Section 313

"If you want to go in and succeed..." Weizet said, "Maybe you will face more serious consequences..."

"Not only will you lose the memory of coming here, but you will even lose more memories, including everything you know...about superpowers."

"Then I'm leaving now?" Olga Goizueta's expression changed, as if she had no doubt about what Vizette said.

Weizet was noncommittal, "My suggestion is... if you want to explore, it's best to investigate strange phenomena covertly through surveillance cameras, and don't think about actually breaking into the so-called hidden world."

"Okay, okay!" Olga Goizueta lowered her head and bit the strap, raised her head skillfully, twisted her palms, and untied the knot that entangled her palms and handles.

"When I go back, I will warn them again!" He recalled the previous pictures, "If you encounter harassment from those people again... please tell me!"

"Tell you?" Weizet asked, "What should I tell you? At least give me a contact method...such as an email or address?"

"Are you actually so up to date with the times?" Olga Goizueta muttered, taking out an address book from her pocket and writing down her email and address.

"Georgia...Atlanta..." Weizet looked at the content on the note, "He actually came from such a far away place..."

"It seems that he doesn't need to work at all, he has all kinds of strange ideas, and he is connected with the Aeronautics and Space Administration... He is indeed an extraordinary person!"

Coming out of the "other world" this time, because of the appearance of the skeleton, Wizette had many new associations.

If the appearance of those "dim" is due to the New York attack, it means that the "other world" not only contains the wisdom of wizards, but should also contain the wisdom of all mankind.

Continuing to extend this line of thought, only the wisdom of all mankind can weave such a splendid galaxy, so fascinating.

It is precisely because of this that Vizette reminded Olga Goizueta to keep Olga Goizueta vigilant to avoid being discovered by excessive contact, which would lead to the erasure of memory.

Now that the New York attack will trigger darkness, if Olga Goizueta continues to explore, will there be changes in the "other world"?

This is something worth studying.

…

A rich male voice appeared, "Mr. Lovegood? Why are you here?"

Weizet raised his head and found another acquaintance. The MAC Auror that Rita Skeeter had mentioned when she was interviewing him was named Paul Smith.

Paul Smith looked at the retreating figure in the distance, "Mr. Lovegood, that person is..."

Weizet said: "A Muggle... as you call it, a No-Maj."

"Maybe it's because it's more prosperous here?" Paul Smith lamented, "There are more and more No-Majs with all kinds of strange ideas..."

"There are not enough strikers, and we even need to dispatch Aurors to erase more memories to maintain the Secrecy Act. Sometimes I really think...do we really need to maintain the Secrecy Act?"

"Can we really hide it? I can't understand those things made by No-Majs anymore... Some things are really useful, and they seem to have their own magic..."

Olga Goizueta's back disappeared completely, and Paul Smith said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, Mr. Lovegood... I'm too verbose."

"You are right, Mr. Smith." Weizet smiled slightly, "Excuse me...what happened to Central Park? Why was it suddenly closed."

He added, "Of course...if this is something that needs to be kept secret, then just pretend that I haven't asked about it, and you don't need to take it to heart. I'm just curious."

"As a student, curiosity is normal!" Paul Smith smiled, "It's not something that needs to be kept secret..."

"And this is the question you raised. Of course I know everything... In fact, the No-Maj government wants to recover the meteorite, and we will assist, that's all."

"That's right! Miss Lovegood's side is actually just a routine question, so you don't have to worry too much. The reason for doing this is mainly the director's suggestion."

Weizet asked: "Mr. Graves?"

Paul Smith explained: "So far, we have not been able to determine who is the real mastermind of the New York attacks..."

"They are hidden too deeply... The Appaloosa family is only the executor... Therefore, the director is worried about your safety, so he will treat them with caution."

"As long as it's clear that this was an accident and we clean up the scene, we can hand over the meteorite to the No-Maj government."

Weizet said sincerely: "I'm afraid this will increase your workload a lot, thank you very much!"

"Mr. Lovegood, you are too polite!" Paul Smith waved his hand, "New York can recover so quickly because of your help."

"If without your help, the fire dragon caused more damage to New York...or even spread outside the city and spread to other states...then we would be even more distressed!"

He looked behind him and lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Lovegood...the director is a very responsible person."

"It's just because of some family history that he is more aggressive towards European wizards... He was originally quite easy-going, and he would definitely do it himself when he was on duty."

...

Paul Smith's words confirmed Vizet's guess that the reason why Central Park was closed was because the Muggle government wanted to get the meteorite.

As for Luna's trip to the Magic Congress, it was a protective measure taken by Liam Graves for safety reasons, and it itself had nothing to do with this matter.

If it follows normal procedures, the Magic Congress only needs to clean up the scene and confirm that there is no black magic on the meteorite, and then it can be handed over to the Muggle government.

Unknowingly, the time came to noon.

Looking at the beautiful sun, Vizet stretched, "Since we are out... Let's buy a piece of cake that Luna likes before going back!"

Chapter 127 A Night of Remus Lupin

New York City, Brooklyn, Hunts Point Community.

The air is filled with the smell of diesel truck exhaust, which is intertwined with the smell of industrial exhaust, making it particularly sweet.

Hunts Point is usually dangerous at night, full of gang fights, drug deals and shootings;

It was only because the fire dragon attacked here and burned all the drugs and guns that it became safer and temporarily in the stage of street fighting.

Remus Lupin was wearing a tattered windbreaker and buried his head very low. Only when the old, weak, women and children greeted him would he raise his head and squeeze out a smile as a response.

He walked quickly through a narrow alley, hid two unconscious people in the garbage, and then pushed open a creaking wooden door and entered a gloomy corridor.

What hit him was an old, damp smell. The walls on both sides of the corridor were mottled, as if telling of the erosion from the years.

Under the dim light, the cracks and stains on the floor were clearly visible, and the groaning of the wooden boards could be heard with every step.

He walked to the door of his room. The door lock was full of scratches and dents. It was obviously forced open countless times and had almost no security.

Lupin had no such concerns, as he had nothing to lose;

As for the truly precious things, he kept them all in his head, and Muggle thieves had no way of stealing them.

The space in the room was suffocating. You could see all the corners at a glance;

A simple bed was placed against the wall, the mattress was as thin as paper, and the sheets and bedding were full of stains that could not be washed off.

The pillow was also completely collapsed, with an extremely flat arc on the surface, obviously bearing the weight of countless sleepless nights.

The room was small enough that Lupin saw the visitor who had been waiting for a long time.

It was an old man in a light blue silk robe, with a long beard that could fall to his waist;

He also wore a wizard hat with a sunflower decoration on the tip of the hat. Although this outfit seemed a bit out of place, it would not look out of place on the old man.

Lupin could hardly believe his eyes, his throat seemed to be choked, and he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Remus, long time no see!"

The old and gentle voice came first, causing Lupin to tremble all over and regain the ability to speak.

"Principal Dumbledore! How did you appear here... It's Professor McGonagall!"

"Yes, she told me you were here." Dumbledore nodded, conjured up a set of tables and chairs, a set of tea sets, and started to make tea.

The fragrance of tea spread everywhere, easily dispelling the musty smell in the room.

Lupin couldn't help sniffing, and wanted to hold his breath again.

This is tea from the Gryffindor common room, and he will never forget it;

It is precisely because he can't forget this smell that he doesn't want to smell it again...

Whenever he smells this smell, he will remember the most beautiful time;

His thoughts will drift farther and farther, to that unforgettable night...

He came back from the north of England and learned that James, Lily and Peter had died, and Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban as a traitor...

Good things are always short-lived, and pain is long-lasting, just like his "lycanthropy"...

"Sit down and have a drink!" Dumbledore called, putting a box of muffins on the table, "We have to chat for a while."

Listening to Dumbledore's gentle voice, Lupin nodded, as embarrassed as receiving the admission notice, not knowing how to face Dumbledore.

He still remembered the memory from when he was eleven, because that was the beginning of his wonderful life;

It was very similar to now, when Headmaster Dumbledore also came uninvited, eating muffins while playing Gobstones with him;

Dumbledore was not very good at Gobstones, and only after being sprayed with stinky juice on his face did he talk about letting him go to school;

In order to let him go to school with peace of mind, Dumbledore promised to hide his lycanthropy and prepare a house every month to help him spend those full moon nights;

Whether it was that house, the secret passage to the house, or the Whomping Willow planted at the entrance of the secret passage, all were done by Dumbledore to avoid accidents as much as possible.

"You left without saying goodbye that year... I didn't expect you to come here." Dumbledore brought the teacup to Lupin, "I have good news for you!"

He took out a few magic photos from his pocket, which showed Harry participating in Quidditch, "Look! Harry has been enrolled, and he has joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Lupin took the magic photo and looked at Harry's face, tears quietly running down his thin face, "He looks a lot like James... they are just like two peas in a pod!"

"Yes!" Dumbledore smiled and picked up a muffin and handed it to Lupin, "And he, like James, has become an excellent Quidditch player!"

"From that time to now..." Lupin took the muffin and put it on the teacup, his eyes still fixed on the magic photo, "He is worthy of being James's child! He can join the Quidditch team in the second grade!"

Dumbledore added: "After he entered school, he joined the Gryffindor team at the recommendation of Minerva."