Wizarding World Exposure Threat Level: Fatal!
The space behind the oil painting is very narrow, and it is a slope leading to the depths of the Chamber of Secrets.
The slope was steep and slippery, with marble walls on both sides.
Deep within, a faint light emanated, like will-o'-the-wisps.
There was also the murky air rising up, warm and pungent, a strange mixture of complex smells... there was the choking smell of Potions, the soothing smell of incense, and the musky scent of human sweat glands.
What overwhelms everything is the claustrophobic, oppressive feeling, and... the aura of death.
William, wand in hand, cautiously made his way through the passageway and into a room.
The room looked unremarkable, containing only bookshelves, a table, chairs, and some miscellaneous items.
But on the table were quite a few Potions potions.
William sniffed it; the scent was familiar, mixed with Unicorn Blood.
Unicorn are truly a treasure of the Wizarding World.
When Voldemort possessed Quirrell, he captured Unicorn and used their blood to restore his power.
And now, Unicorn Obscurus still play a huge role.
Animal lovers strongly condemn this!
Despite his inner remorse, William quickly collected the blood and put it into his Safety Watch.
In the corner, he also found several ivory boxes, each with a unique code.
He opened a box containing Unicorn calfskin wrapped in magical energy.
It was a small, black, oily substance that pulsed and spun rhythmically, hissing and radiating powerful magical energy.
This was clearly Obscurus extracted from the young wizard's body!
William waved his wand, and everything useful in the room was put into the Safety Watch.
Including those who Obscurus.
He wouldn't intentionally create Obscurus, but he also couldn't let these things remain here.
If they stay here, they'll either be taken by the Scourers or fall into the hands of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
William had no faith in the character of these terrorists and politicians.
After all, not everyone is Picquery.
Besides, even if Picquery destroyed the Obscurus back then, this kind of thing still happened today, didn't it?
Even the highest levels of the Magical Congress have been infiltrated by the Scourers, seemingly transforming into Nine-Headed Serpent- like "S.H.I.E.L.D.."
William simply couldn't believe the country's institutions.
Of course, the Magical Congress will definitely investigate afterward.
But does William care?
He even broke into the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic, destroyed an entire Time Room, and restored the Ravenclaw's Diadem.
Would he care about the Magical Congress of the United States of America's investigation?!
William searched carefully and took everything he could carry.
Just then, Hermione's voice rang out.
"William, come here quickly."
He hurried over; it turned out Hermione had discovered another hidden room.
One side of the floor was cut into a regular pentagon shape, with one point of the pentagon pointing towards the corner of the wall.
A narrow crack, cleverly concealed between two overlapping walls, became an entrance.
After William passed through the crack, he saw many small cells, many of which held children as young as six or seven.
It turns out... Graves didn't just arrest seven kids, he arrested seven kids in New York!!
Over the years, who knows how many children he has harmed?
William followed Hermione deeper into the room, and following her directions, looked toward the cage in the corner.
It was a boy of about ten years old, lying on the ground with a flying broom next to him.
Lucas Picquerimella's younger brother.
William breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that nothing bad happened. He was really worried that he would come here and find that Mera's brother was dead.
The two men opened the cell and put all the children into the Safety Watch.
After dealing with all of this, William began to contact Newt and Tina.
Before leaving, he gave Newt and Tina each a Two-Way Mirror so they could communicate easily.
Nothing seemed amiss with Newt, but the Magical Congress...
Tina, looking in the mirror, said quickly:
"I have already informed Peter Picquery, and the Magical Congress has been mobilized."
But Graves wasn't found. Someone saw him with Mera heading towards the underground level, so they probably hadn't left the Capitol building yet.
"I understand," William nodded. "Let's head there immediately!"
A large crowd of onlookers stood outside the Woolworth Building.
Besides the Magical Congress officials who rushed out of the building, there were also a large number of Muggle.
Woolworth Building is a high-traffic area, and its entrance is right on Broadway Street...
Given the accident, it's no surprise that so many Muggle gathered to watch.
Several Auror used magic to form a wall, pushing the crowded people back a little further away.
But it was no use; the crowd was too dense, and they seemed to think that their own safety was not a big deal.
There were even cameras from various media outlets hanging high above the square, constantly taking pictures.
Stick Wilkins, president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, did not stop it.
The Auror were already short-handed, and they were all inside the building searching for Graves, so they couldn't bother with these Muggle right now.
More importantly, there is no need to drive them away.
As Speaker of Congress, he was always concerned about Muggle affairs, especially after the Paris nuclear crisis that year.
He had seen this interesting question in Muggle newspaper.
What should you do if a nuclear bomb explodes nearby?
The best answer is neither to run away nor to panic.
Instead, I took this opportunity to brew a Quirrell, sit quietly in a chair, and admire the dazzling "fireworks."
Because... there's no way to escape.
That's the current situation.
If Tina Scamander's words are true, Graves is indeed preparing a large amount of Obscurus to destroy New York... then the Muggle are doomed.
There is absolutely no need to dispel it.
If it's fake news, at most people can just erase it from their memories afterward.
Of course, Wilkins could leave; he could Apparition and escape at any time.
But we'll have to wait a bit longer.
He was able to sit in the chairman's position because he was constantly concerned about his approval rating.
A political stance still needs to be taken; how can we just run away?
Fear... Wilkins was, of course, terrified.
That's Obscurus, you know.
Stick never underestimated the power of the Obscurial, because he had witnessed Obscurial outbursts.
During the Battle of New York, Credence, as Obscurial, nearly destroyed the New York.
He was young at the time and witnessed the destruction.
Therefore, one can imagine Wilkins ' feelings when Mrs. Scamander brought the news.
As for why he believed Tina's words, besides trusting this senior figure's character, it was also because...
Most importantly...
In the very center of the Magical Congress hall, the huge rotating wheel's lettering has changed to:
Threat level of the magical world exposed:
A deadly, inexplicable phenomenon!
Wilkins was very distressed.
I read in the newspaper the other day that Stark is participating in the United Kingdom Wizarding Wars.
He even joked with his secretary:
"Fortunately, the war broke out, so Stark couldn't come to United States during his vacation."
This is truly wonderful and joyous news.
Even Stark wasn't here, so why did this happen?!
Just as Wilkins was lost in thought, Peter Picquery walked over.
He quickly said, "Mr. Chairman, should we have the Auror withdrawn? It's too dangerous here."
Once the Obscurus erupts, Apparition will be impossible within the Magical Congress, and those Auror will surely die.
These vital forces cannot be lost.
"Withdraw." Wilkins nodded, glancing at Picquery with pity.
Withdrawing means abandoning New York and letting it be erased.
The man before him not only had his son missing, but now his daughter had also been taken hostage.
However, Chairman Wilkins felt more sorry for himself.
Not long ago, he even mocked Fudge for being ousted, calling him a stupid dog.
He made up a joke about East Gor, West Fudge, South Clin, and North Roh; is he perhaps going to follow in his footsteps?
Wilkins was as terrified of Stark coming to United States as he now longed for him to be here.
That young wizard was a walking city destroyer... wherever he went, trouble followed.
But at least, they have the ability to turn the tide!
Now, who will turn the tide and stop New York from being destroyed?
Wilkins would give half his life to pray for that the Chosen One... to appear!