In a café near the University of Paris, Amandine Zoe and her colleague came out after paying their bills. They were surprised to see pedestrians on the street looking towards the south bank of the Seine.

"What are they looking at?" her colleague asked puzzledly.

Amandine looked up silently. Her sight first fell on the Eiffel Tower a few kilometers away. Everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. Then she caught sight of six or seven black dots. Was it some kind of bird? But she immediately rejected it. There were two dots hanging in the air without moving. There shouldn't be any kind of bird that could do this, right?

In the blink of an eye, one of the motionless birds suddenly spread its wings - Amandine felt strange because it only stretched out its left wing

- the next second, a huge green sign hung in the sky, lingering for a long time, like solidified fireworks.

Exclamations were heard from a distant place.

"It's a person!" her colleague shouted, grabbing her arm tightly and saying excitedly: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Look at it - Amandine, is it some kind of large-scale outdoor magic? Can we invite them? How do they do it? Wires, cables, tempered glass? "

"I don't think so." Amandine whispered.

Just a few seconds after they spoke, the six or seven small dots suddenly dispersed and quickly flew in all directions. One of the black dots was approaching them, and the black dot became clearer and clearer. Now the two of them could see the black robes he was wearing.

"What is he sitting on? Some kind of flying machine?" someone asked.

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

The person who flew over their heads seemed to hear these words. He turned back and hung in the air, looking down at the Muggles on the street below. The man raised his arm, and Amandine saw that he was holding a small wooden stick in his hand, and a white light flashed.

The slovenly man with sparse hair floated up uncontrollably. He yelled in panic and struggled desperately.

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

Amandine was in a trance. A memory vaguely emerged in her mind. It was when she was in school. She heard a very good-looking boy ask the teacher in a serious tone in an open class: "What if one day, magic really appears in reality?"

Now, magic really appears!

New York, USA.

Francois Crotoy walked on the famous Broadway Avenue, which is an important place for the development of American drama and musicals. He was invited to perform here, but the performance was scheduled for tomorrow. Therefore, after accepting the interview with the reporter, he declined the invitation of the staff and slipped out alone to get some fresh air.

There is no doubt that his magical experience was once again asked by the reporter, but he kept his mouth shut as always, treating what happened that night in the "Magic House" in Surrey as a secret that belonged only to him. However, he has been collecting information on occultism in recent years.

His idea was: if the mysterious man who gave him a new life was not a god, then there must be a group of people with special talents in this world.

After repeated thinking, Francois thought that the latter was more likely, because the man who healed his arm later appeared at his concert. A real god would not be so idle, right?

Unfortunately, he was unable to talk to him, and he did not know whether the man understood the meaning of his composition.

The Angel of Worry... The Magic Goddess Francois did not know what the power that healed him was. It might come from religion, or the magic of magicians. He learned from many fantasy novels that those magicians worshiped the magic goddess...

Unknowingly, he came to Manhattan and stood in front of the Woolworth Building. The local staff recommended him some well-known buildings nearby. In addition to those well-known theaters, this skyscraper was also on the list.

Francois had heard of its name. The Woolworth Building was built at the beginning of this century. As the tallest building in the world at that time, it was very legendary. Even if the height is put aside, its neo-Gothic style is also of great aesthetic value. While he was thinking, a group of men in black suits came out of the manual sliding door.

Francois looked at them in surprise. His attention had been attracted by the magnificent revolving door before, and he didn't notice the small door. These people walked hurriedly with serious expressions, and the leading man gave orders seriously.

Francois turned his back to them and pricked up his ears. Some words floated into his ears:

"...the exposure level of the magic world is abnormal...it must be related to Grindelwald...went to the UK and attended the funeral with the authorization of the security director. He can use force if necessary..."

Francois turned his head curiously. Did he seem to hear magic? Francois was excited. He quickly caught up with the group of people, but he didn't dare to get too close. He could only follow behind from a distance. Those people turned into the gap between the two buildings. He quickened his pace and saw the last person took out a small wooden stick from his suit pocket.

Magic wand? He thought excitedly, but it seemed much smaller than what he saw in the comic book...

Francois stood at the edge of the building and took a few deep breaths. He thought about how to introduce himself. How about starting with "I know a friend who can do magic"? When he felt ready, he rushed into the shadows.

Francois looked around blankly. Those people had all disappeared. Looking around, there were only a dozen bicycles leaning here and there. He walked back and forth twice in disbelief, but nothing happened. He returned to Broadway Avenue again.

The street was crowded with people, but there was no one he was looking for. Of course, he didn't know about apparition, and he didn't know that a battle between wizards 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 turned his wand lightly on the top of the Statue of Liberty standing on Hudson's Liberty Island, and the torch held high in the Statue of Liberty suddenly burned with flames.

London, England.

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

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

"As I remember, I booked your favorite restaurant," Mr. Granger said as he washed his hands. Suddenly, Mrs. Granger screamed, and

he rushed out in a panic, with water dripping from 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 capturing half of the head of the female reporter who was reporting. She had exaggerated golden curly hair, but Mr. Granger's attention was attracted by the tornado behind the reporter.

If it weren't for the fact that the Houses of Parliament in the background were too conspicuous, he would not have realized that the disaster happened in London. He glanced out the window uncertainly, the weather was surprisingly good, and he didn't feel any wind. An urgent voice came from the TV -

"Rita! Look, there are people in the tornado - did you see it? And the two guys who flew over on the broomsticks before?"

"You don't have to remind me!" The female reporter shouted angrily, then she took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then said to the camera: "Dear viewers - although it is a bit incredible, a tornado suddenly appeared in the center of London. Uh - the reason is still unclear. Maybe it's because the temperature difference in the past two days is too big? I believe that meteorologists will give a reasonable explanation. Please don't believe in rumors easily - Oh, Merlin's beard!"

The reporter shouted in panic. But Mr. Granger couldn't blame her for her careless words. Anyone who saw this scene would be scared - a young man suddenly squeezed out of the air, and the camera went black for a moment. The Grangers could only hear the sound.

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

A few seconds later, the screen returned to normal. The young man who suddenly appeared stretched out his hand to help straighten the camera, with a bright smile on his face: "Are you reporters? I think so? I can accept the interview - please allow me to introduce myself. I am a wizard, graduated from Ilvermorny School of Magic. The tornado behind me was created by me - my companions also helped. We learned combination magic in school. Rita Skeeter was stunned, and the Grangers in front of the TV were also dumbfounded. Those viewers who happened to be watching in front of the TV were also dumbfounded.

Rita Skeeter swallowed her saliva and racked her brains to say:

"Obviously, this is a mystic enthusiast, or he is mentally ill. The interview ends here. The tornado is coming soon. We must evacuate as soon as possible - she suddenly couldn't speak, her body stiffened, and she was motionless like a stone. Just

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

"My brain is normal," said the wizard who claimed to have graduated from Ilvermorny. "I repeat, I am a wizard. We can talk. Don't worry about the tornado behind you. It won't get bigger. Don't worry about this female reporter. A simple petrification spell.

She looked furious..."

The next ten minutes were completely reduced to his personal performance time. Thanks to him, many British people learned for the first time what wizards are, what the Statute of Secrecy is, and a series of magical terms such as Grindelwald, Dumbledore, the Petrification Curse, Combined Magic, and Magic School.

"I personally think that Ilvermorny 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 am in England now-" A violent cough. "Objectively speaking, Hogwarts is not bad."

In the end, he even took the initiative to remove the spell from Rita Skeeter, allowing her with a stiff expression to ask a few questions. He seemed to have a strong desire to perform. If the police car hadn't arrived and his companions hadn't asked him to leave, he would probably have chattered for hours.

"Is today April Fool's Day, dear?" Red-haired Rebecca asked, staring blankly at the TV.

"I'd rather-I'd better check the calendar! "Jim said uncertainly.

Winnie Valentine hurried out of the law firm and hailed a taxi.

"Go to the famous gold and silver jewelry and handicraft store on the corner." She said without waiting for the driver to ask.

"The one called 'Future World'?" the driver asked.

"That's right - oh, wait," Winnie grabbed her hair and forced herself to calm down. She changed her mind, "Let's go to Charing Cross Road."

"I'll listen to you."

The driver started the car.

"It may take a detour - there is a traffic jam ahead. It is said that it is due to a rare tornado and the visibility is very low."

"Tornado?" Winnie stuttered.

"I guess the traffic announcer drank too much early in the morning. How could there be a tornado in the city center." The driver said casually, "But the traffic jam should be real. "

Surrey, Granning Company.

Vernon Dursley works as a sales manager for the company, responsible for selling more drilling rigs. He was particularly irritable this morning, losing his temper with nine subordinates in his office one after another. His roar even spread from the ninth floor to the two floors above and below. This made him ignore some inappropriate noises in the company. After scolding the last subordinate and making the already not harmonious relationship between colleagues even worse, he closed the office door with contentment.

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

Near noon, his mood improved. He stretched his fat body in the office and decided to buy two donuts across the street. When he walked out of the company gate, Vernon met his assistant, who carefully told him that his wife had called not long ago.

Vernon felt a little uneasy, because Penny usually didn't call when he was not at work, but he was relieved soon. It should be to remind him to go to the city to pick up the freak nephew after work. When he thought of this, his mood suddenly became bad, especially when the first thing Dudley did when he came back from vacation was not to give his old father a hug, but to rush into the bedroom to make sure his comic book was still there. He was furious.

Vernon stubbornly believed that this was a conspiracy of his freak nephew and a revenge against 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 rob it? "Fenong roared.

The salesman shrugged.

Fenong paid the money with a curse, took out a donut and stuffed it into his mouth, while watching the TV hanging from the ceiling, muttering:

"Prices are rising...what are the cysts sitting in Whitehall doing...five pence increase today, ten pence increase tomorrow, what's wrong with this world?" Gradually, he stopped talking, as if attracted by the news on TV. He

rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and his mouth opened exaggeratedly, which made his double chin more prominent, and his small eyes stared straight ahead. Then he roared, rushed out of the store, ran back to the company panting, got the car and rushed home.

While driving, he carefully stared at both sides of the road, for fear that some guy in strange clothes and cloak would rush out. There seemed to be a traffic jam ahead, he slammed the steering wheel and honked the horn desperately. "Damn it! "

He definitely performed beyond his level. Only fifteen minutes later, he drove into driveway four.

"Petunia, Penny!" Vernon entered the house. "I saw it on TV - who are you!?" He looked at the uninvited guest in the house with vigilance.

In the living room, Penny and Dudley were sitting on the sofa. Penny seemed to want to hug Dudley in her arms, but Dudley resisted desperately. Both of them stared at the tall and thin man standing opposite them - unfortunately, this man was wearing the robe and cloak that Vernon hated the most.

"I guess this is the man of the house. Hello, I'm a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, working in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. You can call me Dudley." said the man.

Vernon's eyes widened, looking at the man and then at his son.

"Oh, I also found this interesting coincidence," the man said happily, "Your child is also named this, right? But there is a difference, Dudley is my last name." The man said to himself, taking out a piece of parchment from his pocket, "Well, maybe you already know that the wizarding world has been completely exposed to the world, and the whole country has fallen into chaos. In order to prevent possible dangers, I was commissioned by the Ministry of Magic to ask for your opinions-" "

Danger? What danger? Our family will not, will not do that damn..." Vernon's face turned red, and he looked extremely angry. He gritted his teeth and said the word that made him hate it so much:

"Magic!"

"Don't talk nonsense," the wizard looked at him with pity, "In the eyes of other Muggles, you are in the same group with us."