Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Finally, after two days and three nights of terrible weather, the rain stopped and the wind subsided; the long-absent sun finally bathed the sky over the wet city.

A white seagull flew through the gray clouds that hadn’t fully dispersed, quickly passing over skyscrapers.

Silent New York City was shrouded in morning light, and all around the city was a scene of devastation.

The streets were littered with broken branches, mud, overturned trash cans, and colorful plastic items everywhere. A few snails were slowly crawling on the walls, while the muddy puddles reflected a brilliantly blue sky.

Ezra Hughes furrowed his brows, briskly walking through the chaotic streets. He maneuvered around a crane handling downed trees, stepping into a slippery mud puddle at the sidewalk’s edge with a ”splat.”

The hem of his coat and pant legs were splashed with muddy water, making Ezra Hughes’ expression even stiffer. He reflexively gripped his magic wand but ultimately restrained himself from drawing it.

”Oh my, where do all these disgusting things come from?!”

A man carrying a briefcase accidentally stepped on a snail slowly crawling across the street; he complained while scraping his shoe’s sole on the nearby cement steps.

Ezra Hughes glanced at the sticky mess on the ground with distaste, retracted his gaze, and continued to stride forward.

When he arrived at the Magic Congress, he discovered the atmosphere in the President’s office was unusually heavy. Hosone sat behind the desk, a tall stack of files before him.

”...Since the first episode of ’Walking into Magic’ has been recorded, let’s arrange for its broadcast on TV as soon as possible. These Muggle media can be swayed with money...”

”Laira, has our invested TV series started shooting...excellent, from now on you personally review every episode’s script...”

Despite the heavy rains in New York, the regular work of the Magic Congress did not pause. Wizards traveled via the fireplace to different parts of the United States to quickly implement the ”magic myth-busting” tasks.

Seeing Hosone insanely busy, Ezra Hughes could only wait beside for a while.

A few minutes later, Hosone finally got a break; he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then asked in a hoarse voice, ”Ezra, do you have something urgent?”