Feathers were flying in the air, and the wind was howling. The drifting clouds gathered in the sky of the Little Huijin District, constantly flipping and colliding with each other.
Gradually, the wind and clouds began to blow, and the black clouds were surging like waves in the ocean. It seemed to contain infinite power. Only when lightning struck did a ray of light appear, sweeping away the dullness brought by the darkness. However, after the lightning, there was a rumbling sound of thunder. The thunder seemed to roll over the top of their heads, and then with a loud bang, it exploded.
The dark clouds pressed lower and lower, and in the instant that the rumbling thunder scattered into bursts of thunderbolts, the blue potion dispersed into the dense clouds like an arrow leaving a bow. In an instant, countless dazzling blue rays of light mixed with the dark clouds, and the dense air dyed into a large expanse of blue clouds, while the thunderbolts were still crackling, causing people to be unable to help but be shocked to the core. White raindrops fell from the sky, splashing on the ground with splashing sounds.
The Curled Winged Demon's small bottle of venom was sprinkled into the heavy rain, causing the rain in this large area to carry magic and become even denser. Lightning flashed across the dark sky as the heavy rain poured down. As for the group of Muggles below, they raised their heads to look at the sky. The heavy rain fell on their bodies, washing away their bad memories of the night. Everyone went about their own business step by step, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
When the rain fell, the wizards on the ground immediately began to move. The magic rain could wash away the Muggle's memories, but this kind of poison had no effect on the wizards. In the rain, the Aura cooperated with the wizards who were good at building to repair the buildings that the Muggle had damaged in the previous battle.
The car parts that had been shattered all over the ground seemed to have been restored. They flew up from all over the place and gathered together. In the blink of an eye, they were repaired. The bricks that had fallen from the walls flew back to their original positions, and the crooked iron street lamps straightened themselves … The buildings were repaired one by one, and the broken glass returned to the windows, returning to their original state.
These muggle buildings did not contain any magic. Even if they were severely damaged, they could be easily repaired by the wizards. Only some buildings that were damaged by black magic with the nature of curses would require a little more effort.
The Aura stepped on the rain with their leather boots. In fact, as elites, they could also do what the construction wizards could do, but the rich protection umbrella hired more professionals to solve the problems quickly. For some of the less difficult work, such as repairing the street lamps and walls, the Aura raised their wands to the damaged buildings and other facilities.
In the rain, the Muggle police officers who were rushing to the scene forgot that they had received a report of an abnormal terrorist attack. After standing still for a while, they looked at the pistol they took out, checked the bullets, and put it back into the holster.
Even the Muggle who was not drenched by the rain and spying in the room were stunned, forgetting what had just happened. A middle-aged man Muggle who was taking a shower was staring at the water under the faucet. He was confused for a moment, and his hand that was scrubbing his back paused, but he couldn't remember what he wanted to do just now.
The wizards who were particularly good at repair magic shuttled back and forth on the street in the heavy rain, waving their wands as if they were conducting a grand symphony. A kind of building material flew from the ground like a musical note. On the tall watchtowers, the steel bars that had been peeled off were restored to their original positions one by one. The broken and twisted iron balconies were restored to their original state. Bit by bit, the broken roof tiles were repaired. One of the wizards, who was wearing a tall black wizard hat, was in the seriously damaged building under construction. The broken and twisted steel bars and stone beams were restored bit by bit, and the scene was restored from a mess of ruins to an orderly construction site.
A Muggle security guard sat in the surveillance room and looked at some of the cameras. In his eyes, everything looked normal and there was no problem. However, in fact, all the records of what had just happened and what had just happened had been silently erased and turned into images of the normal Muggle lives. The footage and images of the abnormal situation that had been captured by the Muggle cameras and cameras were all replaced by images of the normal life of the Muggle. (Author's Note: After Hermione cast the Amnesia Spell on her parents, the traces of her life at home and the photos of her and her parents disappeared. Wizards with high HP were a lot ahead of wizards in other worlds in this regard.)
In addition to carrying out simple repairs, the Aura also worked in different areas. They healed the Muggle who were injured by accidents, and after making detailed records of the Muggle who died, they set up the scene of an accident. Just like the house that was hit by the Thunderbolt Explosion Spell, the family of three all died on the spot without exception. The Aura set up the scene of a gas explosion. There were many glass shards scattered on the floor of the kitchen, toilet, and living room. The doors of the kitchen and the toilet were also damaged. The Aura even made the walls look like they were burnt black. The whole scene was a mess.
In the park chosen by Lord Voldemort, the clouds in the Little Huijin District began to calm down. In the park, in this Muggle Park, the existence of the three strongest wizards in the world in theory was a bit out of place. As the scene of the duel between the two strongest wizards in the world, it also looked particularly lonely.
The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, sat alone on a whitewashed park bench. There was an empty space around him. No one wanted to get close to him. Even the staff of the Ministry of Magic, who were setting up equipment, would rather go around in a circle than walk in front of him.
At this time, the live broadcast equipment had basically been set up. The staff of the Wizard TV Station took the lead to adjust the signal and set up a super strong iron shield to avoid being affected by the battle later. During the magic storm just now, the live broadcast signal was not smooth because of the magic effect. There would be some lag, but after the storm stopped, it seemed to be smoother.
Although Lord Voldemort was impatient, he held his chin high and suppressed the anger in his heart out of respect for the tradition of the duel. His cold eyes were fixed on the equipment for the live broadcast, and he vigilantly observed the wizards who were setting up the lights. With a cold face, he looked out of place in this cozy little park.
Diagonally opposite him, Hagrid had been ordered to leave. Dumbledore personally stood with Harry. Allen was holding Hedwig's cage and standing under the mistletoe tree in the park. He stretched out his right hand to treat the owl's injuries. He stroked Hedwig's wounds, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His left hand pressed on Ahn-Kha's shoulder, constantly comforting him, saying that there was nothing between him and the snowy owl, and that he was just treating Ahn-Kha's injuries.
In order to reassure the Dark Lord, not a single Aura was present. However, when it came to Dumbledore, the Dark Lord was very magnanimous. He asked the greatest light wizard to stay behind, saying that he wanted to get rid of Allen before getting rid of the two of them. Because of the impact of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore also had to stay at the scene. When he knew that the Order of the Phoenix had been leaked, he had no choice but to let Harry stay behind, so that he could personally protect the prophesied savior.
When the treatment was finally done, Allen beckoned for Harry to come closer. Dumbledore, who did not make a sound, looked at Lord Voldemort who was sitting in the distance. In the end, he let go of his hand on Harry's shoulder and let him trot over.
"I'm sorry, Harry. Anka hasn't received much training, so he doesn't know how to control his claws." Allen looked at the pitiful owl that seemed to be in low spirits. Even though it had just recovered from many wounds, it straightened its body in the cage, looking like it wanted to protect Harry from being hurt by the fierce-looking Phoenix Anka.
"Don't say that!" Harry took the cage and thanked Allen sincerely, "Allen, thank you for letting your Phoenix help in time … Otherwise, Hedwig …"
"Don't worry, Harry. Your childhood won't end so soon …" Allen said something that Harry did not understand. Then, he looked at Harry's backpack and bowed, "Oh right, Harry, can I borrow a few things from you?"
"Of course …" Harry put Hedwig's cage aside. Even though he knew that he had something that Allen needed, he quickly squatted down and opened the zipper of his backpack. "Allen, what do you want?"
"I just want to borrow your glasses, scarf, and school logo."
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