Hogwarts: The Obscurial War School

"Huh-huh-didn't you catch up?" Newt and the dizzy Jacob stood in the ruins with their arms akimbo. The place was severely damaged, and the upper half of the two buildings were smashed to the ground.

Fortunately, this does not seem to be a residential area, but an office building. Otherwise, many Muggles would be killed by such destructive power.

"I, I - vomit!" Jacob vomited, and the strudel that his goddess had carefully prepared for him was vomited all over the floor.

"Sorry, Jacob, it will be a bit uncomfortable for people who are not used to having their entourage appear multiple times in a short period of time." Newt apologized.

"No, I'm fine...just a little - yuck!"

"The farce is over, Mr. Scamander!" Tina appeared in front of them with a wand, the wand flashed faintly, and the spell was ready to go.

"Tina? You don't understand the seriousness of the matter! That is a terrible creature!" Newt defended.

"Yes! It's terrible! Very terrible! I saw it, it destroyed several blocks!" Tina interrupted Newt rudely. She looked at Jacob who was vomiting and looked at Newt hatefully: "What did you do to him? He's still a patient!"

"It's just the aftereffects of the follower's appearance. It will be fine after a while."

"Just? I'm sorry Mr. Scamander, I have to take you to the Magic Congress. What you did can no longer be described as negligence and accident." Tina flicked her wand, Newt was instantly disarmed, and his His hands were forcibly tied behind his back, and the suitcase in his hands fell to the ground.

"Tina, no! We have to find it quickly! We...wuwuwu——" Newt's mouth was sealed, and he could only whine helplessly.

Tina grabbed Newt with one hand and supported Jacob with the other: "Sorry, Mr. Kowalski, I promise you, this is the last time-"

Magical Congress, outside the Pentagon Office.

Ms. Picquery, President of the Magic Congress, talks with her most effective deputy, Mr. Graves.

"did you find it?"

"No, all our personnel have been dispersed, but most of them are maintaining the situation, cleaning up memories, and restoring destroyed streets and buildings-"

"Is this what Aurors should do? I want you to find the culprit! Mr. Graves, look, look!" Picquery pointed at a magic map, which kept flashing and disappearing—— That is a real-time magic map of New York. Through this map, the Magical Congress can grasp the situation in New York at every moment. But this is just a side effect. The real purpose of the map is to supervise the owner of each wand.

The map of destroyed street communities continues to grow. Although the magnitude of the damage decreased, the scope of the damage expanded, and even the east and west ends were attacked simultaneously.

Grindelwald frowned, Picquery didn't know, didn't he know?

He was almost obsessed with searching for Obscurus. As early as after leaving Second Salem, Grindelwald ran towards the location where he was attacked.

But what he saw was not the Obscurus he expected to see, but a bird snake, an invisible beast, and several other magical animals.

"I'm going to a meeting now, Mr. Graves. I hope you can hear good news before the meeting ends." Picquery turned and entered the office.

The Pentagon Office is used as the office of the President of Congress on weekdays and is also used for receptions by the President. But today, it is the place used by the Magical Congress of Magnesia to hold a grand meeting. The Pentagon Office was influenced by the design of the debate rooms of the British House of Commons and the House of Lords, and the overall presentation is in the style of a Gothic debate room.

There are stepped seats on both sides. These seats are usually hidden by magic, but at this moment they are filled with participants who have rushed from the Ministry of Magic around the world.

Chairman Picquery sighed secretly and took the position of Speaker of the House of Commons inside.

This is not because the Magic Congress is the host. If there is no way to solve the crisis of the expiration of the "Secrecy Act", her current position will be the altar of the flag.

"Our friends from Magnesia can actually allow loopholes in the national secrecy law, threatening to expose everyone..." Heinrich Eberstadt, representative of the Swiss Ministry of Magic, directly expressed his dissatisfaction and condemnation of the Magic Congress of Magnesium. .

Picquelin couldn't hide the look in her eyes that she wanted to kill someone. The chaos of the past few days had made her exhausted.

Regardless of whether he is a wizard or not, whether he is in a high position or not, whether he is a genius or not, the first thing to understand is that Picquery is a woman.

A woman in rage.

"The guy who let Gellert Grindelwald escape has no right to lecture me here."

Eberstadt was choked. To be honest, although the Magical Congress of Magnesia is not as powerful as the Muggle world in the wizarding world, it is definitely not comparable to the Swiss Ministry of Magic, considering its land area.

In terms of the number of wizards, Switzerland cannot compare with the Magical Congress.

There is an unwritten rule in the wizarding world - having a wizarding school is the benchmark for measuring a Ministry of Magic.

At this point, the Magical Congress, which monopolizes Ilvermorny, is far from being comparable to Switzerland, which shares Durmstrang with so many countries in Europe.

On the other hand, the failure of the recent operation against Grindelwald launched by the Swiss Ministry of Magic has also greatly damaged the prestige of the Swiss Ministry of Magic.

If it weren't for the tiger skin from the International Federation of Wizards, Eberstad would not dare to say anything.

But he never expected that when he became a pawn, he would be stabbed in the lungs by Picquery. Sprinkling salt on the wound is not enough, this is opening up the trigeminal nerve and stuffing a ton of snowflake salt into it!

There were hundreds of delegates, and there were always those who wanted to watch the excitement, and their playful glances further hurt Eberstadt's heart.

Isn't this a convention to criticize the Magical Congress? He didn’t even think about the fact that criticism and struggle still come and go!

Just when Eberstadt was sweating behind him, the one who came to the rescue was someone from the Magic Congress——

"Mr. Chairman, I'm very sorry to disturb you, but the situation -" Tina dragged Newt and supported Jacob as she stomped into the room. The sudden gazes from hundreds of pairs of eyes made her heartache. With a click, the words that came to my mouth suddenly fell silent: "Emergency..."

Even a fool can know that so many people gathering here in the middle of the night are definitely not discussing what to eat for breakfast.

Tina was crying in her heart, why weren't there two people standing at the door of such a big meeting?

Newt and Jacob were also stunned. Jacob had never been noticed by hundreds of people at the same time, let alone hundreds of wizards.

As for Newt... his mouth was sealed, but the horrified look he looked at the British representative said everything——