returned to normal life, but some accidents have occurred."

"They dumped the scrapped potion at the usual pace, but because the sewers in New York seemed to be flooded, the potion flowed back to the ground and was exposed to some No-Majs..."

Due to the heavy rain, New York City's subway tracks and road traffic were affected. A certain degree of waterlogging occurred, and it was normal for the waste potions to flow back.

"Contacted by a No-Maj?" Benjamin Graves picked up the wand and touched the robe to let it dry again. "There was an accident?"

"Two No-Majs developed pustules and were sent to the Magical Injuries and Injuries Hospital for treatment." Liam Graves nodded, "But if this continues, I'm afraid something similar will happen again."

"Then let this rain stop!" Benjamin Graves said. "When I get back to the office, I will contact the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and ask them to send the Thunderbird back."

"How to deal with the 'magic exposure threat level' above?" Liam Graves pointed at the big clock and asked, "There will be a press conference at noon, will they..."

Benjamin Graves immediately thought of a countermeasure, "I will notify the Department of Mysteries and ask them to correct the clock. From now on, this will be the standard of 'zero threat'."

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After signing a series of documents, the rain outside the office finally subsided, and a few thunderbirds flying into the distance could be vaguely seen through the clouds.

"There is still a press conference..." Benjamin Graves sighed, took out the beauty potion from the drawer, and added it to the coffee.

In order to repair New York City as soon as possible, he has been working all night in the past few days. He looks a little haggard. Taking some beauty potions can at least make him feel more energetic.

Before he could put the coffee into his mouth, a mirror in the office suddenly trembled, and President Bill's angry face appeared.

"Damn it!" Benjamin Graves cursed secretly and put down the coffee cup in his hand.

President Bill said sharply: "Mr. Benjamin Graves, I hope the Magic Congress can give an explanation! Do you really need to abide by any confidentiality laws?"

"It has been raining in New York City these days! If the rain gets heavier and the waterlogging gets worse, New York will enter a state of emergency again because of you wizards!"

"It's so serious?" He blinked slowly and tiredly, and then slowly said: "We didn't expect that just a few days of rain would put you in a state of emergency."

President Bill pursed his lips and didn't know how to answer for a while. Finally, he could only say viciously: "How long will it rain before you can erase people's memories?"

Benjamin Graves glanced out the window again, and after confirming that the Thunderbird was flying farther and farther away, he said: "The rain has stopped, and we sent the Thunderbird away just now."

President Bill's face looked better than before, "After the city is repaired, I hope you can send wizards to clean up those places that are easy to get clogged!"

Benjamin Graves frowned slightly, "Shouldn't these be your own business?"

"The city was destroyed by the fire dragon and your wizards!" President Bill raised his eyebrows. "I have reason to suspect that the reason why New York is clogged is inseparable from this matter!"

"This matter is worse than imagined! Those pictures and images spread too widely!" He placed a picture in front of the mirror, "Do you know how much effort we have to put in to deal with these things?"

"You wizards are so rampant. The houses you leave on the cliffs and lakes are regarded as miracles by our people. Now the man in the picture has become the belief of some religions."

Benjamin Graves took a closer look. There was not only a fire-breathing dragon in the picture, but also Weizet who had returned to his human form and raised his wand. "Why is it him?"

"I hope you can restrain yourself! Restrain those wizards!" President Bill emphasized, "Especially the person in the picture!"

"I will summarize the places that are blocked due to rainfall and tell you... We have cooperated very well with the confidentiality law, and we hope you can cooperate with us too!"

The mirror returned to normal, reflecting the sad face of Benjamin Graves.

North America was a big place, and in recent years, more and more things had appeared that were difficult for him to understand, making it increasingly difficult to maintain the law of secrecy.

The Magical Congress is short of manpower and cannot fully cope with these things, so it must cooperate with the No-Maj government.

It was also because of this that the No-Maj government became strong, which made him feel a little helpless.

"Didn't they claim religious freedom? What does this have to do with it?" Benjamin Graves sighed, as if recalling something.

"It seems that Vizzet Lovegood is still a student... He has to go back to Hogwarts for classes. It should be fine after he leaves New York."

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Vizzet and Luna walked on Broadway with an umbrella. The wide road next to them was like a pond, and it was obviously flooded.

Although it rained for three days, the rainfall was not heavy, and it was not to the extent of a rainstorm.

According to the experience of the previous life, such rain would at most cause water accumulation in some places, and it would definitely not cause flooding.

There was a dull thunder in the sky, and the two looked up at the same time.

"It seems something has left..." Luna stretched her hand out of the umbrella, caught a few drops of rain and gently twisted it, "I feel that the raindrops have changed..."

"It should be the Thunderbird that left." Weizet nodded, "They used the venom of the Thunderbird and the Winged Demon to create a rain that would make Muggles lose their memory."

Just then, a car sped past and countless sewage splashed.

Weizet waved his hand gently, and the sewage flying towards him suddenly stopped and was pressed directly to the ground by an invisible force.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Is this really New York?"

"Hiss... You are him, right! It's true! Everything is true!"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and a man wearing glasses stepped forward and stood in front of Weizet and Luna.

He looked extremely excited and held a picture in front of the two...

Chapter 102 Superpower

When Weizet heard the voice, he immediately reached into his pocket and held the wand, and at the same time stood sideways in front of Luna.

After listening to what the man with glasses said, Weizet paid a little attention and glanced at the content of the picture.

The background of the picture is a burning building. A Swedish short-nosed dragon appears in front of the building, spewing a dazzling blue column of fire from its nostrils, attacking a person with a little black mist around him not far away.

"Hmm?" Luna asked immediately.

The blue column of fire was dazzling enough for Vizette to see the man's face clearly, and it was him.

Seeing Vizette with a wary face, the man with glasses hurriedly explained: "My name is Olga Goizueta... I have absolutely no bad intentions!"

The man was wearing a raincoat, with one side of his waist slightly bulging, and it looked like he was carrying a bag.

"I know you! You are the one who saved New York!" He looked to the side, took the initiative to walk into an alley, and waved to Vizette and Luna.

Luna smiled slightly, with a curious light in her eyes, "Let's listen to what he has to say!"

"Hmm." Vizette nodded, still holding the wand tightly and walked into the alley with Luna.

"You are a superpower, right!" Olga Goizueta said straight to the point, holding up the picture again.

"Those agents are erasing the traces of these photos! But these things are on the Internet, how can they be completely erased? Someone will always know the truth."

"Superpower..." Luna couldn't help laughing, slightly tilting her head to look at the corner.

"Agents..." Vizet murmured, "Do you mean the FBI agents? Even if they come forward, they can't erase the traces on the Internet?"

"Of course! The Internet is the greatest invention in the world!" Olga Goizueta said, "It allows us to understand and keep all secrets!"

"We have a 'data shelter' on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. In recent days, a lot of video materials about you have appeared. I have seen them all!"

Vizet listened patiently to what Olga Goizueta said, and after thinking for a while, he answered: "That is to say... you Recognize that I am a superpower?"

"Yes!" Olga Goizueta nodded repeatedly, "You should have a group of people. This is your war with the FBI, right?"

Before Vizette answered, he said to himself: "This is a secret war that does not want to be made public, and it is also the reason why it rains in New York all the time."

"This rain makes the residents of New York lose their memories... We speculate that there is a hidden condition for losing memory... You need to be a witness of this disaster and understand how tragic this disaster is!"

Vizet and Luna looked at each other, and both read a little surprise in each other's eyes.

"What do you think?" Vizet frowned slightly, "It seems that many people can enter the 'Data Sanctuary' to browse..."

"It seems that our guess is correct!" Olga Goizueta's expression was very proud, "If you don't really think this is a disaster, you won't be affected by this rain!"

He looked at Vizet and asked, "Then who is the masterpiece of this rain? Is it you... or those FBI agents?"

Before Vizet spoke, he said to himself, "It must be the masterpiece of the FBI! They plan to take you back for research, so they arranged such a rain!"

Looking at Olga Goizueta's increasingly fanatical expression, Vizet pursed his lips and thought for a while, and finally considered a light sentence, "You know too much, go!"

Olga Goizueta's face changed, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked with a vigilant look: "Are those people chasing us? Can you sense it through your superpowers?"

"Let's go!" Vizet urged again, and took Luna out of the alley directly.

"I'll help you go out and take a look!" Olga Goizueta quickened her pace, ran in front of the two, and rushed out of the alley first.

"What a warm-hearted gentleman." Luna chuckled a few times, "and he's very good at telling stories."

"So enthusiastic that he doesn't even need a forget spell..." Vizet's brows relaxed, "Telling stories... The stories of people with superpowers are really good."

Luna asked: "Do you think he is your... admirer? Like those admirers of Professor Lockhart in the past?"