We Came for the Dragon Thief

Allowing the situation to escalate further would not benefit the Magical Congress either;

With Babajide Akingbade present, if the situation escalated, the International Confederation of Wizards would have grounds to intervene. After some deliberation, the Magical Congress had no choice but to accept Wizet's suggestion.

Both the Magical Congress and Liam Graves have a lot of work to do.

Hayden Appaloosa kept his mouth shut, Trelawps did not resort to unconventional means in order not to give the Magical Congress any reason to speak out.

Therefore, the trial of Hayden Appaloosa still needs to be carried out by the Magical Congress;

They need to pry Hayden Appaloosa's mouth open to get the Werewolf ' exact location; then they need to allocate manpower to control all the Werewolf.

The Magical Congress has limited time and must make the most of an afternoon to get both things done.

Wolfsbane Potion is not yet widely available, and its high cost and complex preparation process prevent it from being used in this operation.

They face many challenges and must do their utmost to address them and resolve all issues as soon as possible in order to avoid a potential crisis.

In fact, the Muggle government also needs to communicate and try to get New York under curfew at night to avoid any unexpected situations.

Explaining these things clearly and getting the Muggle government to cooperate is enough to give the Magical Congress a major headache.

Back at the hotel, Wizet went to Luna's room first, where he learned that Professor McGonagall Luna still in contact with Tonks and Moody.

Not only were Tonks and Moody missing, but Lupin was also not staying on Stanton Street in the Lower East Side. It is unclear whether he was facing a second round of retaliation or discovered that someone was looking for him, so he moved to another location.

When Wizet wrote a letter and handed it to the owl, Luna set up the crucible.

Holding a honey jar in one hand and a petal juice jar in the other, she slowly poured them into the crucible along the rim.

She had some left over from the Potion Ingredients she had previously purchased, and she planned to use them to brew another Potions to attract Magical creature.

Turning materials into Potions makes them easier to carry, eliminating the need to lug around large bags.

Wizet watched curiously from the side. He had been preparing for the seminar and had never seen the complete process of making this Potions.

In fact, many mysteries still lingered in his heart;

Although the Magical Congress was willing to cooperate and things seemed to be progressing in an orderly manner, he still had a feeling that the Isaiah Society still had some trump cards up its sleeve.

The main point of suspicion is the Living Death Potion. After the Triltopus Family pinpointed the location, they swept through the Appaloosa Family's territory but found no hidden Magical creature.

However, according to the ledgers found, the Appaloosa Family did indeed secretly prepare and purchase a large amount of materials for making the Living Death Potion;

If the materials were purchased only for storage, then at least some of them should be found in the Appaloosa Family's warehouse.

Only by crafting materials into Potions, like Luna does, can they be better carried and transferred.

Where did all that Living Death Potion go?

Wizet glanced out the window. The weather in New York was fine today, but it gave him a sense of unease, like "a storm is brewing."

Luna sensed something. She carefully placed a bottle of materials down and pressed the back of her hand to her flushed cheeks. "Wizet, can you help me?"

Wizet composed herself and carefully examined the various materials on the table. "Good!"

Some methods are similar. After thinking it over for a moment, he said, "Shall I crush the roots of the Mimosa Flower for you, and grind the petals into powder?"

Luna raised her other hand and placed it on Wizet's forehead. "You have a lot of Nargles around you. Does this make you feel better?"

"Much better!" Feeling the cool touch on her forehead, Wizet smiled slightly and picked up the mortar and pestle to grind the flower petals into powder.

The two busied themselves around the cauldron. Unlike at Hogwarts, this time Wizet was in charge of handling the materials, Luna led the entire Potions- making process.

Observing Luna's movements and analyzing the functions and processing methods of various materials were all very interesting things for him, and they also calmed his mind down again.

Once Wizet had finished processing the last material, the crucible returned to calm, with only the occasional small bubble appearing on the surface.

During the brief lull in the boiling of the crucible, Luna stared intently at Wizet, and as if finally relieved, she let out a soft sigh and said, "The Nargles are gone!"

Potions brewing entered its final stage, Wizet and Luna sat on either side of the table, choosing a comfortable position to lie on it, watching the flames in the cauldron in the middle.

Unbeknownst to them, their gazes shifted and gradually met;

Before anyone knew it, as tiny bubbles, like fish eyes, appeared on the surface of the crucible, night had fallen on New York.

Time seemed to fly by; it felt like only a short while had passed. Both Wizet and Luna noticed that the blush on each other's cheeks hadn't faded yet...

A faint, intermittent voice suddenly came from outside the door, "I should... night... danger..."

"Will you come with me to the Magical Congress?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out. "Wizet told me that the Magical Congress has prepared safe houses to house Werewolf."

"We can't go there now," a rough voice said. "The timing is wrong. He's half-dead right now, and if there are other people in the safe house, he might get killed."

Wizet stood up. "I'll go take a look..."

Outside the door, besides Professor McGonagall, a pale and haggard wizard, there was another wizard with a ferocious face;

The wizard had a hideous face with long, pale hair, his face was covered in scars, a piece of his nose had been cut off, and most strangely, one of his eyes was the only thing that stood out.

It was Magical Eye the size of a ping-pong ball, with a bright blue pupil. It looked malfunctioning, spinning around and around, while only the normal eye was staring at Wizet.

Moody said gruffly, "Vizet Lovegood?"

"It's me!" Wizet. "Hello, Mr. Moody ... Could I know what happened? Why have you come to New York ...?"

"The hallway isn't safe!" Moody raised his wand and cast a few spells towards Professor McGonagall's room. "Are there any other suitable rooms?"

Wizet could tell that these were Protective Magic used for early warning, and he had already guessed who was in the room.

"Please come with me!" Wizet stepped out of the door and led Moody and the others toward his room.

Upon entering the room, the first thing Moody did was cast a spell, waving his wand at the closed door.

One of his legs was probably a prosthesis, as it made a hollow, clanging sound when he walked, like wood hitting the floor.

He walked up to Wizet, sat down in the armchair, and got straight to the point. "We've come here to capture the Dragon Thief!"