When the British Ministry of Magic was about to close get off work, Harry received a call from his eldest son who was far away in the United States. He subconsciously looked at the world clock on his desk. This was not the time when James would call.

He glanced around habitually and picked up the phone. His son really had business to do, but it was not easy to handle.

The minute hand in the office quickly pointed to the hour, and when it was time to leave work, the Aurors in the office got up one after another and said goodbye to him when they passed by his cubicle. Harry smiled as he listened to his eldest son talking on the phone Wave goodbye to your colleagues.

After hanging up the phone, Harry sat at his desk, took off his round glasses, wiped them slowly, and put them back on after a while.

He touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, stood up from the chair, walked out slowly, and called a few of his good friends, and made an appointment to have a gathering at his house.

He felt that he had thought about it in detail, and was even ready to fight against evil forces with his friends like when he was a student. As a result, just after he finished his plan, Hermione, who just took over as the Minister of Magic last year, picked a challenge. Sister, she also received a call from James before she got off work, and she had already had some basic considerations when she came. She asked Harry, "Who are you going to ask for help?"

Harry looked at the people present: "Everyone I can fully trust is already sitting here."

Hermione looked at her friend, shook her head in disapproval, and said, "Hydra is not Voldemort, they are all Muggles, and their status in the wizarding world is not as deep as Voldemort's. There will be many people who are willing to betray them— —now, call Malfoy."

Harry and Malfoy had an average relationship. Although they had occasional contacts after the war, they could not be said to be trustworthy, so he showed a puzzled expression, and Hermione explained: "You are in the Auror Command, and you don't have that much contact with them. , don’t underestimate the sources of these families.”

Hermione was in charge of the IQ of the trio when she was in school, and she has worked in the Ministry of Magic for a long time, and she is indeed much better than Harry in terms of ability. Harry agreed after not thinking long.

Seeing him nodding, Hermione smiled: "I will contact Professor McGonagall, Hogwarts will always be our backing."

Harry had no doubts about this, and Hermione took out a few small instruments from his pocket and put them on the table: "James said that the S.H.I.E.L.D. I sent it over, it might give us some help."

This consideration can be said to be very sufficient. No one present could express any objection. Everyone approved Hermione's opinion unanimously. Harry took out his mobile phone and called Malfoy, whom he hadn't contacted for several months.

Knowing that there was going to be a fight, Nicole and Peter put on their battle suits again. When they came out, Fury had already banned all activities of Rumlow with the authority of the director. It was just that Rumlow first checked the surveillance when he entered the door, and they did not Know who his accomplices are.

After the alarm was sounded, the elevators in the entire building were automatically shut down. Fury used the director's ID card to temporarily operate an elevator. After canceling the floor display function, he greeted everyone to advance to the elevator.

Before leaving, Natasha looked at the group of bound wizards. It is impossible for them to leave someone here to watch them, let alone take them up together.

Nicole looked at these wizards following Natasha's eyes, raised her hand and touched her chin, and said to herself what Natasha wanted to say: "It's really uneasy to put them here like this ,or……"

She obviously had some ideas, but she didn't know why after listening, Natasha looked at her, Nicole laughed twice, rubbed her hands a little excitedly, and said, "How about we take their Has the wand been broken? A wizard without a wand is nothing."

James, the wizard on his side, couldn't help touching his wand after hearing this proposal, and was the first to agree: "Nicole is right, and in the United States, getting a wand afterward is just a matter of effort and effort." It's just money."

The wizards have said so, and of course everyone has no opinion. Nicole stretched out her claws at these trembling wizards.

The feeling of breaking a wand is amazing, some are as brittle as breaking a chocolate bar, and some are a little bit tough, and you need to use force to break it. After all, this thing belongs to the precious property of wizards, and Nicole is not afraid to break it. Throw it directly, but stuff it into Peter's hand.

Holding a bunch of broken wands, Peter was a little at a loss. It's not good to just throw them away, but it's not reassuring to put them here. He looked around and stuffed all the wands that had been broken in half. When it was in James' hands, let him put it in his huge bag.

After solving their worries, they stood in the elevator and followed Fury upstairs.

During the upward movement of the elevator, due to time constraints, after each of them distributed a detector, Fury explained the division of tasks very concisely. The specific means were up to them, as long as they could complete the task.

Nicole left the elevator halfway and did not follow them to the top floor. Her area of ​​responsibility was the safety staircase on the west side. Without the elevator, Hydra could only use the stairs. She planned to go directly to the stairs to try her luck.

Facts have proved that Nicole's luck is very good. Before she reached the stairwell, she heard the detector go off. She quickly turned off the alarm, stared at the closed stair door, and removed it from the suit. A sonic bomb, and walked over lightly.

She gently pushed the door open and heard footsteps downstairs. She hid a little bit and hid in the shadows. There were no windows in the corridor. Her black battle suit was a perfect match for the darkness. Blended into one, you can't see it unless you look carefully.

They probably didn't expect such a coincidence. Their voices were not lowered at all, and they passed straight into Nicole's ears: "Didn't you say that this task is immature?"

"Where are there so many words, what do you say above, what should we do." Another person replied a little impatiently.

"I heard that the higher up seems to have sent that iron arm to New York, you say..." The previous person spoke again, they turned the corner and met Nicole face to face, the person swallowed the second half of the sentence , the voice changed abruptly when he said it, "There is an ambush!"

The sonic bomb in Nicole's hand was already ready to go, and she gently threw it at their feet with the same movement as flipping a coin.

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