Chapter 809: The New Generation Is on the Move (Part 1)

The establishment of the "Asylum Tower" in New York's Central Park has brought some different changes to this chaotic city.

The beef fruit tree on the first floor was spawned by the wizards of the Magic Congress, and began to produce a large amount of food. The Muggle officials also shipped a large amount of food, medicinal materials, daily necessities, etc., and were loaded into the warehouse together.

On the rolling hills on the second floor, Muggles also began to live in, and they were assigned to a pointed hut as a family unit.

But these Muggles didn't settle in quickly. Anton found that many residents near Central Park had no one to pick them up. Instead, many came by car and helicopter.

What's even more outrageous is that within a few minutes of the cycle time, someone got the news that he drove his family into the battlefield where the bullets were flying, and also came to the 'Asylum Tower'.

Anton seriously suspected that Muggle officials were selling tickets.

It's hard to say that the cost of those endless supplies has already been recovered.

um~

It's none of his business.

Neville has always been the one to deal with the troublesome matters of the hut's outreach.

The troublesome things inside the hut have always been handled by Hannah.

Both of them have been able to finish well.

As for the others...

Whether it's Anton and Anna, or George and Fred, it seems that they are more or less unreliable.

Especially Anton.

The degree of unreliability of this guy has always been obvious to all. He actually allowed Voldemort, the Death Eaters, and the leaders of a large number of wizards and mercenaries to enter this 'Asylum Tower'!

All the foreign forces were stuffed into the third floor of the 'Asylum Tower' by him.

The official gate of New York is facing the Magic Congress, the large laboratory of Muggle scientists is facing the conference room of Death Eaters, and next to it is the residence of the Order of the Phoenix and the Saints, hehe, plus Muggle officials from all over the world Together with the Ministry of Magic staff.

There is no fear that the building will collapse.

With a slap on the butt, he left the building with the two Muggles and went back to his magic research.

Not to mention Dumbledore, even Voldemort is numb.

On the left, he looked at the Muggle scientist happily instructing his assistants to move the experimental equipment, on the right he looked at the members of the Order of the Phoenix who glared at him, and then cast a glance at Gellert Grindelwald who looked at him with meaningful eyes, and then not far away There is also Mr. Stark, who is said to be the president, looking at him with ambiguous eyes...

The Death Eaters glanced at the Dark Lord, hesitated to speak, moved their mouths, but didn't know how to speak.

"Ha~"

Voldemort chuckled, and waved the loose sleeves of his wizard robe, "Come in!"

This is the sanctuary that his dear student gave him in this country, why should he refuse? No, I have to shake it in front of these people!

The members of the Order of the Phoenix looked at the Dark Lord and these Death Eaters fiercely, wishing they could rush over and kill them immediately.

Unfortunately not.

They have more important tasks to do - to develop simple and practical magic for wizards to defend against Muggle bullets.

Such an opportunity cannot be wasted, and everyone is enduring it.

Classmate Neville, who was in charge of all affairs in this building, struggled to resist the urge to wave his wand. Only then did he know what the biggest aftereffect of practicing the Cruciatus Curse was.

That is to see Voldemort's face, and involuntarily want to shoot the Cruciatus Curse.

"Voldemort, none of your men are here." Neville and Hannah exchanged glances, looking thoughtfully at the retired soldier behind the Dark Lord.

Maybe Anton's guess was right. The people Voldemort brought this time were purely consumables. Even Voldemort himself came here for death.

Voldemort walked forward slowly, and seeing Neville's parents and others also stood up, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey hey..."

He stared at the expression of Neville, a little brat, and easily discovered that this person possessed a certain characteristic——extreme tenacity.

The wonderful feeling of the combination of temperament and magic power immediately reminded him of some extreme magic flavors he proposed.

Lao Fu is such a smart person, he immediately realized that some of the things he taught that kid Anton were probably learned by the kid from the Longbottom family.

what is this?

student's student?

Oh~ It doesn't matter, anyway, they are the people who will be killed later.

"You know them?" Voldemort stared at Neville.

"Yes." Neville nodded sincerely, "I used the Cruciatus Curse to teach Bella a hard lesson, just like I did to you before!"

"Yeah……"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "That's good, I remember you!"

Frank Longbottom stood in front of Neville, holding his wand tightly, watching Voldemort vigilantly, but he couldn't help showing a smug smile on his face.

He didn't feel anything about the unforgivable thing that his son used the Cruciatus Curse.

In fact, many Aurors of the older generation are good at using the Unforgivable Curse because of their battlefield experience, but they are not allowed to use it normally.

After the return of the Dark Lord, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, joined forces with Fudge, the Minister of Magic, to authorize them, these Aurors, to use the Unforgivable Curse to fight back.

Scrimgeour would turn a blind eye to using the Unforgivable Curse on his own children as long as no innocents were harmed.

Or……

Scrimgeour stood far away in the corner, indeed watching calmly.

Beside him, Fudge cast a glance at Neville, and looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, "You said that prophecy..."

Before Fudge finished speaking, Dumbledore stared back with an extremely stern look.

"Cornel Fudge, if I were you, I would choose to shut up!"

Fudge opened and closed his mouth, looked up at Dumbledore's tall figure, and the unfathomable blue eyes under the half-moon eyes, he swallowed with some fear, and nodded slowly.

Only then did Dumbledore regain his kind and kind smile, and patted Fudge on the shoulder, making him tremble with fright.

"Gellert, maybe we can go and see what the Muggle scientists are up to?"

The corner of Grindelwald's mouth twitched slightly, "Actually, among those people, I saw a scientist who was recorded by the Ministry of Magic of a certain country. He has the blood of a wizard."

"Merlin's beard!" Fudge couldn't help shouting, seeing the two big men staring at him together, shrinking back, but still gritted his teeth and said, "If a Muggle scientist becomes a wizard, it is absolutely A disaster!"

"Not only scientists, but leaders of some financial groups or forces are not allowed to awaken and cast magic power."

He looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, "With your wisdom, you must be able to guess what will happen, no, such a thing must not happen!"

Grindelwald sneered, "It's even more conservative than my old man, exuding a decadent smell."

Fudge wanted to be angry, but he could only look at the two big men with pleading eyes, "Most ordinary wizards, they may not even be able to beat a Muggle civilian with a pistol. Wizards The social population is too small, it is too weak, too fragile, don't do it."

This is indeed a huge problem. Voldemort doesn't care how many wizards die, as long as he stands on top of the world. He can even accept that Voldemort himself is the only wizard left in the world after death. He relies on his immortal Horcrux to directly become the god of this world.

But Dumbledore and Grindelwald had to think about this.

Lao Deng stroked the weird ring on his finger, and sighed, "How difficult it is to make a little change in this world."

As if walking on thin ice, we must be cautious, while seeking the possibility of development, and at the same time carefully control the development.

As everyone restrained subconsciously, the crowd began to disperse. Dumbledore could not help pursing his lips as he watched Mr. Stark, the Muggle official, quietly walking towards Tom's residence from a distance.

Well, there are always some people who like to walk the tightrope on the cliff, so take the opportunity to observe and see what happens next.

If something bad happens...

Then go to hell with Tom when the time comes!

Is it true that the International Federation of Wizards only dealt with disobedient wizards in order to forcefully enforce the "International Wizarding Secrecy Act"? No one knows how many Muggles died during that time!

There are always some Muggle individuals and forces that are too deeply involved, and there is no way to solve it only by the Oblivion Curse.

And things like this never stopped.

Even pure-blooded family members like Dumbledore's father and Tom Riddle's grandfather and uncle were not spared, let alone Muggles?

A cold light flashed in Dumbledore's glasses, and he snorted softly. There are always some people who will not be afraid even if the nuclear bomb is bombed tens of thousands of times, and only have interests in their eyes.