The Collapse of the Eiffel Tower

The moon is bright and the stars are few; a water monster flies south.

Urged on by Newt, the Kelpie went all out, increasing its speed and quickly leaving the Auror riding the flying broomstick behind.

William glanced back at the moon and was immediately speechless.

What era are we living in? Auror from the Ministry of Magic are still chasing enemies on flying broomsticks?

It's not that you can't ride them, but aside from the Firebolt that's going to be released this summer, you should at least ride the Nimbus 2000, right?

Your Nimbus 1001 is an antique from decades ago. Are you sure you're not joking?

This left William, who was looking forward to a thrilling aerial battle, slightly disappointed.

"Where are we going?" Newt asked. "Back to Nicolas's safe house, or straight out of Paris?"

William preferred to leave Paris directly.

No wizard has ever tested magic's ability to resist nuclear radiation. No one knows whether Protego or spells like the Bubble-Head Charm would be effective.

Since it's uncertain, it's highly likely to be useless. Therefore, there's a risk of exposure to nuclear radiation.

After all, nobody knows when that crazy woman Arya will detonate the nuclear bomb.

This is a highly probable event. If you're sleeping and the other person suddenly pulls this move, you won't even have a chance to Apparition.

Suddenly, the ethereal song of a phoenix echoed from William's Safety Watch.

He quickly took out a thick book, on which a phoenix was printed in the raised part.

William touched the lock, and it popped open. He turned to Nicolas's page.

Nicolas's face was revealed; the old man looked panicked, his previous composure gone.

"Oh, that's great, William." Nicolas breathed a sigh of relief. "Luckily you had this book with you; we can contact you now."

"What's wrong?" William asked in surprise.

"Prophecy! I just saw the future with my crystal ball."

What did you see?

Nicolas was somewhat incredulous, and after a moment said, "I can't describe it well, you'll have to see for yourselves."

A crystal ball appears in the photo:

A fire dragon danced in the air, and not far from it, a building billowed thick smoke, its towering spire collapsing under the flames.

A red-haired woman stood proudly atop the fire dragon's head, her long white robe fluttering in the wind.

A moment later, a magnificent mushroom cloud appeared above her head, like a dazzling firework, suddenly rising into the vast night sky.

Hermione covered her mouth, staring in shock at the mushroom cloud.

"It seems Arya has chosen Notre-Dame de Paris as her landing site!" William closed the book and sighed. "It's tonight."

"Are you sure?" Newt asked seriously.

"Sure!"

"Then I'll go inform the Ministry of Magic immediately," Newt said with utmost seriousness. "And then I'll rush to Notre-Dame de Paris."

"Okay, Hermione and I will go there right now and stop Arya!" William said.

"Don't let anything happen. If you realize something's wrong, immediately Apparition to escape Paris." The old man grabbed William's hand and solemnly instructed him.

"You are too." William nodded slightly.

Newt Apparition and leaves, returning to the French Ministry of Magic he had just escaped from.

William, meanwhile, continued to control the Kelpie by holding onto the bridle around its neck.

Hermione quickly found the map of Paris among a large number of maps, first pinpointing their location, and then swiftly locating Notre-Dame de Paris.

"Southwest!" Hermione shouted, pressing down her wind-blown hair.

"Turn around!" William pulled the horse's bridle.

The Kelpie roared, then suddenly drifted in the sky and changed direction.

"Hermione..." William called out.

"I'm not leaving!" Hermione said stubbornly.

"... Then tie us both together with a rope!" William said quickly.

"If anything seems amiss, I'll immediately Apparition and take you away from Paris."

Hermione nodded, took out a rope, pressed herself close to William, and then tied the two of them together.

"That..."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, hugging William from behind around the waist.

"They're too tight. Leave some space; don't make them look like conjoined twins, it'll restrict their movement."

Hermione said "Oh," and reached out to untie the rope. She fumbled around the boy's waist for a moment, then suddenly apologized, "William, I think I've made a knot that's impossible to untie!"

William took a breath and said softly, "... Then take it slow, no rush. We have plenty of time tonight, enough for you to figure things out."

Hermione: "..."

On the Seine,

A girl in her early twenties, dressed in a white wizard's robe, stood alone by the river.

She had high cheekbones, blue eyes, maroon hair, and a slender, graceful figure.

People came and went along the shore, and many of them stared curiously at the pretty girl dressed in strange clothes.

She stared blankly at the Seine, and after what seemed like an eternity, her eyes finally regained focus.

She raised her left hand, her slender fingers holding a wand, and tapped it a few times. A shimmering light bloomed in the darkness.

The Seine River roared and churned, making a sound like soybeans popping in a pot.

The river level suddenly rose, and an inverted bowl-shaped whirlpool appeared in the center of the river.

The river water around the edge of the large bowl suddenly overflowed the bank, stirring up the boats around it, while in the center of the bowl, the waterline rose sharply, as if a huge creature was about to emerge from the water.

The Seine, like a painting, was suddenly ripped apart by a soft, tearing sound, which then intensified until the painting shattered instantly.

A dazzling dragon's breath shot out from the vortex and exploded in the night sky.

A ten-meter-long Norwegian Ridgeback bursts forth from the water, angrily revealing itself.

It soared in the sky once, then landed on the wide street, crouching low with its wings half-folded.

It violently twisted its spiky tail, leaving a series of craters several meters long on the hard ground.

Those yellow eyes were fixed intently on Arya.

It roared, its booming sound surpassing even the thunder of summer.

Arya calmly extended her hand.

The fire dragon obediently poked its head out and touched the girl's palm with its nose.

A deafening clamor erupted from the surrounding crowd. Everyone was stunned and bewildered, staring intently at the dragon.

Dragons have always been just a fairy tale; when have Muggle ever seen a real dragon?!

The fire dragon leaped up again, flying low, then crashed into the water and slid forward rapidly.

Suddenly, magnificent splashes of water erupted on the Seine.

The fire dragon glided for dozens of meters before finally soaring into the sky, heading straight for the 300-meter-tall Eiffel Tower.

The fire dragon landed on the iron tower, its steel claws grabbing the steel bars on the tower, instantly causing sparks to fly everywhere.

It first tore the steel bars, creating cracks, and then continued to pound them, eventually crushing the entire tower structure.

The fire dragon took flight once more.

In an instant, dust filled the Champ de Mars, and with a deafening roar, the Eiffel Tower, which had stood for over a hundred years, collapsed!

Arya stood atop the dragon's head, her robes billowing, her face expressionless.

"Tonight, Paris deserves a spectacular fireworks display!"

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