Chapter 137 Billywig Worm (Modified)

Among the chaotic crowd, there were a lot of people like Professor Flitwick and Alan running away.

Professor Flitwick's short stature was very disadvantageous at this time. If he was not careful, he might be knocked down by the panicked crowd. Although Allen is only a child now, he still tightly grasped Professor Flitwick's hand, and quickly evacuated with the flow of people by taking advantage of his better height than Flitwick.

Some wizards in uniform black robes hurried past Allen and the others and ran in the opposite direction.

Allen could tell at a glance that the wizard in the middle was the chairman of the Magical Congress of America—William Picquery. His huge photo was hung in the hall, and Allen was deeply impressed by his eagle-like sharp eyes.

For the Magical Congress of America, the first priority is to catch the escaped death row prisoners and capture the escaped magical animals. Blocking the scene is definitely not within their consideration. Because the fighting between wizards is so powerful, it is definitely not a good idea to keep so many wizards trapped in the building. Instead, everyone evacuated on their own, which could more effectively reduce casualties.

Before leaving the foyer, Allen took a special look at the turntable representing the threat level of magic exposure, and the pointer of the turntable pointed to serious: unexplainable severe situation.

Allen and the others luckily left the Woolworth Building and evacuated along Broadway to the distance.

Suddenly, a series of earth-shattering sounds came from behind, and people's screams and wailing resounded through the space. All the people turned their heads to look for the source of the sound. It was the ornately carved skyscraper, the Woolworth Building, which stood on the street before.

One wall of the building cracked, the rubble on the ground began to shake like an earthquake, and then exploded, breaking away from the building and rushing forward in the middle of the street. The action was fierce and hasty—people and vehicles were knocked into the air.

Moments later, a group of Aurors apparated into the street, waving wands, and casting Oblivion and Confusion Charms on the arriving police and citizens.

"Oops! We have to get out of this place as soon as possible!" Professor Flitwick held Allen's arm and disapparated.

In an instant, they came to a long street lined with similar brownstones, one of which had been reduced to crumbling brick.

Someone was shouting, and someone hurriedly evacuated from the building. A policeman stands in the middle of the crowd, being hounded by disgruntled residents.

"Hey - hey - be quiet! I'm taking notes for witnesses..." Mr. Police shouted impatiently.

"...Let me tell you, this is a terrorist attack! Someone must have planted a bomb! I won't take the child back unless it's safe." A woman in bright red pajamas waved her arms, looking excited.

The policeman shrugged and dismissed the woman's guess. "Sorry, ma'am - we haven't received any intelligence that this is man-made…"

"It wasn't a terrorist attack—hey, officer, I saw it!—it was a dragon!" said a drunken middle-aged man triumphantly.

Professor Flitwick pulled out his wand from his sleeve and pointed at the middle-aged man.

"--an attack is a terrorist attack!" The middle-aged man suddenly changed his words, "A farmer remodeled a tractor and went on a rampage! I heard that seven cars were crushed!"

People around him agreed with him. "Assault...is an attack!"

Professor Flitwick led Allen around the crowd and walked into a narrow alley behind.

"Keeping the secrets of the wizarding world and preventing the wizarding world from being exposed to Muggles is the responsibility of each of us wizards." Professor Flitwick saw that Alan did not respond to his spell, so he couldn't help but speak. Say the lines you just prepared directly.

Although Allen actually had reservations about hiding the wizarding world, he didn't show it at all.

"I don't know what kind of creature has such destructive power?" I compared the magical creatures I knew one by one, but I didn't have the slightest idea. There are too many creatures that can cause such damage. For example, the bird and snake in Allen's pet space can do it arrive.

A small blue animal suddenly buzzed over their heads, and Allen suddenly understood why the big roulette wheel of the Magical Congress of America pointed to seriousness: an unexplainable dire situation.

In a short period of time, Alan has already encountered three kinds of magical creatures: Motra rats, unidentified creatures with powerful destructive power, and-Billywig worms.

The little blue insect with helicopter-like wings that just flew over is the Billywig bug! Billywigs are an insect native to Australia that appeared in New York, most likely a previous escape from the Magical Congress of America.

Billywigs are so agile that not only are Muggles rarely paying attention to them, but wizards don't often spot them unless stung by them.

But for Allen, who has keen five senses, in this remote and quiet alley, the sound of Billywig flying is very obvious.

"There are so many spider webs!" Allen quickly pulled out his wand and pointed, an extremely fine spider web instantly appeared directly in front of Billywig. Lun hands.

"What's that?" Professor Flitwick asked suspiciously when he noticed Alan's movements.

"Billywig." Allen handed the heavy cocoon to Professor Flitwick.

"Their stingers are one of the raw materials of Zizzy Honey!" Professor Flitwick took the cocoon and looked at it.

"It's a good spell." The professor looked relieved, "Leonard should be very happy to see this."

"You still teach well, Professor." Allen blinked, but what he was thinking in his heart was that he would never eat Zizi honey candy in the future!

Flitwick nodded happily when he heard the words, and waited for a while before he said to Allen, "It's almost there, we're going back to the Congress to have a look." Such a long time is enough for the American Aurors to clean up Endgame!

Indeed, after the prison break, a group of high-ranking Aurors from the Magic Council gathered to discuss this major emergency.

Among them was Professor Flitwick's old friend—Leonard, whose face was covered with scars at the moment, and Chairman William Picquery, the chairman of the Magical Congress of America.

"The problems exposed by this emergency are very serious, why our Aurors are late, why prisoners who should be executed immediately can escape, and why--the illegal immigrants who have been properly housed are all released. Go?" Chairman Picquery scanned the audience majestically, and all the senior Aurors present lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with the chairman.