Even an Obscurus Could Fly
"That's insane!" Liam Graves exclaimed. "Having Quidditch players and Auror lure away the Fire Dragon... How did you even come up with that idea!"
"Are all Hogwarts students like you?" He sighed helplessly again. "But why don't you all cause trouble in England... instead of coming to North America..."
Luna blinked and smiled slightly, saying, "Mr. Graves, we came here for a vacation and to study, and we feel very helpless about what happened."
Liam Graves rubbed his temples. He felt the phrase was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, though Luna's tone was more playful.
Unfortunately, whenever he tries to recall, his head aches terribly, perhaps because he tries to recall too many locations and then frequently Apparition.
He decided to stop dwelling on these things. "So you're planning to have two teams, one to distract the Fire Dragon and the other to go to Central Park to make preparations?"
Luna nodded in affirmation, "That's right, Mr. Graves."
As night falls, New York City is usually enveloped in colorful lights, turning much of the city into a dreamlike ocean.
But things are different now. New York City now appears bizarre and grotesque, like a burning hell, with many buildings engulfed in flames and turned into an orange-red sea of fire.
Thick smoke billowed up, gathering into a huge dark cloud over New York City. As the cloud churned, it was tinged with the color of the flames below, resembling the grotesque and grim rust on iron.
There was an elevator in front of both Wizet and Luna, and with a soft thud, both elevators arrived at the same time.
Wizet instinctively looked at Luna, and Luna turned her head at the same time, their eyes meeting naturally.
This familiar scene led them to utter the same phrase. "See you later!"
They stepped into the elevator at the same time, which sped upwards, taking Wizet straight to the top floor.
Facing the howling wind, Liam Graves, who had been silent for a long time, asked the question that had been bothering him earlier, "Mr. Lovegood, where is your Flying Broomstick? Shouldn't you be traveling with them?"
The players from both Quidditch teams were also curious, as they hadn't prepared any extra Flying Broomstick.
"I didn't take the Flying Broomstick out of Hogwarts ..." Wizet waved his wand. "Actually, there's more than one way to fly."
"Hiss...you're Animagus, right?" Liam Graves subconsciously recalled the conversation from earlier, and then felt another headache coming on.
He rubbed his temples and continued, "Mr. Akingbade seems to have said... that Animagus cannot fight against Fire Dragon."
"There are indeed risks, so there are other methods..." Wizet closed his eyes, "For example... I am actually an Obscurial."
The Wizard Combat Guide suddenly opened in my mind, and Ancient Magic Power, nurtured by time, surged forth, rushing towards one of the pages, which immediately emitted a bright silver-blue light.
In order to transform into the Magical creature Animagus, he exhausted all the Ancient Magic Power he had stored, and only now has he recovered some, enough to upgrade one of the pages.
In the time it takes to breathe, the silver-blue light covering the pages disappeared, revealing the updated content.
"Primal Power: Obscurus State (Intermediate)": All evil thoughts are eliminated, restoring the primal state... Casting the "Guardian Meditation"... Partially releasing the primal Obscurus power...
"The Obscurial!" Upon hearing this word, Liam Graves immediately covered his forehead.
He couldn't help but reminisce about the past, recalling those Magical Photo he had once seen.
"Is this ever going to end?!" he growled through gritted teeth. "Are we going to have a run for our lives with Hogwarts... with the Obscurial?"
Wizet opened her eyes, and countless pure Black Mist rose from her body, spreading like smoke and illusion.
He gripped his wand, bent his knees slightly, and said to the Quidditch team members, "We should go!"
"Dude! You look so cool!" the Quidditch players exclaimed. "What kind of magic is that? I've never seen anything like it before!"
Due to the existence of the Statute of Secrecy, wizards usually do not come into contact with concepts such as "Obscurial" or "Obscurus" unless specifically publicized, so it is normal for Quidditch team members not to know them.
Especially in the area where the Magical Congress is located, they were once attacked by the Obscurus, and it was only with the help of England wizards that the threat was eliminated;
Given this unusual encounter, the Magical Congress simply erased the descriptions of "Obscurial" and "Obscurus," retaining only the descriptions related to Gellert Grindelwald.
However, for Liam Graves, the Obscurial, Newt Scamander, and Gellert Grindelwald all left a deep impression on him, after all, his family had suffered greatly at their hands.
Boom!
With a powerful push from his legs, Wizet's entire body instantly transformed into a vast fog, propelling him into the sky first.
"They're so fast!" the Quidditch team members exclaimed, pushing off with their legs and soaring into the sky.
Led by Wizet, they quickly pounced on a nearby Fire Dragon.
The Fire Dragon flapped its wings and spiraled down, its vertical pupils reflecting endless destructive desires. It suddenly opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a blazing fireball, heading straight for a building in front of it.
Wizet transformed into human form in mid-air and shouted to the Quidditch team members, "Start the operation! Find all the Auror!"
It would be quite difficult for the Quidditch team members to restrain the Fire Dragon;
Therefore, they also need the Auror scattered throughout the city to cooperate with them in order to attract the Fire Dragon's attention and provoke Fire Dragon to go to Central Park.
The Quidditch team scattered, and Wizet raised his wand, pointing it straight at the direction from which the pillar of fire had appeared. "Water from the Fountain!"
A torrent of water shot out from the tip of the wand, intercepting the fireball just as it was about to crash into the building, and countless plumes of steam quickly spread out.
It was a Welsh Green Dragon, with emerald green scales all over its body, and a sharp, thin snout, like a giant chameleon with wings.
Seeing its flames blocked, the Welsh Green Dragon let out a deep, melodious roar like a cello, flapping its wings to approach Wizet while its gaping maw remained open.
The fireball brewing in his throat shot out like a cannonball, hurtling straight toward Wizet.
Wizet was enveloped in Black Mist again as he swiftly swooped down, easily dodging the incoming fireball.
Just as the Black Mist surrounding him was about to crash into the ground, he transformed back into human form and landed lightly on the ground.
Wizet raised her right hand toward a pile of ruins, and countless rubble trembled and flew into the air, revealing several people buried below.
"Accio Passersby!" He raised his wand and, with the help of the Ancient Magic: Improved Summoning Charm, dragged all those people out of the ruins.
"Roar!"
A roar came from the Welsh Green Dragon high in the sky. Wizet frowned slightly, and Black Mist instantly enveloped his entire body. He flew into the air and lured the Fire Dragon to another place.
Among those rescued, a few appeared to be conscious.
They strained to bend over, clasped their hands together in a prayer gesture, and watched Wizet's retreating figure, tears streaming down their faces. "God... you saved me..."