As for how the vagrant had slipped into the building, Su Ming had no interest in finding out. Maybe he knew someone, maybe he had used the restroom as an excuse. In any case, a few minutes later, a piercing alarm blared throughout the surrounding area.
Many Muggles came rushing out of the building in a panic, gathering on the streets around it and staring up at the structure as though trying to find the source of the fire.
There would be no obvious fire source from burning something in the ventilation ducts, but the smoke would spread everywhere through the pipes, choking people and driving them out.
The fire department should have been dealing with the sewer issue by now. No troublesome people would show up anytime soon. Once these innocent civilians had been driven away, the plan could move on to its next step.
Just as he finished his hot dog, the vagrant came sneaking back, accepted his promised payment, then turned and vanished into the sea of people.
"I'm curious. How are you going to blow up the Magical Congress headquarters? The protective magic here is even more extensive than at the International Quidditch Federation headquarters." Grindelwald blinked with a grin like he had just pulled off a successful prank.
"The Quidditch Federation?"
"Yes. That was definitely the most heavily guarded place I've ever seen, because the officials there were always worried someone would steal the brooms and jerseys used by Champions throughout history." Grindelwald found it rather amusing too, though those brooms truly were priceless in a Collector's eyes.
Su Ming shook his head without commenting, instead returning to the main subject. "Wizards rely on talent to cast spells. Put simply, it's the power in their bloodline. They use their thoughts to influence reality, with wands