I'm Really an Alchemist

The flooded Times Square.

The No-Maj at the back of the crowd stretched its neck and wanted to squeeze forward, but couldn't even find a gap to get in. It could only listen to the voice amplified by magic and sigh with emotion.

"My friend, it turns out that there is magic!"

He sighed to the passers-by around him.

The passer-by looked pale, took out his wand from his sleeve, and shouted to the sky: "The broom is back!"

shhhhhh!

Many black spots appeared on the horizon, rushing towards the crowd.

At the moment when the broom flew overhead, the passer-by wizard stretched out his hand skillfully, grabbed the flying broom with undiminished momentum, turned over neatly, then took control of the broom and swooped towards the center of the crowd.

Dozens of wizards flew out of the crowd one after another.

Although the dozens of people are nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, they are as eye-catching as fireflies in the dark night. The No-Majs only felt a strong wind blowing over their heads, subconsciously raised their heads, and saw people riding brooms the wizard.

"my God!"

"Look!"

Some people exclaimed, some screamed, and some decisively picked up the camera to shoot.

The congress wizard quickly approached the parade group. In the center of Times Square, the parade group separated the circular guardrail. Some people stood on the high platform to speak, and some distributed leaflets to the surroundings.

Outside the circular guardrail, there are countless No-Majs.

Just seeing this amount of No-Majs made the wizards of Congress dizzy for a while. They couldn't imagine how much impact this would have. How many people knew about magic?

They gritted their teeth and rushed over the circular guardrail.

"You have violated the International Wizarding Secrecy Act and caused major accidents. You have been arrested by the Order of the Magic Congress!"

The wizard who came on a broom drew out his wand vigilantly and aimed at Boll and the others.

The No-Majs around naturally set their eyes on these new wizards.

Just seeing them hanging in the air on broomsticks was a major shock to the world view. The noise spread like waves, and many tourists picked up their cameras and took pictures non-stop.

The wizard of Congress wanted to stop it, but he didn't even know where the No-Maj were taking pictures.

Looking at the past, there are huge crowds of people.

"Do you know what you have done?" The Congress wizard lowered his height and approached Bohr on the high platform vigilantly. As long as the other party had the idea of ​​resistance, he would immediately subdue him.

The surrounding Aurors also approached cautiously.

Now they just beg each other to stop causing trouble. It would be really fun to fight in front of so many No-Majs.

Strangely, the society wizard didn't put up any resistance when the Auror approached.

They didn't even take out their wands, and waited quietly and honestly for the Aurors to come up and arrest them. This contrast made the Aurors even more surprised, as if they were the evil forces.

"We are speaking for the community of wizards."

Pohl shouted: "This is a new era, why do wizards still obey backward regulations, why can't we live in the sun, we are wizards and human beings!"

Bohr's words resonated with some wizards, and even cheered up the melon-eating crowd around them.

The female reporter turned the microphone and handed it to the Auror.

"Are you wizards too? Are you a secret organization of the government? I'm a reporter from the New York Times. Can I interview you?"

The Auror had never seen such a formation before, and when faced with the sharp question of the No-Maj reporter, he immediately panicked.

He subconsciously pulled out his wand, intending to cast a Forgetting Curse on the female reporter.

Unexpectedly, this kind of behavior made the members of the Deathly Hallows society angry. They pulled out their wands one after another and aimed at the Auror.

The other Aurors quickly drew their wands and pointed them at them.

The two sides stalemate.

The female reporter was keenly aware of the abnormality, and quickly pointed the camera over, but because of the surging magic power of the Aurors and club members, an isolation field was formed, the camera crackled, and the line was burned.

"You want to rebel against Congress?!"

Captain Auror snapped.

Pole was the only wizard who didn't take out his wand. He looked at Auror calmly and said, "We never thought of rebelling against Congress. We just wanted to speak out for wizards and fight for human rights and interests, but we will never allow you to attack ordinary people. People using the Oblivion Curse!"

The Aurors looked at each other, apparently not expecting the other party to be such a saint.

That's right, these wizards pointed their wands only at the Auror interviewed by the No-Maj, and not at anyone else.

"Put it away!" Captain Auror glared at Ball. The Auror who pointed his wand at the female reporter stiffly put away his wand.

Swish swish.

The club members put down their wands in unison again.

They want to subdue these troublesome wizards first, and then try to clear their memories, but the No-Majs around them are not fools, and they listen to the dialogue and conflict between the two forces.

After a while of brainstorming.

"I see. They are a secret organization of the government. In order to prevent magic from appearing in front of us, they will erase our memory!"

"We will have our memories wiped!"

"No wonder I always feel that my memory is not good. Was it when I was passive?"

Such fearful remarks spread to the end of the crowd, and it became,

"They're going to make us fools so we don't tell the world of magic!"

Panic spread.

Then there was a flood of escape, one after another of screaming and shouting, forming a weird movement around the group of wizards, and the group of Aurors looked more and more panicked.

They could already imagine what kind of storm these leaving No-Maj would ferment.

And the culprit of all—

Captain Auror looked at Ball indifferently, the wand in his hand turned into handcuffs, and with a click, Ball's hands were tightly handcuffed.

"You are under arrest!"

.....

The Magic Congress is on the third floor.

This is the tribunal meeting place of the Ministry of Magical Accidents and Disasters. The venue that can accommodate hundreds of people is full. There are not only senior officials from different departments of the Congress, but also the pure-blood family of America with a long history.

The old and gentlemanly Newt and his wife Tina walked into the venue arm in arm.

"Uncle, aunt."

The current Auror president hurried over and led them to a seat with a better view.

"Are there so many people?" Tina sat down and looked around, surprised by the number of spectators at the venue. She asked her nephew, "Isn't this trial just a formality?"

She used to be the president of the Auror Department, so she knew the rules here.

The Deathly Hallows society made such a big commotion yesterday, there is no need for a trial at all, and they can be directly locked in a wizard prison.

The president of Auror sat beside Newt and said with a wry smile, "It's not that simple, aunt."

Tina nodded, looked at the empty trial seat in the center of the venue, and frowned.

Newt asked, "How did the farce that happened in Times Square yesterday be resolved?"

"It can't be solved." The Auror president sighed heavily: "We only intercepted a small part of the hundreds of thousands of floating population at the end and erased the relevant memories, but there are still a large number of No-Maj who know the existence of the magical world. Don't know how to find them!"

"We can enlist the help of magical animals."

Newt said: "Sixty-five years ago, Grindelwald used silence to make the magical world appear to No-Majs. At that time, we asked Thunderbird to help him bring a memory-eliminating potion to the sky to make rain, so that Let the whole city lose that memory."

The Auror president was slightly taken aback, and also remembered that an incident similar in nature to this happened more than sixty years ago.

He gets excited.

"Yes, we can ask Thunderbird for help! Thank you very much, Uncle, I will arrange it now!"

But Tina stopped her nephew who was about to leave excitedly, and looked towards the gate of the court meeting.

"It's the same after the trial is over."

The door opened, and a wizard in his thirties with a firm gaze walked in.

He was handcuffed and accompanied by two serious wizards.

After the wizard walked into the venue, the door behind him closed slowly, and with a click, the lights in the venue dimmed, and the spotlight from the sky hit the wizard.

The venue, which was still a little noisy, quieted down.

"Pol Trick." President Auror explained softly to Newt: "He is the head of the Deathly Hallows society. Before Grindelwald left, let him be in charge of the organization."

Ball stepped into the dock.

Sitting in the center of the trial seat is the president of the National Assembly. He is wearing a special wizard robe and a high hat, and wizards in red robes are sitting slightly lower on both sides.

"Trick!"

The president of the National Assembly picked up the gavel and hit it with a solemn expression.

"You gathered a crowd to make trouble, violated the international confidentiality treaty, and even showed your magic in front of No-Maj. According to the law of the Magic Congress of America, you are sentenced to life imprisonment, imprisoned in Michtlan (American Wizard Prison), and kissed by a dementor !"

clang!

He picked up the gavel and struck again, expressionless.

"Does the defendant have any objections?"

Bohr raised his head and said, "I'm not guilty!"

In the quiet venue, Bohr's words caused an uproar, and there was a lot of noise from all around.

Pol shouted.

"The International Wizarding Confidentiality Agreement is no longer suitable for this new era. You are still unwilling to wake up and want to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich. If I am guilty, it is also a crime of exposing the truth, but I will never approve of the confidentiality agreement! "

In the venue, the noise from all sides became more and more intense.

It was so intense that the president of the Congress tapped the gavel several times in a row before slowly calming down.

"The non-disclosure agreement has been signed for more than [-] years, and it is the only regulation to maintain the stability and order of the magical world!" The president of the Congress suppressed the anger in his tone: "Without it, we would have perished due to the destruction of No-Majs!"