Three months passed.
Under the strikes of the Satellite Railgun, nearly a quarter of the world's government buildings had been wiped out by those pure white pillars of light descending from the heavens.
Although governments around the world had done their utmost to evacuate civilians and relocate important documents, the number of civilians killed by the satellite beams had still surpassed one million. The economic losses caused by the satellite beams had also reached one hundred trillion dollars!
As time passed, people gradually stopped placing their hopes in gods. They no longer believed that any god would stop that damned culprit, nor did they believe that any god would come to save them.
Government employees across the various countries gradually became numb. They did not know whether the next Satellite Railgun strike would fall upon their heads, nor did they know whether they would qualify to be taken away by the Aurors and spared from death.
Not every country could complete its evacuation before the satellite beams arrived. If an Auror holding an alchemical detection device hesitated for even an instant, or moved just slightly too slowly, everyone in the government building would be buried alongside them!
While the entire world fell into panic and countries everywhere suffered devastating casualties under the Satellite Railgun strikes,
the concentration of magic around Hogwarts Castle rose rapidly at an abnormal rate.
Nearly all the young wizards still studying at Hogwarts Castle were astonished to discover that their "talent" seemed to have improved considerably. Spells that had once been difficult to cast could now be released with ease!
Inside the Headmaster's office, both Dumbledore and Grindelwald instinctively turned their gazes toward the Room of Requirement.
As Demon King level wizards, they could guess that the increase in magical concentration within and around Hogwarts Castle