The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 162 Surprised 48 Hours ([-])

Rewind the time seven days.

After Dumbledore received the follow-up news of the Chamber of Secrets incident from Professor McGonagall, the old headmaster couldn't sit still.

Although Professor McGonagall had clarified in the letter that the chamber of secrets matter had been resolved and the basilisk had been killed, the price was too high.

The life and death of two students are unknown, and one student was seriously injured due to blood loss.Three more were petrified.It was nothing short of a disaster.

If it weren't for the shocking news from the United States, wizards all over Europe were eating melons, and not many people noticed Hogwarts, otherwise the school would have been closed long ago.

The old headmaster was very anxious at this time, but the review work on the Magic Congress of the United States was progressing slowly.

Those government officials are just a procrastination tactic that wastes time with you.

A full three or four days have passed, but even the core relevant information has not been brought out.

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Faced with such a situation, the entire investigation team was at the critical point of a volcanic eruption.

Time slowly came to the fourth day.

And just under the dark clouds, a bigger conspiracy is going on.

New York, USA.

The Blind Pig Bar.

"Mr. Philemon, you are really hard to find."

In the empty wine glass, there is only one man sitting at the bar enjoying the best thing in the glass.

"Hmph! Billbom Otis."

Philemon abruptly put down the cup in his hand, and turned his head to look at this 'famous' person with interest.

Originally at this time, he was supposed to continue his research in Berlin, but a transfer order from the organization brought him back to this place of right and wrong.

"I heard that after Piers Lamb's plan failed last time, it caused a lot of losses to you saints?" Bill Bohm felt very casual.

He wasn't as domineering as Pierce at all, so he naturally sat beside Philemon and reached out his hand to signal the bartender to bring him a drink too.

Afterwards, he threw out a few Jinzhuo pots, telling the bartender to leave.

"Speak, don't beat around the bush." ​​Philemon said indifferently.

This guy has a clear understanding of the organization's situation.

Philemon looked at the Italian cautiously.

After Pierce's incident, the saints did not make up for it, but Dumbledore's reaction was quick.

Arrived in the US almost hours after it happened and picked up the little boy.

As for Ios, Ilvermorny is not so easy to mess with.

The Saints don't want mass exposure just yet.

"Rejoice, you saints are indeed very accomplished and very smart.

Immediately threw a few chess pieces from the Magical Congress of America to muddy the water. "

"There's just one thing I can't figure out." Bill Bohm sipped the drink in his glass and said frivolously, "How did you kill Dumbledore?"

"It's none of your business." Philemon said coldly.

"You guys want to get that girl named Ios!"

Philemon's pupils constricted.

This guy actually knew it!
"Speaking of dark chess, we also have one or two. Of course, we still don't understand what you value in that girl, but." Billboom suddenly turned his head and stared at Philemon with a smile. : "She is very important!"

"What the hell do you want to do!"

"I?"

Bill Bohm still tasted the wine in his hand slowly.

"I think you should already know the internal resolution of the Federation! Ios will be brought back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore."

"So what!" Philemon said coldly.

Let Ios go to Hogwarts, maybe this is the saint's plan?
Who knows?

The high-level vision is not something that a researcher like him can understand.

"I have great respect for saints, Mr. Philemon, you can trust me on that."

"We know a thing or two about your lofty goals. No matter how different our follow-up plans are at this stage, at least our current goals are the same.

Killing Dumbledore is also our goal.

It's not easy to get him out of his lair, and you guys are helping us. "

Although there was nothing unusual in Bill Bohm's tone, Philemon could still feel that he was mocking himself and the saints.

However, Pierce's plan did fail. This is an indisputable fact that he even had to change the entire follow-up plan.

If someone said a few words about this, he really couldn't refute it.

"Hmph!" Philemon snorted softly, and he didn't want to say anything about it.

"It seems that our first meeting was quite pleasant, Mr. Philemon." Bill Bohm patted his windbreaker, then stood up and walked outside.

"Evening, seven o'clock, Central Park. Remember to come, sir."

After speaking, Bill Bohm slowly took off his hat and saluted, and then left the Blind Pig Bar.

In the empty bar, Philemon was left alone.

His eyes were cloudy and uncertain.

He could guess the purpose of the organization to exclude others from coming to the United States.But they don't know what Bill Bohm and the others are going to release?
snort!
It's exciting just thinking about it.

Back to the Magical Congress of America again.

At this time, the members of the investigation team had a dispute with several officials of the Magical Congress of the United States.

The two sides have been locked in an intense debate over some of the materials.

Members of the investigative team considered certain information to be related to the Obscure.

They asked for verification and review, but the officials of the Magic Congress flatly denied that these materials had any relationship with the Obscure.

They claimed that it was a state secret belonging to the Magical Congress of the United States, and they would never allow others to read it arbitrarily.

So Shuangfa kept arguing about this issue.No one would back down.

"Hey! When is this a head!" Principal Egilbert frowned.

As the principal of Ilvermorny, what he hopes most now is that the riots in the United States can end as soon as possible.

The longer the time dragged on, the worse it would be for Ilvermorny.

"Officials, it's all like this!" Principal Pedro was quite calm. As the principal of the Academy of Magic, he was not prepared to participate in these trivial matters.

"We still have to do it as soon as possible. If we procrastinate, it will be a kind of harm to the public." Dumbledore also said clearly at this moment.

He has always been a little restless these days, always feeling that something is going to happen.

Don't question it.

For powerful wizards, this kind of vague feeling is sometimes comparable to foreknowledge.

"Crack!"

A thunderbolt instantly illuminated the entire Woolworth Building. As the residence of the Magic Congress, the interior decoration of the entire building was extremely luxurious.

Especially the glass windows on both sides of the hall, those are not ordinary glass, but a special crystal.

Dumbledore looked through the window, looking at the dark clouded sky from a distance.

The cold water drops fell on the glass, tick-tock.

A scene of mountain rain coming and wind all over the building.

(End of this chapter)