The sea breeze blows and the seagulls soar.

    The weather in New York today is not very good.

    In the sky, there are several thick rain clouds floating.

    "Woo woo!"

    The huge cruise ship approached slowly with a deafening roar.

    After a while, a spacious boarding board was put down on the ship, and the crowd crowded down.

    People walked more and more. In the end, there was only an old man with a gray beard in a fancy suit on the deck.

    He carried his suitcase, raised his head, subconsciously looked at the weather above his head, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

    Although it is called the "land of freedom", Dumbledore felt that the air here seemed no sweeter than elsewhere.

    He took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, and muttered.

    "Compared with the heavy fog in London..."

    However, complaining about the weather was just an English instinct. Dumbledore looked positive and went down the boarding board with his suitcase.

    He''s here to do business this time!

    "Ah, Mr. Dumbledore, here you are."

    On the dock, there were people from the American magic Congress waiting for Dumbledore.

    Seeing the tall old man with white beard, two young wizards immediately greeted him with respectful smiles.

    "Hehe, I''ve been traveling for a long time and my bones are falling apart. It''s good to see you."

    He came to America through the "door key" this time, and the delivery place was in the sundry room of the big ship just now.

    Transferring magic is not as comfortable as taking transportation.

    The old man smiled and took off his brown hat.

    "Then take me to your congressional headquarters."

    "Of course, this way, please."

    Hearing the speech, two young wizards wanted to lead Dumbledore to Chairman Samuel''s car.

    However, as soon as they spoke, a fierce magic light suddenly lit up and startled them!

    "Who!"

    Dumbledore is an internationally renowned wizard, and his safety must be guaranteed. Two members of the American Ministry of magic showed their magic wands to guard.

    Dumbledore felt a trace of familiarity from the magic light.

    Is it

    "Whew!"

    The transfer magic is over and the figure appears.

    As Dumbledore thought.

    It was Klein who suddenly appeared.

    "Wait, he''s my student... Klein, didn''t you go back to Germany? Why did you suddenly come here?"

    Hold down your hand and let the two neurotic members of the American Ministry of magic calm down. Dumbledore came to Klein and said in doubt.

    "Why am I here?"

    Unexpectedly, Klein''s face showed a very helpless expression.

    "I don''t want to be here if I can.

    Headmaster, do you know how much trouble you have caused me? "

    Trouble?

    Dumbledore was stunned.

    Old man, I didn''t do anything~

    "Stop, stop, stop!"

    At an old age, he is still pretending to be innocent. Klein has a headache when he looks at it.

    Of course, a large part of his headache is the sequelae of casting the forbidden spell, the kind that doesn''t get better for a while

    "What''s the matter?"

    Dumbledore felt his beard and couldn''t think of what he had done to apologize to Klein.

    "Oh, nothing. I just miss you suddenly. I want to see if you can do it?"

    Rubbing his eyebrows, Klein was too lazy to explain.

    After all, reversing time is too shocking. Even if he tells the truth, Dumbledore may not believe it.

    "Ah, this..."

    Dumbledore was a thief. He could tell at a glance that Klein was not telling the truth.

    But the member of the American Ministry of magic is still hanging there. He is not easy to say anything. He just introduced it with a smile.

    "This is Klein, Klein Greenwald, my student."

    "Hello."

    Klein raised his hand feebly and greeted the two magic ministry members.

    "Hello, it''s a pleasure to meet you." "I''m a fan of England Quidditch team. Please sign for me later!"

    Two members of the American Ministry of magic showed warm smiles.

    The famous "son of magic", of course, they have seen it in the newspaper.

    "Well, take us to..."

    Dumbledore smiled and just wanted to take Klein to Samuel, President of the American magic Congress, but Klein pulled his sleeve and shook his head.

    "Don''t bother. I know where it is?"

    With that, he couldn''t help pulling Dumbledore away, leaving only two young members of the Ministry of magic looking at each other in situ.

    "They... Are leaving now?"

    "Well, it should be."

    "Mr. chairman, you are still waiting in the car."

    "Yes."

    "Then we..."

    "How do we do business?"

    "Yes, how can we make a job?"

    "You ask me, who do I ask?"

    At the same time, a car in the port.

    "Sneeze!"

    In the car, Samuel G. Mr. kohogg sneezed for no reason.

    Looking at the pigeons flying outside the window, he blinked.

    The damn weather is getting colder and colder.

    ......

    "You''ll be punished, monster!"

    Thomas Iverson vomited blood.

    He''s dying.

    The old man who has worked in the magic transportation department for more than 20 years watched the white "monster" approach him bit by bit.

    At the last moment of his life, he was still like a real man without kneeling down to beg for mercy.

    It''s just

    Thinking of his wife and son, he couldn''t help but raise infinite fear in his heart.

    He''s dead. What should his wife and children do?

    "Hehe, punishment? Only I have ever punished others, and no one can punish me."

    Voldemort smiled strangely.

    Behind him, Peter the fat mouse was watching the wind.

    The monster is getting closer and closer.

    Thomas clenched his teeth and forced down the cowardly thoughts in his heart.

    Glancing at the wand that fell not far away, he breathed deeply and planned to "fight for his life".

    But Voldemort seemed to notice each other''s thoughts and shook his head cruelly.

    "No, I don''t think that''s a good idea, Mr. Thomas... Yes, I noticed your nameplate. Thomas, a good name, is very suitable for my evolution."

    Voldemort felt every cell of his body jumping.

    He had a hunch that as long as he swallowed the flesh and blood of the man in front of him, he would have some new change.

    Moreover, the death of this man can further spread the fear within the American magic Congress.

    It''s time for every weak person to whisper his honor!

    "Dark Lord"

    Yes, he is the master in the dark, dominating everyone''s life!

    "Bah!"

    Thomas knew that his plan had failed and couldn''t help spitting on Voldemort.

    But Voldemort didn''t care.

    Just a mouthful of saliva. He absorbed more than saliva.

    "Master, do it. The people of the American magic Congress will arrive soon!"

    Seeing Voldemort playing with "food" again, Peter said anxiously.

    Somehow, an ominous premonition haunted his mind