The Things We Have to Consider Are Far More Complicated

A mirror in the office of the Magical Congress President reflected the image of Bill, the president of the Muggle government.

President Bill sat upright in his office reading the report. As he read on, his face grew increasingly ashen, his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his sharp gaze revealed an uncontrollable rage.

The moment he saw Benjamin Graves appear, he jumped up and slammed the report on the table.

"Mr. Benjamin Graves, I expect the Magical Congress to provide an explanation as to why this happened tonight?"

His voice was so loud that it echoed in the office.

Benjamin Graves cleared his throat. "We're investigating too..."

President Bill pulled out one of the reports, held it up to Benjamin Graves, and rudely interrupted, "The entire city of New York has been attacked by Fire Dragon!"

"How many years has it been since our country experienced something like this? How much financial loss will a fire cause? This is intolerable!"

Benjamin Graves looked ashamed and could only respond in a low voice, "I express my deepest condolences to all the victims. We will not tolerate this behavior and will do everything we can to find out the truth."

"In addition, we are doing our best to salvage the situation... All the wizards we can deploy are currently engaged in rescue and disaster relief efforts... You should also have received reports on these matters..."

President Bill raised his eyebrows. "Benjamin Graves! Do you know how much effort we've put in to help you comply with the Statute of Secrecy?"

"Now you've caused this mess again, have you all gone mad? And what you just said... that the wizards are trying their best to salvage the situation... wasn't that an oversight on your part?"

"The Magical Congress is always like this. As long as you devote yourself to the battlefield and try your best to make up for mistakes, that's enough. But we have so many things to consider!"

Benjamin Graves quickly replied, "Of course I understand, we already have corresponding countermeasures..."

"We will provide the venom of the Murtlap to induce rainfall, causing them to forget their memories related to it. Please rest assured!"

President Bill frowned even more deeply. "Benjamin, you underestimate us... This isn't fifty years ago... This isn't something that can be solved with some so-called Venom..."

"They will upload those pictures... all kinds of evidence to the World Wide Web and spread them all over the world... You can erase memories, but you can't erase this content, understand?"

"The World Wide Web...?" Benjamin Graves asked in confusion. "What is that? Is it some kind of... magic?"

"You wouldn't understand..." President Bill's lips curled into a sneer, "You know what? You need owls to deliver messages, but we only need telephones..."

"A phone call, perhaps lasting only a few dozen seconds, even from across the Atlantic or Pacific Ocean... allows for direct communication without the need for letters..."

Just as he was speaking, the phone next to him suddenly rang.

President Bill answered the phone with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

During the conversation, his expression changed repeatedly before he finally hung up the phone and looked back at Benjamin Graves.

"Mr. Benjamin Graves, we can let this matter go... but I hope you can cooperate with us..."

Benjamin Graves quickly pressed, "What do you want to do?"

President Bill said slowly, "Modifying someone's memory, that should be something you can do, right?"

"I hope you can modify the memories of a group of people to facilitate our work."

"A group of people?" Benjamin Graves frowned. "Who?"

"Just a few Middle Easterners..." President Bill rubbed his temples. "They will replace you and become the masterminds behind this..."

"In addition, when you restore the city, you need to preserve the original appearance of the World Trade Center, which is also a key piece of evidence that we need."

Benjamin Graves was still somewhat doubtful and tentatively asked, "So, there's no need to repair the World Trade Center?"

"That's right!" President Bill nodded. "Leave the rest to us. We will continue to assist you and help you maintain the Statute of Secrecy."

President Bill disappeared from the mirror, and Benjamin Graves's pale face was reflected again.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice still tinged with doubt, "This is really baffling... Is he planning to frame the Middle Easterners? And then go to war again?"

He had heard about the Muggle government's belligerent nature before, so it's normal for him to have such a suspicion.

He seemed to sense something was amiss. "It shouldn't be related to witchcraft, right? I've recently received some information that the Wizards' Supreme Party is making moves in the Middle East..."

"They're coming! And there are so many of them this time!" Scott Triltopus noticed the commotion in the distance. "Luna, has the new batch of Potions cooled down?"

Luna nodded and pointed to the cooled Potions, saying, "It's cooled down!"

Scott Triltopus nodded repeatedly, "Then we can proceed!"

The Triltopus Family brought out a cauldron containing Triltopus Family special Potions.

Only when Luna's Potions Luna will the Potions in the cauldron have the corresponding attraction to make the Horned Serpent willing to swallow Potions.

The Triltopus Family members quickly mixed the two Potions together and then floated the Potions onto the lake surface to pour it out.

Bubbles instantly appeared on the lake's surface, followed by countless Horned Serpent that emerged from the water, opening their mouths wide as they fought over the Potions that had spread into the lake.

"Attack! Attack!" Scott Triltopus raised his wand at one of the Horned Serpent. "Engorgio!"

"Engorgio!"

Upon hearing Scott Triltopus's command, the others also began casting spells.

The combination of the Potions and the spell caused the already enormous Horned Serpent to swell to twice its original size;

These Horned Serpent were entangled in the lake, looking extremely frightening.

As Wizet skimmed across the lake, the Black Mist receded back onto her, and she floated lightly to the shore.

He raised his wand, pointed it at the cauldron beside Luna, and the remaining Potions inside floated up, turning it into water spheres.

The Fire Dragon that were relentlessly pursuing Wizet arrived first, and just as the flames in their mouths were beginning to build, they were struck on the head by water spheres.

In an instant, the two dangerous Magical creature, who should have been difficult to contend with, came together.

The swollen, Horned Serpent went berserk again, leaping out of the water and coiling around the Fire Dragon.

As the saying goes, "Many ants can kill an elephant." The Fire Dragon struggled desperately, but because its body was entangled, it could not escape the huge number of Horned Serpent and was dragged into the lake...