Flooded New York

At the behest of the Magical Congress, it rained in New York City.

To ensure the maximum extent of memory erasure, the rain continued day after day, and the "Magical Exposure Threat Level" marked on the Great Clock also rotated counterclockwise.

Three days later, the hands of the Great Clock returned to the "low threat" zone and could no longer go back.

Benjamin Graves entered the Magical Congress, glanced at the clock pointing to "low threat," and sighed, "Looks like we can't go back to the past..."

"Chairman, is this rain going to continue?" Liam Graves approached. "Some wizards have returned to normal life, but some unexpected things have happened."

"They dumped the discarded Potions at their usual pace, but because the sewers in New York seemed to have flooded, the Potions flowed back to the surface and came into contact with some Muggle..."

Due to the heavy rain, subway tracks and road traffic in New York City were affected, causing some flooding. It's also normal for discarded Potions to be recycled.

"Touched by Muggle?" Benjamin Graves picked up his wand and dabbed his robes to dry them. "Something went wrong?"

"Two Muggle developed pustules and were sent to the Magical Injuries and Diseases Hospital for treatment." Liam Graves nodded. "But if this continues, I'm afraid similar things will happen again."

"Then let this rain stop!" Benjamin Graves said. "When I get back to my office, I'll contact the Department of Magical creature Control and have them send the Thunderbird back."

"What do we do with the ' Magical Exposure Threat Level ' on it?" Liam Graves asked, pointing to the Great Clock. "There's a press conference at noon, will they..."

Benjamin Graves immediately came up with a solution. "I'll notify the Department of Mysteries and have them calibrate the clocks. From now on, that will be the standard for ' Zero Threat '."

After signing a series of documents, the rain outside the office finally subsided, and through the clouds, one could vaguely see a few Thunderbird flying into the distance.

"There's also a press conference..." Benjamin Graves sighed, rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a beauty serum, and added it to his coffee.

In an effort to restore New York City as quickly as possible, he has been working through the night for the past few days and looks somewhat haggard. He is taking some beauty supplements to at least make himself look a little more energetic.

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

"Damn it!" Benjamin Graves cursed under his breath and put down his coffee cup.

President Bill said sternly, "Mr. Benjamin Graves, I expect the Magical Congress to provide an explanation! Do you really need to abide by any Statute of Secrecy?"

"It's been raining in New York City for the past few days! If the rain gets any heavier and the flooding gets any worse, New York will be in a state of emergency again because of you wizards!"

"It's that serious?" He blinked slowly and wearily before speaking, "We didn't expect that just a few days of rain would put you in a state of emergency."

President Bill pursed his lips, unsure how to respond for a moment, and finally said fiercely, "How much longer do you need to rain before you can erase the people's memories?"

Benjamin Graves glanced out the window again, and only after confirming that the Thunderbird had flown further and further away did he say, "The rain has stopped. We just sent the Thunderbird away."

President Bill's expression improved somewhat. "Once the city is repaired, I hope you can send in wizards to clear out those congested areas as well!"

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

"The city was destroyed by Fire Dragon, by you wizards!" President Bill raised his eyebrows. "I have reason to suspect that the traffic congestion in New York is also related to this!"

"This is worse than we imagined! Those pictures and videos have spread so widely!" He placed a picture in front of the mirror. "Do you know how much effort we've had to put in to deal with this?"

"You wizards are too arrogant. The houses you casually left on the edge of cliffs and lakes are regarded as miracles by our people. Now, the person in the picture has become a believer for some religions."

Benjamin Graves looked closely and saw not only a fire-breathing Fire Dragon in the picture, but also Wizet had returned to human form and was raising his wand. "How could it be him?"

"I hope you can rein in yourselves! Keep those wizards in check!" President Bill emphasized, "Especially the person in the picture!"

"I will compile a list of the areas blocked by the rain and let you know later... We have been fully cooperating with the Statute of Secrecy, and we hope you will cooperate with us as well!"

The mirror returned to normal, reflecting Benjamin Graves's sorrowful face.

North America is a vast place, and in recent years, more and more things have emerged that he finds difficult to understand, making it increasingly difficult to uphold Statute of Secrecy.

The Magical Congress is understaffed and unable to handle these matters fully, so it must cooperate with the Muggle government.

It was precisely because of this that the Muggle government became so powerful, leaving him feeling somewhat lost and helpless.

"Don't they claim religious freedom? What does it matter?" Benjamin Graves sighed deeply, as if recalling something.

"Vizet Lovegood seems to still be a student... he has to go back to Hogwarts for classes, he should be fine once he leaves New York."

Wizet and Luna walked along Broadway Avenue under one umbrella, the wide road beside them resembling a pond, clearly flooded.

Although it rained for three days, the rainfall was not heavy and did not reach the level of a rainstorm.

Based on my past experience, such rain would at most cause some areas to accumulate water, but it would absolutely not cause urban flooding.

A muffled rumble of thunder came from the sky, and the two of them looked up at the same time.

"It seems like something has left..." Luna stretched her hand out of her umbrella, caught a few raindrops, and gently rubbed them between her fingers. "The raindrops feel different..."

"The Thunderbird must have left." Wizet. "They used the venom of the Thunderbird and the Murtlap to create a rain that would cause Muggle to lose their memories."

Just then, a car sped past, splashing countless drops of dirty water everywhere.

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

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

"Hiss... You're him, right! It really is! It's all true!"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and a man wearing glasses stepped forward, blocking Wizet and Luna's path.

He was incredibly excited as he held up a picture in front of the two of them...