Magical Power Capable of Destroying New York
United States,
The Magical Congress Building.
William never expected that he would return to this place so soon after leaving.
However, he also transformed himself from Professor Ilvermorny, who "looks like Stark," into a hero who "captures the leader of the Scourers."
Although the leader was young and looked like a child, no one would really treat him like one because of his persuasive abilities.
William and Hermione sat in the interrogation room, with Auror guarding the door.
William cast a spell to mute the sound and prevent the Auror from eavesdropping.
Then he told Hermione what Tom had just told him.
Leaving aside Tom's purpose in going to prison, Hermione was more concerned with the so-called... "Wizarding World Exposure Plan."
"Magical power powerful enough to destroy New York in an instant?" Hermione hesitated. "Is there such powerful magic?"
She might believe it if it were Muggle nuclear bomb, but magical power...
"Back then, Grindelwald almost destroyed Paris with a single Fiendfyre," William said in a low voice.
"But ultimately, it was Grindelwald who was truly powerful, not Fiendfyre."
"Any random wizard could destroy an entire neighborhood with Fiendfyre, that would already be considered impressive."
William's meaning is clear:
He didn't believe that a wizard of Grindelwald's caliber existed within the small Scourers organization.
Such a genius is a once-in-a-century phenomenon.
If such individuals truly exist among those Scourers, they wouldn't need to hide; they could simply raise their banners and start stirring up trouble in the United States.
So, what exactly does Tom mean by "the magical power that can instantly destroy New York"?
The two could not reach an agreement, and the interrogation next door had already ended.
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Peter Picquery, the Head of the Auror Office, enters the interrogation room.
Yes, this man is Mera Picquery's biological father.
Mera had just spoken to them several times... With that connection, neither William nor Hermione could possibly be given any trouble.
It's even less likely that he'll end up like Newt, who was captured and tried by Grindelwald disguised as Graves on his first trip to New York.
And then I'll be asked a jealous question:
Why does Dumbledore?
However, if Peter really wanted to ask, then he would probably have to ask:
Why does my daughter Mera like you so much?!
Peter didn't ask the question in the end. He looked at the two of them and said:
"Thank you both for capturing that wizard; he was very dangerous."
William nodded modestly, considering it a trivial matter.
Peter looked at William cautiously and said:
"Do you know his background, Professor? Is he a student of Ilvermorny?"
William shook his head and said, "No, I remember all the students in the school, but definitely not him."
Peter sighed; he didn't think such a person... could be a student.
The trail went cold.
Veritaserum can indeed be used, but they are not a cure-all.
A skilled user of Occlumency can resist the effects of Veritaserum and utter falsehoods.
"However..." William suddenly said, "I suggest you negotiate with Hogwarts."
Those eccentric yet brilliant students are usually produced by Hogwarts.
Look at Dumbledore, Voldemort, Newt Scamander...
Peter: "..."
Good heavens... as expected, rivals are enemies.
Then they started relentlessly criticizing Hogwarts.
"Are you going to send him to jail?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"Yes, he will be imprisoned, miss," Peter assured him.
"He will be imprisoned in Appalachia Prison and will never escape."
The Magical Congress first settled in the Appalachia Mountains and built defensive structures.
However, due to its unfavorable location, the Magical Congress decided to relocate again.
The old site couldn't just be abandoned, so it was repurposed and transformed into a magic prison.
However, since Peter is going to put Tom in jail, his plan has basically succeeded.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from the doorway, and Mera ran over.
Peter narrowed his eyes and said sternly:
"Miss Picquery, how many times have I told you, don't barge in during the trial."
You're no longer Auror from the Auror Office, you're from the Office of Magical Security...
But Mera looked flustered, and she stammered, interrupting:
"Dad, Lucas... is missing."
Inside the huge room,
A man walked in.
Carrying his latest prey, he walked towards the study, finally stopping in front of the large oil painting "The Salem Witch Trials".
The oil painting depicts twenty girls on trial, their expressions of fear vividly portrayed.
He stood there, admiring the expressions for a long time, each one bringing him immense joy.
After an unknown amount of time, the man stretched out his palm and tapped the right side of the large picture frame with his wand.
The oil painting moved onto the wall, moving around a central axis like a revolving door.
Hidden door!
The prey struggled desperately, but the man's hand gripped it like a vise, and he stepped into the dark room behind the canvas.
The room looked unremarkable: bookshelves, a table, chairs, and some odds and ends.
However, this is only a small part of the dark room.
He also created a considerable space, which he partitioned off using Undetectable Extension Charm, specifically for storing his prey.
Those small cages were even specially decorated with defensive magic to prevent the prey from escaping.
After placing the newly captured prey into the cage, the man continued crafting his "weapon."
He took a prey that had been stored for many days from its cage and used magic to trap it on the operating table.
After a period of training, this prey has met the necessary conditions for a suitable breeding ground:
It was filled with despair, fear, and... hatred.
Not bad, not bad eyesight.
The man smiled with satisfaction.
This means... the prey is now ready to be "transformed".
After washing his hands, he began to prepare.
Two bottles of special Potions reagents:
One bottle contains a potion to relieve pain; the other contains a potion to incite hatred in the prey.
A quill pen made of raven feathers, a silver tray, and three flickering candles placed around a bronze bowl.
A small bowl made of pure copper contains an inch of liquid.
Unicorn blood.
Blood is silvery-white.
With everything prepared, he laid out all the necessities on a side table.
The man walked to the shelf, took down an ivory box, returned to the side table, and placed it with the other items.
He opened the box and admired the "treasure" inside.
It is also the most powerful force in the magical world to date:
It was a small, black, oily substance that pulsed and spun rhythmically, hissing and releasing a restless energy.
The man gazed at it with fascination, but unfortunately, while he could utilize this power, he could not truly control it.
However, there's no need to be demanding. Even so, it's enough for him to destroy New York and expose the magical world.
He placed the clump of substance on a thick piece of parchment.
This Unicorn calf hide was skinned by him personally from a dead Unicorn.
Following the man's instructions, the Unicorn must die a pure and natural death, without any killing.
Only something like this can store that black substance.
The man finally raised his wand and began to mutter a spell. The black substance then appeared on the prey's forehead.
He was very skilled at this cultivation technique; with just a few days of catalysis, he could once again generate a powerful "force".
Under the eerie blue light of the basement, everything appeared both orderly and terrifying.
After the spell ended, he very carefully poured the blood, which had turned from silvery-white to blackish-red, into a glass bottle.
The man picked up the quill pen, pressed his left hand onto the parchment, dipped the nib in blood, and carefully touched it to the prey's forehead.
The prey trembled violently and let out a horrified roar, seemingly in immense pain.
The black substance slowly entered the other person's body.
Soon, the prey stopped trembling, and the black substance seemed to fill his chest cavity.
The man smiled with satisfaction.
He has already made many of these weapons.
These powerful magical forces, once fully unleashed... could instantly destroy the Magical Congress and the entire New York.
The man threw his prey back into the cage, and, feeling somewhat idle, sat down in a chair.
He was thinking about the whole plan, checking for any mistakes or omissions.
Now that news has just come that the person has been arrested, the plan is at risk of being exposed at any time.
He needs to speed things up.
Sitting at the table, the man thought to himself:
"One day, wizards will realize the effort I have put in, Muggle will thank me for what I have done."
I am the Chosen One.
I am a deity.
I am the gateway to the post-wizard age.
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