Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

"Harry, are you okay?"

After Zhou Hong left, Harry still stared blankly at the direction Zhou Hong left. He really didn't expect that Victor would attack him just as Dumbledore asked him to be careful about the people around Mike.

It wasn't until Dumbledore's slightly worried voice sounded that Harry was awakened, trembling, and struggling to stand up.

"I...I'm okay."

"But your hand is bleeding." Dumbledore in the portrait pointed at Harry's hand and said, "You'd better go find Madam Pomfrey quickly."

Hearing this, Harry finally felt the severe pain coming from his palm. He raised his hand and saw that his entire right hand was stained red with blood, and the blood pouring out from the wound was still flowing along his side. His fingertips dripped, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

Fortunately, although Victor's fingernails penetrated Harry's hand, Harry's finger joints can still move normally, which shows that his bones are not damaged.

Gritting his teeth, Harry took out a packet of white powder from his pocket with his left hand and applied it on his wound. This was a medicine specially distributed by the Los Santos Group for this surprise attack plan. Harry and others acted as One of the members of the surprise attack team naturally had a share.

The therapeutic effect of Baixian is very strong, but the opposite is its strong pain.

As soon as it was sprinkled on, the surface of the wound began to react violently. It was a bit like cleaning the wound with hydrogen peroxide. Harry could only roll his eyes in pain.

Dumbledore in the portrait beside him looked at Harry worriedly. If he had been alive, he would have been able to heal such a small wound with a wave of his hand. Unfortunately, he was just a portrait now.

After a while, when Harry's breathing gradually became quiet, Dumbledore continued:

"So Harry, what are you going to do? Do you really want to flee the country like Zhou Hong said?"

Hearing this, Harry, who turned pale, was stunned.

He looked at Dumbledore in the portrait and remained silent for a long time.

Harry is actually not stupid at all.

He knew very well that traveling away from home with the invisibility cloak meant that he would live in wandering for the rest of his life, because everyone who wanted the Deathly Hallows, including Victor, would use all means to find him. Given the existence of divination, it is very simple to find his approximate location.

On the other hand, if he didn't leave, he would even take the initiative to hand over the invisibility cloak to Mike.

Then relying on his friendship with Mike, nothing will happen to him.

In the future, I can graduate successfully as I dreamed of, and then work hard to find a decent job, and then get married and have children...

As for the terrible consequences Dumbledore said, to be honest, it's not necessarily true whether that's true.

And even if it were true, if the sky fell and a tall man would hold it up, Harry didn't think he would be affected much.

This is a tough choice!

It was also a huge responsibility, so big that Harry felt he couldn't bear it on his small shoulders.

Looking at Harry's confused look, Dumbledore sighed and said sincerely:

"Harry, the choice is completely in your hands now. As your principal, I agree with all your decisions.

But you have to remember, no matter what your choice is, make your decision quickly.

Because indecision is the worst. "

Harry raised his head and stared blankly at Dumbledore in the portrait.

I don't know how long it took before Harry's originally somewhat distracted eyes became firm again.

Then, he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily at Dumbledore.

On the other side, Zhou Hong, who left the principal's office, quickly came to the auditorium. At this time, in the auditorium, the long tables of the four major colleges had disappeared, and a large amount of materials were piled up in the empty space. Victor was standing there. On the side of the supplies, he looked at the Los Santos wizards coming and going around with a smile.

The moment he saw Victor, Zhou Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

This time they came to Hogwarts as a support force to transport supplies. Of course, this was only an official mission. For Zhou Hong, his only mission at this stage was to keep an eye on Victor and prevent him from continuing to track down the 40,000 Sacred vessel.

As for this task, he thought he went very well.

Just like just now, if he hadn't arrived in time, Harry Potter might have suffered.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hong felt happy.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, he hummed a tune and stood behind Victor with his hands behind his back.

When he heard the sound, Victor turned his head slightly and glanced, then he chuckled and said:

"There's actually no point in you following me like this."

Zhou Hong raised his head and said nothing, and Victor continued:

"Although I know you may not be able to understand it with your IQ, I still want to explain it to you.

I am now more like an artificial intelligence than a life in the conventional sense. My body has always been in the alchemy laboratory within the secret realm of Freemasonry and has never moved. What you see now is just a mechanical body controlled by my own body.

Do you know what this means? "

Victor looked at Zhou Hong with a half-smile, and Zhou Hong seemed to realize something, and the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing a Los Santos combat wizard uniform suddenly came over and followed Victor's words and continued:

"You mean that I can have many clones, and I can freely change the appearance, age and even gender of the clones. And you, on the premise that your mind-reading ability is ineffective against mechanical structures, you can't tell the difference between us at all. difference."

After saying that, the middle-aged wizard also laughed, and the smile was exactly the same as the one on Victor's face at that moment.

Zhou Hong's eyes glanced back and forth on the faces of the middle-aged wizard and Victor, and the expression on his own face gradually became ferocious.

"I'll tell Mike everything about today!"

"It's up to you." Victor spread his hands and said, "But I don't think Mike will do anything to me. You know he is very busy now. Moreover, my current effect on the Freemasons is stronger than yours." Much more. Do you really think Mike would do anything to me for such a trivial matter?"

After saying this, Victor stopped paying attention to Zhou Hong.

He turned his head and continued to look at the people coming and going around him.

After hearing this, Zhou Hong's expression immediately became extremely ugly.

He clenched his fists tightly and twisted his body, as if he wanted to tell Mike the news immediately.

But in the end, he didn't go away.

Instead, he still stood behind Victor and continued to monitor him with stubborn eyes.

…

Time slowly came to night.

In this era where smartphones have not yet been born and video games have not yet become fully popular, people are always lacking in entertainment activities at night.

On nights like this, most people always choose to go to bed early, or take their partners with them to do something beneficial to their physical and mental health before falling asleep.

This is one of the main reasons why the fertility rate in this era is higher than in later generations.

But in this quiet night, the lights inside the Ministry of Magic were still brightly lit.

People were coming and going in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and countless uniformed Ministry clerks were in a hurry, trotting into the fireplace and going somewhere unknown.

The usually quiet and leisurely office was now in full swing. The officials were all red-faced and thick-necked, and they were shouting and roaring at their subordinates.

Cups of refreshing black tea were continuously delivered to everyone's desks.

At this moment, the refill curse has become the most frequently used curse in the office.

This is extremely rare. After all, the Ministry of Magic is a government agency, and its main work rhythm is nine to five.

The main reason for all this is the various incidents that have occurred in many places in the country since this morning.

The events of Diagon Alley and Hogwarts are just some of the many events.

Other little things are extremely tricky.

Just like across the entire country, large-scale riots broke out in protected areas used to house those non-human intelligent creatures.

Mermaids, goblins, goblins and even Veela.

These 'animals' who did not dare to leave the protected area in the past and could only live under the glare of the wizards actually attacked the wizards guarding them at the same time as if they had made an appointment.

Not only that, the Ministry of Magic's service outlets scattered near various wizard gathering places were also attacked by unknown wizard forces today.

The personnel stationed along the national border also encountered attacks from unknown forces from various countries today.

In addition, the pure-blood wizard families within the wizarding world of the country were not spared.

Those families with long inheritance and strong strength are relatively good.

The powerful magic restrictions within their family allowed them to delay for some time when facing attacks, waiting for support from the Ministry of Magic to arrive.

But those small and declining families were not so lucky.

In the face of those wolf-like attackers, their resistance was in vain.

The attackers took control of them very easily, and then started robbing them as if no one was around.

By the time support from the Ministry of Magic arrived, the scene had already turned into a mess of ruins.

This series of events not only caused the Ministry of Magic to lose a large number of expatriates, but also caused countless Muggle sightings.

So the most miserable department in the Ministry of Magic today is the "Ministry of Magic's Accidents and Disasters Department".

After the deployment authority of some Aurors was assigned to them, they now not only have to deal with countless Muggle sightings, but also are responsible for arranging the pensions after the death of some Aurors. This is a big problem for them. A task so complex that it is almost impossible to complete.

And other departments are not going anywhere easily. In view of the fact that this series of events is still happening, there is no sign of stopping.

Even those departments that were less affected by this incident were forced to join in supporting other departments.

Moreover, this support has no time limit.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China has now entered a complete state of war readiness!

Unlike the lively and bustling scene outside, there was silence in the Office of the Minister of Magic at this moment.

Everyone, including the current Minister of Magic, Chris Flint, lowered their heads and remained silent.

Nowadays, in the office, only the slight sucking sound can be heard from time to time, as well as the clicking sound of burning cigarettes.

This was Parker smoking, and under the current circumstances, he was the only one who dared to smoke while Chris was presiding over the meeting.

But soon, Chris's bloodshot, almost cannibalistic gaze fell on Parker, forcing him to put out the cigarette in his hand.

Seeing this, Chris moved his eyes away from him and began to move back and forth on the other people in the office.

But those who were caught by his gaze lowered their already lowered heads, showing no intention of speaking.

This made Chris feel even worse.

He was certain that all the things that happened today were done by Mike and his wizards and inhuman intelligent creatures. This was a war concerning the dominance of the Ministry of Magic!

For this reason, he summoned officials from various departments of the Ministry of Magic to discuss possible implementation methods.

However, he obviously overestimated these so-called officials.

These people have gone straight into autistic mode since entering the office. Not to mention useful advice, they don’t even dare to fart!

"Bang!"

Chris slapped the table hard, and the loud noise shocked everyone else.

"A bunch of trash! What use do I need from you?"

Chris's roar echoed in the office, but no one had any big reaction.

After all, they had grown tired of hearing similar words over the past few months.

Upon seeing this, Chris's expression became even more ferocious, and the wand appeared in his hand at some point.

Seeing that Chris was about to lose control, Paklo couldn't sit still anymore.

He sighed, lit another cigarette and took a deep breath. Then he straightened up and asked everyone:

"I'm curious about one thing. In history, the Ministry of Magic has experienced similar things many times. So how did you deal with these things in the past?"

Hearing this, Chris put down the wand in his hand.

But soon, he raised the wand again, because many officials present remained silent.

Finally, when Chris's anger was about to reach its breaking point, Kingsley stood up.

He nodded to Chris and Paklo who were at the top, and then said:

"In the past, in the face of such large-scale rebellions, if our strength was strong enough, we would forcibly suppress it. But if our strength was insufficient, we would use the method of division and co-optation to start from within the enemy and try to disintegrate the enemy. alliance.

Just like the previous generation of the Dark Lord Grindelwald, we attracted a large part of the forces that originally belonged to Grindelwald's camp.

It turns out that this method is very useful! "

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present nodded.

And Chris's eyes even lit up.