Ten Thousand Explosions, One Month, and a Building

"Another Dark Magic Creature!" Anton stood on the roof of the Twin Towers, looking down over the city, his expression grave. "Looks like it's not just one Dark Magic Creature appearing. In this chaotic environment, I'd guess they'll keep showing up one after another."

Anna glanced over curiously, but she couldn't see anything. "Will this city end up with lots of urban legends?"

"I'm afraid it'll be more than just legends. Some Dark Magic Creatures kill people!" Anton clicked his tongue and frowned as he surveyed the city.

He was a transmigrator and didn't feel any connection to the Muggles of this world. He didn't like this Muggle country, either. But he still couldn't simply watch innocent, ordinary people get hurt or even killed by these Dark Magic Creatures.

Just then, a witch leading a group of people flew toward the rooftop of the Twin Towers, where Anton stood, on Flying Broomsticks.

At the same time, a Helicopter circled overhead and began descending slowly toward the roof.

The ones who had come to see him were Freya Avery, a witch and the Speaker of the Magical Congress, and Mr. Tom Stark, the president of the Muggle authorities.

(Yes, the president of the Wizarding World really is called that. This isn't the Earth from Anton's previous life! Don't nitpick.)

These two vaguely hostile factions shared one common request: "Could you extend the duration of this 'Event Loop' spell? A few minutes just isn't enough."

A few minutes really wasn't enough time.

While they were talking, explosions rumbled through the city. Someone, from some faction or other, had dropped a firebomb on one corner of the city, and countless people lost their lives amid the screams.

In another corner, terrifying Fiendfyre spread rapidly, and monsters made of flame devoured everything within reach.