This statement is certainly true; after all, the United States is a vast country, ranking fourth in the world in terms of area.
Trying to precisely locate Voldemort in such a sprawling nation is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.
If they are determined to hide, there's truly no way to find them.
Moreover, the combined strength of Voldemort and Lanlock is formidable, even Dumbledore might struggle to contend with them. If we wish to quickly find Voldemort in America, bringing a large number of wizards into action is inevitable—then comes the issue: Harry and his group are well aware of Lanlock's abilities; even they found it hard to slip unnoticed around Lanlock.
If the scouting wizards were to be discovered by Voldemort and Lanlock, could they defeat the two?
Ordinary wizard: Huh? Fight Voldemort?
Really?
How much have you drunk to suggest this?
"What do we do now?" Pabi asked foolishly.
"For now, we can only wait," Vivi narrowed her eyes and said. "Wait until Harry dreams again, we can use memory tracing to recreate his dream, then search for the terrain using Muggle military satellites..."
"If it's Europe, it would be easier to manage. What about America?" Harry countered, "Do you think the American Magic Congress would let you access the U.S. military satellites?"
"That's indeed a problem," Vivi's eyes flickered, "but if the American Magic Congress isn't smart, I think it might be necessary to show them the true strength of Old Europe! Lest these people be swayed by the Muggle World, unaware of their actual worth."
"I still advise against hastily starting a war with the American Magic Congress," Cassandra, sitting next to Vivi, said, "It's a significant matter. Grindelwald should present a logical plan to be analyzed by the think tank for pros and cons."
"So you're not opposed to war either, are you?" Vivi asked with a mischievous smile.
Cassandra's eyelids suddenly drooped.
"I think you're right, some people indeed need to properly recognize their own strength," she said. "It's time to give these arrogant nouveau riche a harsh lesson!"
Harry felt a bit at a loss for words.
These Slytherins, why are they all so combative?
"Annie, what do you think?" He turned to the only gentle and refined Slytherin woman.
"I think they're quite right," Annie said earnestly.
Great.
Forgot she's also from the Salu family.
No need to elaborate on the strength of the Salu family, is there?
Even if she appears gentle and elegant, in reality... she's not someone to be trifled with.
"Have you counted how many people will attend tomorrow's reunion?" Vivi suddenly asked.
"About twelve classmates?" Harry said uncertainly. "In the group, including Professor Garrick and us, there should be twenty people in total..."
"Hmm." Vivi pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's go back to No. 13 Grimmo Square tonight; it just happens that I've had someone finish renovating it, and haven't gotten a chance to see it yet. Want to come along?"
"Sure." Everyone nodded in agreement.
There's a door key leading to the United Kingdom from Vienna, crafted for convenience, resembling a fireplace poker.
The five held hands; Vivi looked back and asked, "Got a good grip?"
"Got it."
As soon as the words left their lips, Vivi picked up the poker.
Harry, standing at the end of the row, happened to raise his hand to scratch his nose, and only after the four girls disappeared before him did he snap back to reality.
I haven't boarded yet!
With no other option, he resorted to intercontinental Apparition Displacement, heading for No. 13 Grimmo Square.
Being a humanoid Magic Stone, such distance didn't bother him at all.
Having never been to No. 13 Grimmo Square, he started with Number 12.
As he opened the door at Number 12 and walked out, Vivi was already standing before him.
"Actually let go of the hand," she murmured softly.
"Itchy nose..." Harry said awkwardly, "I just raised my hand to scratch my nose, and you grabbed the door key..."
"Alright, alright, hurry on in." Vivi, smiling, pushed Harry's shoulder, guiding him into No. 13 Grimmo Square.
Entering the hallway, the floor was paved with intricate dark green tiles, interlocking with the Grindelwald Clan's iconic Deathly Hallows and Phoenix abstract motifs—Phoenices that trace their origin not to Dumbledore's Fox, but to the Phoenix owned by Vivi, Fiona.
However, had it been designed by Gellert, such Phoenices could indeed be understood as silhouettes of Fox.
The walls were covered in deep olive-green wallpaper, with subtle dark golden patterns, appearing understated yet luxurious.
A massive crystal and wrought iron chandelier hung from the high ceiling, with candle-shaped bulbs emitting warm and soft yellow light.
Vivi guided Harry seamlessly into the living room.
The first sight was the ancient and grand fireplace, its hearth blazing with eternal, Fiery Fire-like yet gentle magical flames.
The mantle displayed several oddly shaped silver devices, some gently puffing smoke, others containing orbs that revolved like stars.
Instead of portraits, the walls held several pieces of gloomy yet powerful symbolic oil paintings.
In a glass display case, quietly lay an antique Flying Broom; attached to the broom's front was a silver-white Princess Crown.