Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Charlotte is riding a broomstick, more than 300 meters above the ground, holding a telescope in one hand and hot cocoa in the other. Think of someone riding a broomstick to the sky to peep in the middle of the night.

Through the binoculars, Charlotte clearly saw the group of people, all masks and black robes, and the perpetrators were equipped with props as standard, and groaned softly.

"Xiyun first rises and the sun sinks to the pavilion. The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building. The big guys are going to come out to make trouble."

For the group carrying the big box underneath, the suspected leader stood by, constantly urging them to move.

"Martin, let these guys work harder! Let this guy out before Newt takes the manticore away!" Hearing the voice, it was Andrew Graves.

"It's ready." Martin kept moving the iron cage and replied without raising his head. He counted to three with the others, bang!The iron cage was placed on the ground.

"My lord, please leave here first." Martin looked at Andrew, who nodded, and the group quickly evacuated from this place, leaving the iron cage where it was.

The sound of clanging and clanging against the iron cage resounded throughout the path. Martin and the others retreated to a safe enough place. With a spell, they untied the black cloth on the iron cage, revealing the magical animal curled up inside. The next second, the iron cage was torn apart. , the guy inside flapped his wings and went straight to the sky.

"Take Thunderbird as the end of an era, and Thunderbird as the beginning of a new era? Well, what an ambitious young man." Charlotte threw away the hot cocoa in his hand, and the hot cocoa cup turned into a A dusty pigeon, it will find a trash can and throw itself away.

The whole body was covered with the head-bubble spell to avoid being drowned by the rain. Charlotte watched this scene leisurely. The thunderbirds were singing in the sky, and the sound of the bird singing was transmitted far away, and the rumbling thunder was louder and louder.

A huge thunderstorm cloud was summoned, and from Charlotte's perspective, it covered the sky and the sun with great momentum, and lightning flashed across, illuminating the situation on the ground.

There was obviously something wrong with this thunderbird, its eyes were red, and its huge figure was rolling in the clouds. Accompanied by another rumbling thunder, the huge raindrops fell down, hitting people painfully, and the thunder light also Hitting the ground with the rain.

The concrete road was instantly torn apart, and the big trees on the side of the road were also cut off.

cracking!

The sound of the thunderbird alarmed the manticore in Central Park, and the scorpion tail hit Newt directly from behind. Newt heard the movement behind him, the armor shielded him, his tense muscles exploded quickly, and he stayed away from this place .

The scorpion tail attack failed, and it hit the ground heavily, and the Aurors who were ambushing around rushed out, and the manticore manticore just wanted to swallow the group of unsightly things in front of it.

"Don't use offensive spells, just turn this place into a swamp and trap it!" Newt supported his old waist, after all, time is not forgiving, just that one almost broke his old waist.

The Central Park where the Manticore is located is okay. No one will come to see it in the middle of the night, but the thunderbird in the sky is not good. People who are awakened by the thunder get up and look outside, and they can see a golden bird. The big shiny bird calls the wind and rain in the sky.

"What the hell is this?"

"A big bird?"

"Mysterious creatures invading the earth? I knew aliens were real!"

Those who woke up were not in the mood to go back to sleep, and all looked at the thunderbird rolling in the sky, until the thunderbird's lightning struck a building, and the glass and walls were shattered. The huge movement is destined to be a sleepless night night of.

The hands of the magic exposure level clock in the Woolworth Building were already full in the emergency frame, and the piercing sirens fell into the ears of every Ministry of Magic employee who was working overtime.

"Here's what happened."

Anxiety and fear spread to everyone. Bradley Roche, the head of security, saw the Thunderbird in the sky and quickly deployed his staff.

"Any colleagues who think they have the power to fight, please stand up! Our world needs you to defend!"

It was obviously not enough to rely on the Aurors staying behind. Bradley called on the crowd, and a group of people stood up.

"Mr. Bradley, please take me!"

"And I."

"This can't let you stand alone. Everyone knows that you want to be an Auror. Mr. Minister, I will go too!"

Bradley looked at these people from different departments with relief, and ordered, "Take your flying carpets, brooms, and anything that allows you to fly up."

People from various departments worked in an orderly manner at critical times, gathered all the supplies they needed, and watched them break into the heavy rain and head straight to Thunderbird's location, praying for them silently in their hearts.

Not long after Bradley led people away, a seriously injured man broke into the Ministry of Magic, shouting. "I need help!" He said and fell to the ground.

Several people hurried forward to help him up and sat on the chair.

"A group of monsters, I don't know what they are! But they are definitely a group of monsters. They rushed into my shop and took all my things. I'm done, I'm done." The man cried in grief, those things he He couldn't afford it for several lifetimes. Why did this kind of thing fall on him to beat the workers alone?

After listening to the man's plea for help, the staff looked embarrassed. Those who are still staying in the Ministry of Magic are all clerks, and all those with combat effectiveness have been sent out...

The thunderstorm cloud summoned by Thunderbird is getting bigger and bigger, and the rain is getting more and more violent. No umbrella or raincoat will work in this kind of weather. The howling hurricane pushes down one big tree after another, and the building becomes It was in a precarious situation, and the rainwater had not been dredged in time, and it had already accumulated on the road.

If things go on like this, just this night, New York City will be flooded. She has already thought up the script, Thunderbird Battle Royale 1.

"It's a daunting power." Charlotte sat on the broomstick with longing in her eyes.

"It's a pity that it is short-lived." In this state, even Thunderbird's powerful magic power cannot carry out a thunderstorm all night. It is consuming its own vitality. Thunderbird wears a metal collar around its neck, which is the source of its pain.

Andrew looked at Bradley with a sneer and was doing useless work. This thunderbird was specially modified and failed to catch the two cubs, so he took the next best thing and went to other places to catch the current one.

"Until the last moment of its life, it will not stop calling for thunderstorms."

Scattered crowds rode various flying tools and flew into the air. There was a flying magic carpet that was strictly prohibited in the country. Flying broomsticks were all basic operations. Charlotte also saw a flying...big wooden barrel?It also carried two wizards on it.

Although many props can be modified for flying purposes, it is hard to say whether it is legal or not.

"Mr. Bradley, what should we do?" The person on the flying carpet asked for instructions.

Bradley was sitting on a broomstick. Even though there was a magical barrier to keep out the rain, the continuous rain hit the barrier and made it difficult for them to see clearly. Fortunately, the Thunderbird was big enough and bright enough to not be afraid of it. Location not found.

"Attack first to stop it! Where is Mr. Newt?" Bradley ordered, and the wizards around him attacked one after another. A girl next to him clutched her broomstick and lay on it to resist the strong wind. , pulling his throat hard.

"Mr. Newt is catching other creatures, sir! But Mr. Newt didn't mention that the Thunderbird escaped from his crate. It came from somewhere else!"

"Obviously, we've been tricked." Bradley wasn't in the mood to think about these twists and turns. The Thunderbird in front of him was the biggest crisis right now.

He didn't dare to infer how many No-Majs saw the Thunderbird, but fortunately, most of their flying props had disillusionment charms, which could hide them and prevent the crisis of exposure in the magic world from further expanding.