A Magical Hogwarts

There are those who use their lives to fight landlords; some who use their lives to touch porcelain; some who use the rest of their lives as steel **** for rich women...

And Wilkins is the first to use his life to pray for a savior.

He didn't expect to succeed, otherwise he would directly pray for world peace, so that he might be able to win the Nobel Peace Prize shamelessly like the Muggle president.

But human beings, if you stand up, if you can't achieve it, you will feel that life lacks a sense of ritual.

For example, at this time, Wilkins had just made a promise of a lifetime when he saw the crowd parted and a young wizard walked towards him.

Wilkins rubbed his eyes, a little unbelievable, the comer... very similar to Stark.

No, I'll just say it casually, I don't really want to play Shouqiu... Whether it's a **** or something else, don't take it seriously!

But the man got closer and closer, and his face was clearly Stark.

Wilkins was in a very surprised mood.

He is more like the hero in "Lost":

In desperation, decided to commit suicide. Just killed everyone, including the son... At this time, the army to rescue them came.

Why did you go a few seconds earlier, isn't this a joke? !

But then, Wilkins realized something was wrong.

Stark is still participating in the Wizarding War in England, so how can he come to New York!

He suddenly remembered that Ilvermorny had a young professor who looked a lot like Stark.

It is also the key person who found the problem tonight.

Afraid it's not him?

Wilkins is not sure whether this is a real person who is exchanged for life, or a copycat of Ilvermorny.

He looked at Tina beside the young wizard, and asked, "It's too dangerous here, didn't I tell you to leave? Mrs. Scamander, what's the matter with you?"

Tina was quick to explain, including William's identity.

Wilkins breathed a sigh of relief, it's better if it's not a real Stark.

Well, he is a little lost again... Real people are capable of turning the tide.

Shanzhai **** is useless.

William spoke quickly.

He looked at William and was slightly surprised: "Professor Targaryen, are you going to enter the Magic Congress Building?"

"My friend Meera is in there," William said. "I need to save her!"

"But if it breaks out silently, you can't phantom move in the Capitol, let alone save people, you won't be able to escape yourself." Wilkins advised.

In his view, now is simply an unsolved situation.

Graves appears to be preparing to hide Silently in the depths of the building.

It would take some time to find him, and it would be impossible to bring him out of the Magic Congress.

"I naturally have my own way." William said indifferently.

He has to go in.

Saving Meera was one thing, and William didn't want to see New York destroyed.

He clearly has the ability to stop Graves, and there is no reason to see this place destroyed.

Another point, as Tom said:

Once the purger was stopped, Targaryen was a hero of the American wizarding world.

He can even enter the Magic Congress smoothly, and then slowly rise to power.

In this way, we can also better mediate with Tom.

Of course, Europe can no longer satisfy William, and his eyes are now on North America.

Wilkins didn't want to look at the eyes of this young man and die, but as long as he said it, he will die... In case it succeeds.

"I will withdraw the Aurors, whether you can stop Graves or not," Wilkins said.

"Of course, if you can stop him, you're a hero, and I'll make you as famous as Stark."

He started to draw pie again.

William didn't care, but gave the order:

"As soon as your Aurors have left, send them to the Atlantic coast and set up defenses there."

Wilkins was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"Just do as I say!"

William ignored the other party and looked at Hermione, who was now Catherine again.

Hermione nodded slightly, the two clearly had plans.

There were indeed plans.

After all, as Wilkins said, once you go in, there is no possibility of escaping.

William needs to make some arrangements to allow himself to escape.

Saving lives is more important than saving lives.

Hermione wouldn't follow, he was William's back-up, and at a critical moment, he could save him.

After explaining everything, under everyone's attention, William entered the building of the Magic Congress alone.

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The ninth floor of the Magic Congress,

It is the bottom floor of the whole building, and it is also underground.

There is not much here, there is only one place, and that is the execution hall.

Unlike the United Kingdom, the Magic Congress of the United States has not abolished the death penalty. For the most heinous criminals, they are directly executed.

But the United States likes to flaunt humanity, so they will let the death row inmates enjoy the last happiness before they are executed.

They use a method of execution called medicated bathing.

The so-called medicinal bath is to first extract the prisoner's happiest memory and throw it into the potion.

The potion is like a Pensieve, it will concretize those memories.

And all the prisoners' minds were immersed in the memory, and then slowly entered the potion.

At this moment, there were two people standing in front of the rolling death potion.

Now, Mela could clearly feel the magic rope that bound her, embedded deeper and deeper in her flesh.

The pain was second only to the panic that the inability to breathe brought her.

The rags in her mouth slid deeper and deeper into her throat, and she felt herself gagging involuntarily, and her vision began to narrow. It's black in front of you.

Meera was on the verge of losing consciousness and felt her eyelids begin to twitch faintly and rapidly.

An arm reached over and pulled the rag out of her mouth.

Mela gasped for breath, took a deep breath, coughed and choked, and her lungs were filled with precious air.

"Enjoy this last sweet air," Graves said softly.

Meera stared at him in disgust.

She already knew that her brother was kidnapped by the person in front of her.

Graves took out a large mass of black matter from the box.

These substances are larger than any previous substances, and they seem to be many silently gathered together.

"Drowning is a very painful way to die. As an Auror, I think you know this very well."

"But don't worry, I will silently pour it into your body."

Graves said indifferently, "At the moment of your death, ten magical forces silently gathered in this group will explode directly.

That powerful force will wipe out the entire New York in an instant. With so many people with you, you will not be lonely. "

"You'll die too!" Merlin yelled.

"Of course not, you are a human hourglass." Graves smiled.

"I have calculated that it will take some time for you to die, and then the silence in your body will contact the potion, and finally it will erupt.

This time was neither short nor long, but it was enough time for me to leave the Magical Capitol in a calm manner.

Then Apparate...and run away. "

Mera glared at him, full of hatred.

But Graves ignored it completely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and began to use magic, skillfully controlling that power, instilling it into Mera's body.

Meera felt a powerful, raging force enter her, and she seemed to be splitting apart.

The pain in her head was beyond her imagination.

It is searing as the force penetrates the lungs. Suddenly, the pain rushed to her head, and she felt like her head was being clamped, and it was about to be crushed.

There was a thunderous sound in the ear.

Graves put Meera on the execution chair, and the chair slowly lowered into the potion.

"Goodbye, Meera Picquili."

Graves smiled.

Now, no one can stop it... New York is erased.

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