In a cafe near a large Parisian large, Armandina Zoe and her colleagues came out after paying the money and were surprised to see pedestrians on the street looking towards the south bank of the Seine River.

"What are they looking at?" her colleague asked in confusion.

Armandina raised her head silently, and her eyes first fell on the Eiffel Tower a few kilometers away. Everything was normal and nothing seemed to happen. Then she caught six or seven small black dots. Is it some kind of bird? But she immediately rejected herself. There were two small dots hanging in the air and motionless. No bird could do this, right?

In the blink of an eye, one of the still birds suddenly spread its wings. Armandina felt strange because it just poked out the wing on the left.

——The next second, a huge green sign hung high in the sky, never dissipating for a long time, like a solidified firework.

A scream came from a distant place.

"It's human!" her colleague shouted, grabbing her arm tightly and said excitedly: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Look at Armandina, is it some kind of large outdoor magic? Can we invite them? How did they do it? Wire, cable, tempered glass?"

"I don't think so," Amundina whispered.

Just a few seconds after they were talking, the six or seven small dots suddenly dispersed and quickly flew in all directions. One of the black dots happened to approach them, and the black dots became clearer and clearer. Now the two of them could see the black robe he was wearing.

"What is he sitting on? Some kind of aircraft?" someone asked next to him.

"It's a broom! That's a witch's magic!" a man with sparse hair and a sloppy look shouted.

The man who had passed by their heads seemed to hear this, and he turned back, hanging in the air, looking down at the Muggles on the street below. The man raised his arm and Armandina saw a small wooden stick in his hand, and a white light flashed by.

The sloppy man with thin hair floated uncontrollably, yelling in panic, struggling desperately.

"This is magic!" The man sitting on the broom laughed loudly.

Armandina looked dazed, and a memory vaguely appeared in her mind. It was when she was in school that she heard a very beautiful boy asking the teacher in a serious tone in an open class: "What if one day magic really appears in reality?"

Now, magic has really appeared!

New York, USA.

François Crutoy walked on the famous Broadway, an important development of American drama and musicals. He was invited to perform here, but the performance was scheduled tomorrow. Therefore, after an interview with reporters, he politely declined the staff's invitation to sneak out and have some breathing.

There is no doubt that his magical experience was once again questioned by reporters, and he kept his mouth shut as always, treating what happened at the "Magic House" in Surrey as a secret that belongs to him alone. However, in recent years he has been collecting information on mysticism.

His idea was: If the mysterious man who brought him back to life was not a god, there would definitely be a group of humans with special talents in this world.

After thinking about it repeatedly, François believed that the latter was more likely because the person who cured his arm later appeared at his concert. A real god should not be so idle, right?

Unfortunately, he couldn't speak well, and I don't know if that person understood the meaning of his songwriting.

The Angel of Worry... The Magic Goddess François doesn't know what the power to heal himself is. It may come from religion or magicians. He learned from many fantasy novels that those magicians worship magic goddesses...

Before he knew it, he came to Manhattan and stood in front of the Woolworth Building. Local staff recommended him the more well-known buildings nearby. In addition to the familiar theaters, this skyscraper is also on the list.

François has heard its name. The Woolworth Building was built at the beginning of this century. It was the tallest building in the world at that time and was very legendary. Even if the height was aside, its neo-Gothic style was of great aesthetic value. As I thought, a group of men in black formal attire walked out of the artificial sliding door.

François looked at them in surprise. His previous attention was attracted by the grand revolving door, and he did not pay attention to the small door. These people walked in a hurry and had a serious expression. The leading man gave the order seriously.

François turned his back to them, and at the same time he raised his ears, some words drifted into his ears:

"…The exposure level of the magic world is abnormal...must be related to Grindelwald...I went to the UK and attended the funeral and obtained the authorization of the security supervisor. If necessary, you can use force..."

François turned his head curiously, he seemed to hear magic? François was excited. He quickly followed the group of people, but he did not dare to lean too tightly, so he could only stick far behind. The people turned into the gap between the two buildings. He accelerated his pace and saw the last man take out a small wooden stick from his suit pocket.

Magic Staff? He thought excitedly, but it seemed much smaller than what he saw in comic books...

François stood on the edge of the building and took a few deep breaths, thinking about how to introduce himself in his mind. How about starting with "I know a magical friend"? He felt ready and rushed into the shadow.

François looked around in a daze, all the people disappeared, and looking around, there were only a dozen bicycles that were tilted around. He walked back and forth twice without believing in evil, but nothing happened, and he returned to Broadway again.

There was a rush of people on the street, but there was no one he was looking for. Of course, he didn't know that the phantom was moving, nor did he know that a wizard battle was about to take place in Times Square at the intersection of West 42nd Street and Broadway Avenue in Manhattan, not far away. At the same time, a saint stood above the head of the Statue of Liberty on Hudson Liberty Island. A saint turned his wand lightly, and a raging flame suddenly burned on the torch held high in the hands of the Statue of Liberty.

London, England.

Mr. Granger worked in his dental clinic as usual, and Mrs. Granger also came to help. They had just sent off a guest, and Mrs. Granger turned on the clinic's TV while talking to her husband.

"Hermione is back today, we'd better close the door early," said Mrs. Granger.

"I remember, I ordered your favorite restaurant." Mr. Granger said, washing his hands. Suddenly Mrs. Granger screamed,

He rushed out in panic, dripping water down his hands.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Mrs. Granger stared at the TV, unable to speak. Mr. Granger looked at the TV screen, the camera kept shaking, only half of the head of the female reporter who was broadcasting. She had exaggerated blonde curly hair, but Mr. Granger's attention was attracted by the tornado behind the reporter.

If the Parliament Building in the background was not too conspicuous, he would not have realized that the disaster was in London. He looked out the window with uncertainty. The weather was surprisingly good and he didn't feel any wind. An urgent voice came from the TV-

"Rita! Look, did you see someone in the tornado? And the two guys who flew over on a broom before?"

"Don't remind me!" The female reporter shouted angrily, then she took a deep breath to calm her emotions, and then said to the camera: "Dear viewers, although it was a bit incredible, a tornado suddenly appeared in central London. Uh--it's not clear the reason. Maybe the temperature difference between the two days is too large? I believe meteorologists will give a reasonable explanation, please don't believe the rumors, Merlin's beard!"

The reporter shouted in panic. But Mr. Granger could not blame her for her unscrupulous words. Anyone who saw this scene would be frightened - a young man suddenly squeezed out of the air, and the camera instantly darkened, and the Granger and his wife could only hear the sound.

"Hey, be careful, do you need help?"

A few seconds later, the picture returned to normal. The young man who suddenly appeared reached out and helped straighten the camera, with a bright smile on his face: "Are you reporters? Shouldn't it? I can accept an interview - I'm allowed to introduce myself. I am a wizard, graduated from the Ifamoni Magic School, and the tornado behind me was created by me. My companions also worked hard. We learned the combination magic in school. Rita Skit was stunned. The Grange couple in front of the TV were also stunned. The audience who happened to be guarding the TV was also stunned.

Rita Skeeter swallowed and racked his brains:

"Obviously, this is a occultist, or he has a bad mind. At this end of the interview, the tornado is coming soon, and we must evacuate as soon as possible. " She suddenly couldn't speak, her body was stiff, like a stone, motionless.

Just when everyone was surprised, the camera was forcibly turned to the other side, and the young man's face occupied most of the picture.

"My brain is normal," said the wizard who claims to have graduated from Ifamoni, "Say again, my identity is a wizard. We can talk about it one by one. Don't worry about the tornado behind you. It won't get bigger anymore, and don't worry about this female reporter, a simple petrified curse. Yi?

She looks so angry..."

The next ten minutes were completely reduced to his personal performance time. Thanks to him, many British people learned for the first time what a wizard is, what a secret law is, and also learned a series of magic terms such as Grindelwald, Dumbledore, petrified spells, combination magic, magic school, etc.

"I personally think Ifamoni is the best magic school in the world, but the group of British guys I just met today don't think so, oh, sorry, I forgot that I'm in the UK now" A violent coughing sound. "Objectively speaking, Hogwarts is also good."

Finally, he even took the initiative to untie the spell on Rita Skit, causing her to have a stiff expression to ask a few questions. He seemed to have a strong desire to show off. If the police car had not arrived and his companions had called him to leave, he would have probably been chattering for several hours.

"Is it April Fool's Day today, my dear?" Rebecca, the red-haired man stared at the TV.

"I would rather have a better time to flip through the calendar!" Jim said uncertainly.

Winnie Valentine hurried out of the law firm and waved to stop a taxi.

"Go to the famous gold and silver jewelry and crafts shop on the corner of the street." She hurriedly said without waiting for the driver to ask.

"The one whose name is Future World'?" asked the driver.

"Yes, wait," Winnie grabbed her hair and forced herself to calm down. She changed her mind, "Let's go to Chaling Cross."

"Listen to you."

The driver starts the car.

"It may be necessary to go around the road. There was traffic congestion in front of me, which was said to be due to the rare tornado and the field of view was very low."

"Dragon, tornado?" Winnie stammered.

"I guess the road conditioner drank too much early in the morning, so how could there be a tornado in the city center?" the driver said casually, "but the traffic jam should be true."

Surrey, Growning Company.

Fernon Dursley is a sales manager in this company and is responsible for selling more drilling. He seemed particularly irritable this morning, and he got angry with nine subordinates in his office. His roar even spread from the ninth floor to the upper and lower floors. This made him ignore some of the inappropriate noises in the company. After scolding the last subordinate to make the relationship between him, which was not harmonious, he closed the office door with satisfaction.

"Don't let anyone disturb me, I have a few important calls to make." He shouted at his assistant.

Near noon, he felt better. He stretched out his fat body in the office and decided to buy two donuts across the street. When he walked out of the company's door, Feinong met his assistant, who told him carefully that his wife had called not long ago.

Fei Nong felt a little uneasy. Penny usually called when she was not at work, but soon he felt relieved. He should have reminded him to go to the city to pick up the freak nephew after get off work. When he thought of this, his mood suddenly became worse. Especially when Dudley came back from holiday, the first thing he did not do was to give him, the old father, but to rush into the bedroom to confirm whether his comic book was still there. He was so angry that he came.

Feinon stubbornly believed that it was his freak nephew's plot, revenge on them. He threw a bag of donuts and a bottle of water on the counter.

"Two pounds and fifty pence," said the salesperson.

"Two pounds and fifty pence? Why don't you grab them?" Fennon yelled.

The salesperson shrugged.

Feinon swears and pays the money, takes out a donut and stuffs it into his mouth, muttering as he looks at the TV hanging from the ceiling:

"Price rise... What do cystics sitting in the Whitehall eat?...5p today and tenp tomorrow. What's wrong with this world?" Gradually, he stopped talking, as if attracted by the news on TV.

He rubbed his eyes incredibly, his mouth widened exaggeratedly, which made his double chin even more protruding, and his small eyes were straightened. Then he yelled, rushed out of the store, ran back to the company with a panting, and took the car and rushed home.

While driving, he stared carefully at both sides of the road, for fear that someone in a strange suit and cloak would jump out. There seemed to be a traffic jam in front of him. He slammed the steering wheel and honked his horn desperately. "Damn it!"

He definitely performed beyond his level, and in just fifteen minutes he drove into Lane 4.

"Penny, Penny!" Feinon entered the room, "I saw who you are on TV!" He looked at the uninvited guests at home with a vigilant face.

In the living room, Penny and Dudley were sitting on the sofa. Penny seemed to want to put Dudley in his arms, but Dudley resisted desperately. Both of them stared at the tall and thin man standing opposite them. Unfortunately, the man was wearing the robe and cloak that Fennon hated the most.

"I guess this is the male owner of the family. Hello, I am a staff member of the Ministry of Magic and work in the Department of Magic Accidents and Disasters. You can call me Dudley." The man said.

Feinong widened his eyes, looked at the man, and then at his son.

"Oh, I also discovered this interesting coincidence," said the man happily. "Your children are also called this name, right? But there is still a difference, Dudley' is my last name." The man said to himself, taking out a piece of parchment from his pocket, "Oh, maybe you already know that the magic world is completely exposed to the eyes of the world, and the whole country is in chaos. In order to prevent possible dangers, I was appointed by the Ministry of Magic to seek your opinions--I"

"Danger? What danger? Our family doesn't, it won't be that damn one." Fei Nong blushed and looked extremely angry. He gritted his teeth and said words that made him hate him extremely:

"magic!"
Chapter completed!