Hurricane and Volcano

Elijah Watkins had barely stepped out with his suitcase when his previously serious expression immediately turned miserable.

The two young assistants came up to him. "Mr. Watkins..."

Watkins sighed. "No need to say it. I understand—I heard all the nearby Muggles ran off, and there are still so many people in the buildings on both sides..."

The more he spoke, the more exhausted he felt. He could not help letting out another long sigh.

"Prepare to work overtime! Today, we have to deal with large-scale memory modifications... We might even need to apply to Congress for additional manpower..."

The two assistants looked rather strange. They interrupted Watkins before he could grow even more dejected.

"No, it's not like that..."

"Mr. Watkins, we investigated the area and found that no Muggles witnessed what just happened."

"What?!" Watkins' eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

The assistant nodded firmly. "Before those british wizards made their move, they cast a small-scale Weather Charm that made the Muggles think a whirlwind had stirred up a localized sandstorm..."

"They're busy complaining about the weather!"

The other assistant said brightly, "Of course, plenty of people heard the explosions! But you know... that sort of thing is perfectly normal. Nothing strange about it, and there's no need to modify anyone's memory."

"Oh... oh... this is truly..."

Elijah Watkins blinked slowly several times, at a loss in the face of this sudden happiness.

A moment later, his habitually sorrowful face showed undisguised surprise and admiration for the first time, even a touch of emotion.

"Oh my... These british wizards really are different from those reckless troublemakers! They're so thoughtful and meticulous that I don't even know what to say!"

"Exactly!" The assistant beamed. "Looks like we won't have to work overtime. We just need to make up an