Moody and Tonks Across the Ocean

The "Dragon Thief" that Moody mentioned had actually attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic several months ago.

However, the biggest event at the time was a series of changes related to Hogwarts, including Hagrid's arrest and imprisonment, and Dumbledore's temporary loss of his position as headmaster.

Moody had long been disgusted by the mess that the Ministry of Magic was making. His ambition had always been to capture Dark Wizard; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up with a body full of incurable injuries.

Moody's Magical Eye was always fixed on the door, and his wand was always in his hand. "That Dragon Thief appeared in England is really slippery!"

"Fudge's got something wrong with his head. Isn't someone who can smuggle such a huge Fire Dragon right under the Ministry of Magic's nose more important than his own messy affairs?"

"Mr. Moody, do you think they belong to an organization..." Wizet asked, "That's why they were able to do it so secretly?"

"That's right." Moody's eyes were fixed on Wizet for a moment, but then the Magical Eye returned to the doorway.

"This is a very troublesome organization, much stronger than Voldemort's Death Eater! Not many of its members are out in the open."

"They usually disguise themselves, only revealing their identities when an operation is needed, thus providing cover for the Dragon Thief."

"I arrested several people like this along the way, but they all had clean records, so there was no way to send them to jail."

"Tonks and I tracked down that Dragon Thief, traveling through several Europe countries before finally crossing the ocean to North America..."

Professor McGonagall asked, "Moody, why are you with Lupin?"

"That's a long story..." Moody continued, "Just two days ago, we finally caught up with the source, the head of the Appaloosa Family who faked his death..."

"We fought them, but Tonks was still a bit short-handed and got injured in the process. We took refuge in a street in the Lower East Side, where we met Lupin, who was dying."

Lupin nodded with a wry smile. "If it weren't for Moody... I'm afraid I really would be dead..."

Moody continued, "The Appaloosa Family may appear harmless on the surface, but they are actually a powerful family in the black market, so New York is not actually safe."

"If I take them for proper treatment, it is very likely that our location will be exposed, attracting the attention of the Appaloosa Family, or even leading to an attack."

"So after I gave them some basic treatment, I immediately moved to another place and hid them temporarily to reduce contact with others and avoid causing more trouble."

"The fact that the Appaloosa Family would resort to the risky tactic of 'faking death' shows that what they want to do is actually imminent. Therefore, I need to understand the development of the situation before making any further plans."

"This is another continent, the territory of the Magical Congress. We can't act as recklessly as we do in Europe, or we'll easily be tricked by the local wizards! They don't have a good impression of Europe wizards!"

"It's fortunate that Wizet found you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to contact you through Headmaster Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall remarked.

"Otherwise, Tonks might really be in mortal danger... Even if he survives, he'll probably end up like you, with an incurable injury."

"Hehe! That's Auror's medal, Tonks himself said so!" Moody gave a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Although his abilities aren't quite there yet, at least he knows what he's doing."

He looked at Wizet with both eyes. "So, you're the one who discovered our whereabouts. How did you do it? Where did I leave a clue?"

Wizet explained, "Just at the very end... where you left that alley, you found traces left by the Metamorphmagus."

"So it was a stroke of luck that when Minister Fudge came to arrest people, he happened to see Miss Tonks ' transformation... and knew that she was a Metamorphmagus."

"That's a major mistake!" Moody's tone turned stern. "Tonks is still too young! His understanding of the Metamorphmagus is also inadequate!"

His Magical Eye darted wildly. "If she officially becomes Auror, this flaw will be fatal! She'll need serious special training when we get back to England!"

"Mr. Moody, "Wizet asked, "Do you know where the Appaloosa Family is hiding their Fire Dragon?"

"We haven't had time to investigate yet." Moody shook his head. "We haven't had time to look for clues."

Wizet continued, "Mr. Moody, if they give the Fire Dragon the Living Death Potion, where do you think they'll hide Fire Dragon?"

"Living Death Potion ..." Moody murmured. "I suspect they'll be hiding it in the sewers!"

"That's just a guess! I've been hiding with Tonks and the others in the slums because it's more chaotic there and harder to be found."

"It is precisely because of the chaos in the slums that if there is a problem with the living facilities, it takes a lot of time to solve it."

Following Moody's lead, Wizet asked, "Mr. Moody, could it be... that you relocated people from several slums and encountered the same unusual situation in each one?"

Moody nodded, a hint of approval in his otherwise normal eyes. "Exactly! The sewers are severely clogged... This will further delay the repairs!"

Wizet frowned. "Something too similar... the Living Death Potion... the Fire Dragon... it really could be in the sewers!"

"What a crazy idea!" Moody's eyes darted around wildly. "Fire Dragon and Werewolf... Are these wizards insane? Do they really want to break the Statute of Secrecy?"

"Lupin, we should get going!" Professor McGonagall said solemnly. "We need to inform the Magical Congress about this, or New York will be in big trouble!"

In the Brooklyn Brownsville of Brooklyn, New York, Liam Graves appears with a team of wizards.

He had just finished dividing the teams when an owl suddenly appeared, circled above his head once, and dropped a letter from the Magical Congress.

He frowned, vaguely sensing something, quickly tore open the letter, and then his expression changed.

"You!" he called out to a few Hit Wizards, "Follow me to the sewers! The rest of you, continue searching for Werewolf!"

"If the Werewolf try to resist, there's no need for three warnings; attack directly! Forcibly bring them back! Be careful!"

Amidst a chorus of agreement, Graves raised his wand and ripped open the manhole cover beside him.

The Hit Wizards behind him was confused. "Director Graves, what exactly happened?"

"Fire Dragon might be lurking here!" Graves pressed his wand to his head. "Water Separation Charm!"

A bubble the size of a goldfish bowl appeared and loomed over his head. "Move now! They want to destroy New York with Fire Dragon!"