The space behind the oil painting is very narrow, a **** leading to the depths of the secret room.

The **** was steep and slippery, with marble walls on either side.

In the depths, there is a faint light scattered, like a ghost fire.

And the stale air wafting up, warm and pungent, with a strange mix of complex smells... choking potions, soothing incense sticks, musk of human sweat glands.

And what overwhelms everything is that claustrophobic feeling of crampedness, and... the smell of death.

With his wand in hand, William walked vigilantly through the passage and into a room.

The room looked unremarkable, with only bookshelves, tables, chairs and some odds and ends.

But on the table, there are many magical medicines.

William took a sniff, the smell was not unfamiliar, mixed with unicorn blood.

Unicorns are truly a treasure in the magical world.

Back in the day when Voldemort attached himself to Quirrell, he grabbed unicorns and used their blood to restore power.

And now, cultivating silently, unicorns can still play a huge role.

Animal lovers, send a strong condemnation!

Although William condemned in his heart, it did not prevent him from quickly collecting the blood and putting it in his safety form.

In the corner, he also found several ivory boxes, each with a special code.

He picked up a box, covered with unicorn calf, wrapped in magical powers.

It was a tiny black oily mass that beat, swirled, hissed rhythmically, and emitted powerful magical waves.

This is obviously the silentness that was stripped out of the little wizard's body!

William waved his wand, and all the useful things in the room were loaded into the safety table by him.

Including those who are silent.

Although he will not deliberately make silent, but he can't let these things continue to stay here.

To stay here, either to be taken away by the purgers, or to fall into the hands of the Magical Congress of the United States.

William did not believe in the character of these terrorists and politicians.

After all, not everyone is Piquelli.

Besides, even though Piquelli destroyed the silence back then, today this kind of thing... didn't it still happen?

Even the top officials of the Magic Congress have been infiltrated by the purgers, and it seems that they have become "SHIELD" in the shape of a hydra.

William couldn't believe this state agency.

Of course, the Magic Council will definitely investigate after the fact.

But does William care?

He even broke into the British Ministry of Magic and destroyed the entire Hall of Time to restore the Ravenclaw crown.

Will he care about the investigation by the Magical Congress of the United States? !

William searched carefully and took everything he could take away.

At this time, Hermione's cry came.

"William, come here quickly."

He walked over quickly, and it turned out that Hermione had found another secret room.

On one side, the floor is cut into a regular five-pointed star, and one corner of the five-pointed star points to the corner of the wall.

A narrow crack, cleverly hidden between the two overlapping walls, became an entrance and exit.

After William passed through the cracks, he saw many small cells, many of which housed children aged six or seven.

It turns out... Graves didn't just arrest seven children, but seven children in New York! !

Who knows how many children he has harmed over the years?

William followed Hermione further into the room, following her guidance and looking at the cage in the corner.

It was a boy of about ten years old, lying on the ground with a broom beside him.

Lucas Picquili - Meera's younger brother.

William breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as nothing happened, he was really worried that he came here and found that Meera's younger brother was dead.

The two opened the cell and put all the children into the safety table.

After all this was dealt with, William started connecting with Newt and Tina.

Before leaving, he gave Newt and Tina a double-sided mirror for easy contact.

There is nothing unusual about Newt's side, but the Magic Congress...

Tina in the mirror, said quickly:

"I've notified Pete Picquili that the Magical Congress is mobilized.

But Graves was not found. Someone saw him and Meera, walking towards the basement floor, and should have not left the Capitol building. "

"I see." William nodded and said, "Let's go there immediately!"

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At the entrance of the Woolworth Building, a crowd of onlookers stood.

In addition to the Magical Congress officers who rushed out of the building, there were a large number of Muggles.

The Woolworth Building is the place with the largest flow of people, and the entrance is still Broadway...

There is an accident here, so many Muggles onlookers can imagine.

Several Aurors used magic to form a wall, pushing the crowd back a little distance.

But it was useless, the crowd was too dense, and they seemed to feel that their safety was nothing.

There are even cameras that hang high above the square, and the cameras of various media are constantly taking pictures.

The chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States, Stick Wilkins, did not stop him.

The Aurors themselves are not enough, and they all entered the building to search for Graves. At this time, they can't care about these Muggles.

More importantly, there is no need to drive away.

As President of Congress, he has always cared about Muggle affairs, especially after the nuclear crisis in Paris that year.

He had seen such an interesting question in a Muggle newspaper.

What if a nuclear bomb goes off and you're not far away?

The best answer is not to run away, not to panic.

Instead, take this opportunity to make a cup of cappuccino, sit quietly in a chair, and enjoy the gorgeous "fireworks".

Because...you can't escape at all.

This is the case now.

Once what Tina Scamander said was true, Graves did prepare a lot of silence, trying to destroy New York... Muggles must die.

There is no need to disperse at all.

And if it's fake news, at most it will erase everyone's memory afterwards.

Of course, Wilkins could leave and Apparate at any time.

But wait.

He can sit in the position of chairman, and he cares about his approval rate all the time.

Political posturing is still to be done, how can one run away immediately?

Afraid... Of course Wilkins was afraid of the group.

That is silent.

Stick never underestimated the power of the silent, because he had seen the scene of the silent eruption.

In the Battle of New York that year, Cresden, who was silent, almost destroyed New York.

As a young man at the time, he happened to witness the destruction.

So, when Mrs. Scamander brought this news, Wilkins' mood can be imagined.

As for why he believed Tina's words, apart from trusting the old man's character.

the most important……

In the center of the Magic Congress Hall, the huge turntable, the font has become:

Wizarding World Exposure Threat Level:

Fatal, unexplained phenomenon!

Wilkins was melancholy.

I read the newspaper the other day that Stark was participating in the British Wizarding War.

He also joked with his secretary:

"Fortunately, the war has started, and Stark can't take advantage of the holiday to come to the United States.

It's really good news to congratulate. "

Stark didn't come, why does this still happen? !

Just as Wilkins was distracted, Pete Picquili came over.

He quickly said: "Mr. Chairman, should the Aurors be withdrawn? It's too dangerous here."

Once silently erupted, there would be no Apparition within the Magic Congress, and those Aurors would surely die.

These living forces cannot be lost.

"Get out." Wilkins nodded, glancing at Quarry with pity.

To withdraw means to give up New York and allow it to be erased.

As for the man in front of him, his son is missing, and now even his daughter is being held hostage.

But Chairman Wilkins took pity on himself.

Some time ago, he also mocked Fudge for being ousted ~lightnovelpub.net~ like a stupid dog.

He made up a joke about Dongge, Xifu, Nanke, and Beilu. I'm afraid he's going to follow in the footsteps, right?

As much as he was terrified of Stark coming to America, Wilkins now looks forward to it...here he is.

That young wizard, a walking city destroyer...wherever he goes, things will happen.

But at least, the ability to turn the tide!

Now, who will turn the tide and stop New York from being destroyed?

Wilkins is willing to use half of his life to pray for that savior... to appear!

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