"The building's gone!" the Aurors patrolling Central Park cried out, staring in disbelief at the empty ground before them.
One Auror cautiously walked forward, waving his hands around as he tried to touch the miraculous building woven from vines.
Unfortunately, there was nothing there.
"Get back and report this!"
Someone quick-witted had already hurried off toward the Great Castle that served as the Magical Congress's new headquarters.
In fact, Old Voldy already knew about it.
Right under his nose...
Anything that stirred the grass would catch his attention.
When the first few Cabin members walked out of the building, an important meeting of the Magical Congress had quietly ground to a halt. Everyone was watching a huge screen. Even Goyle's Ghost, who occasionally drifted up from underground, was clearly visible.
Moving the Magical Congress's headquarters wasn't just a simple relocation.
Every corner of this place reflected Voldemort's will.
For instance, beside the magical screen in the conference room stood two enormous displays assembled from dozens of LCD monitors—the kind that needed electricity.
Such a sight would be hard to find anywhere outside the Magical Congress, whether in the various countries' Ministries of Magic or in international organizations.
After all, in a wizarding world that had taken its efforts to uphold the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy to extremes, even Muggle technology was rejected.
That might also have been why Dumbledore could tolerate Tom's unorthodox reforms, even those that went against the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Tom was exploring more possibilities for Muggles and wizards to coexist.
One of the two giant screens was connected to the feed from an astronomical telescope, while the other was receiving a signal from a satellite.
Clearly, Chairman Tom Riddle had reached some degree of cooperation with the Muggle world.
At that moment, both