Storming the United States Capitol

The four-school alliance was in a rather awkward situation when one school was kicked out and replaced by the others.

That's understandable.

At the Congress of Vienna two years ago, the International Confederation of Wizards Education Office released the latest round of assessments of magic education.

Hogwarts ' overall school ranking is barely average, but its danger level is S+.

The report also highlighted in red: applying for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts is not recommended.

The other three schools hosting the Potions tournament are all ranked among the top, and given that United Kingdom is at war, it's understandable that they wouldn't want to play with you.

It's not that I look down on them; Hogwarts is a prestigious, long-established school with a history of wealth.

And then there's Dumbledore, such a great figure.

Winning against a school like that is a source of pride.

But winning is taken for granted, while losing is embarrassing, making the school rankings seem unreliable, like a shoddy list.

Will we lose?

Of course it will happen when a school produces genius wizards like William and Hermione, who are famous all over the world.

Half of the students at their own school are fans of both of them, and the other half see William and Hermione as rivals in love...

This... you'll have to win with your head down.

Therefore, the other schools really can't afford to play this game.

But here's the question: with so many schools, why did they choose Ilvermorny?

This moment was particularly sensitive, and William suddenly realized:

"Is this Potions tournament for that Snakewood?"

Babbling nodded helplessly.

"Besides the golden crucible, the headmaster decided to award some of the leaves to the winning school."

William chuckled; Ilvermorny was being generous this time.

Slytherin's Wand, one of the nine Deathly Hallows, is transformed into Snakewood, the leaves of which possess magical healing properties.

It is said to be able to revive the dead and heal flesh and bones. Drinking it as tea daily can also prolong life.

Whether it's an exaggeration or not is another matter, but its annual output is limited, Ilvermorny never gives it to outsiders.

Even a professor like Babbling, who works at the university, only gets a limited number of leaves.

This time, however, they generously offered it as a prize, indicating that they had already realized something was amiss.

That's quite normal; that Pukwudgie who followed Isolt had lived for at least three hundred years.

It would be perfectly logical for him to notice something amiss and then inform Principal Eulalie Hicks.

Hicks, however, was even more daring, directly using the leaves as a price to form an alliance with the other three schools.

The competition is secondary; the real goal is to protect the Snakewood and prevent others from taking it away!

After all, compared to the tree, the leaves are the least valuable thing.

"So, what's the situation in the cave at the base now?" Hermione asked curiously.

"The Horned Serpent has been driven away, and that Pukwudgie is guarding the area around the roots day and night; no one can get close," Babbling said.

That Horned Serpent was truly pitiful; it appeared in Isolt's dream and gave him its horn... It took hundreds of years of digging to finally create a passage.

I never expected that just when things were almost finished, they would steal all the credit. Calling them the ultimate wage slave is an understatement.

Where can it go to reason with anyone?

"Besides that Pukwudgie, there are three other professors from different schools..." Babbling paused before continuing.

"And the Auror of the Magical Congress are stationed in Ilvermorny."

With the Snakewood leaves as payment, the other schools also contributed significantly.

As a matter of utmost importance, Ilvermorny naturally receives strict protection from the United States Congress.

In addition, Tom's prison break last time caused such a big commotion.

Appalachia Prison is not too far from Ilvermorny.

The Auror stationed here can also serve a protective role.

Therefore, the situation is now quite clear.

To protect the Snakewood, Ilvermorny put four layers of protection on it!

This school itself is a military fortress.

Besides Pukwudgie, Magical Creatures that has lived for hundreds of years, there are also four school teachers protecting them.

With the Auror stationed there... it's truly an impregnable fortress.

"Does that mean we have no chance of getting the Slytherin's Wand?" Hermione asked, frowning.

William patted her head and laughed, "No, Hermione, we're not in a hurry."

Tom is the one in a hurry now; he'll figure out a solution.

Tom was the one who most wanted the Slytherin's Wand, after all, he had been plotting for four years since his resurrection.

Even in this situation, he surely has a way to get the Slytherin's Wand.

William and his group, on the other hand, preferred to remain still, hoping to take advantage of the chaos... Otherwise, what would be the point of creating a disguise like "Targaryen"?

Ilvermorny is the cicada that has been hiding in the ground for eighteen years. This Easter, it will finally emerge and climb up the vines.

Tom is a snake, coiled up in a tree, ready to eat a cicada; William is a sea eagle, circling in mid-air.

Be ready to deliver a fatal blow to the snake at any time!

Therefore, patience is the most important thing.

William advised Hermione to be patient, while Tom, far away in Washington, D.C.., was rather impatient.

The grandfather clock chimed once, and Tom looked up at it.

Fifteen minutes remain before the battle begins.

He strode toward the living room, passing a corridor adorned with several priceless Italy antiques, Piranesi's etchings, Savonarola's chairs, and a Bulgarini silver oil lamp.

This is the home of a Muggle official, but it has now been requisitioned as a temporary meeting place.

As he passed the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked out at the building, a mocking glint in his eyes.

The bright dome of the United States. Capitol stands like a lighthouse against the dark winter night sky.

But today, this lighthouse is about to collapse.

After he entered the main living room, he saw many Scourers standing there, all wearing masks, staring at the young, recently promoted executive in front of him.

Despite his youth, he possesses great charisma and influence, especially this man who entered Appalachia Prison alone and led a group of criminals on an escape.

This is the true wizarding leader who can lead the Scourers to glory.

Therefore, witnessed by high-ranking officials, Tom was promoted to the thirty-third level, the highest level specifically for opposing the Magical Congress, in a secret ceremony before Christmas.

His first order was to storm the United States Congress. Capitol.

But none of the Scourers questioned it; all they did was fanaticism.

Tom looked at everyone, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"I want to create a new United States according to my vision, where every artist needs a blank canvas, so... all of this has to disappear."

Go, storm the Capitol, occupy it, and I will wipe Washington, D. C., from your hands.

Everyone rushed out.

Only Tom, with a faint smile on his lips, gazed at the building.

That's the treasure trove; it's buried somewhere there.

Only a handful of people know of its existence... and even fewer know of its awe-inspiring power and ingenious methods of concealment.

"Now, it's open to me," Tom thought.

Earlier, he had gone to the wrong place, thinking he was hiding in the Appalachia Prison.

But this time... there won't be any mistakes!