Reporter

As he walked out of the airport, New York's distinctive clamor and the heat wave of high summer rushed over him. Wade paused briefly and swept his gaze across everything before him.

This was New York in 1995.

Although London was now one of the world's greatest cities as well, New York in the United States was different at this time—it was the absolute core of global finance and economics, the focal stage of international diplomacy and politics.

At that moment, the city brimmed with a raw, vigorous, boiling vitality. The grandeur of its political victories and its position at the pinnacle filtered down to every ordinary person, filling them with an almost overflowing confidence and optimism.

Fragments of speech in all kinds of accents struck his ears, while impatient car horns blared one after another. Slip dresses, brightly colored high heels, denim jackets, cargo pants, high-top basketball shoes... Even viewed through Wade's "eyes of the future," the pedestrians' clothing did not seem outdated.

Just as the group paused for a moment, a figure suddenly lunged out from the side like a shark catching the scent of blood, moving so quickly that even the well-trained American Aurors were slightly startled.

The newcomer was a tall and thin male wizard with sandy brown hair. He wore a wrinkled dark yellow jacket over a clashing plaid shirt, with a crooked tie hanging around his neck, looking like an unprofessional telephone operator.

"Mr. Wade Gray! Wait, you're Mr. Wade Gray, aren't you?"

As he shouted, the male wizard slipped through the encirclement formed by the Aurors like a nimble sardine. Several people reached out to grab him, but they did not even touch the corner of his clothes.

Salina and Rex's faces darkened. They slipped their hands inside their suits, quietly drawing their