"New York... I never expected the Muggles to have built it into such a fine city after all these decades."
That night, Grindelwald and a shadowy figure strolled through the streets of New York. After encountering some enthusiastic muggers who blocked their path, the former Dark Lord let out a sigh of nostalgia.
This mugger looked like an old hand, and a junkie besides. Su Ming simply squeezed him into a meatball and tossed him into a roadside trash can.
"Looks like you really like it here?" The Mercenary shook the blood from his hand.
"You could say that, though I only enjoy observing Muggle life. Decades ago, I discovered that Muggles had a strong tendency toward self-destruction. They tend to destroy any creature different from themselves, and eventually destroy themselves and their own kind, all because everyone thinks differently."
Grindelwald clasped his hands behind his back and looked wistfully at the trash can. He had tossed corpses into such things before as well.
"The economy hasn't been doing too well lately. There are more and more lunatics now, and I rather like that." Su Ming led the Dark Lord into a park. Only a few streetlamps illuminated the place, while the moon's reflection shimmered on the lake. "But I don't know much about the distribution of wizards in New York. Where do you think we should start?"
The old man with a youthful appearance frowned as he searched through the depths of his memory.
"The Woolworth Building is roughly seven blocks from here, but with Apparition, they can reach any famous landmark at the same speed. We can't start with wizarding enclaves. We need to target Muggle landmarks instead. They won't Apparate recklessly to places they don't know well, while I know Muggle tourist attractions very well."
"Sounds good.