Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 504: The United States That Krei Loves

"Big business?"

Kled's eyes lit up slightly, and the lizard Skarr, who had been knocked unconscious, woke up. He tilted his head and stared at Abbot with interest with his big eyes fluttering.

Seeing this, Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, both of them had an expression that said "as expected".

In their view, goblins are goblins, and their race's innate greed for money cannot be erased in any way.

But at this moment, Klei's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he cursed at Abbot:

"Fuck you, you Englishman! Do you think I will bow down to you? Do you think that just because you did business with me, you have the right to be so arrogant to me here? Big business? Have you ever seen what big business is? You country bumpkin from the UK! This is the United States!"

Abbott's face turned pale instantly when he heard that. The fingers of his right hand trembled slightly, and a light brown magic wand was already in his hand.

Seeing this, Skarr's expression immediately became ferocious, and the two fairies that had been hiding in the corner also came over, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly became tense!

Just when the situation was about to get out of control, Mike held down Abbott's hand holding the wand, nodded at him, then walked past the crowd and came in front of Kled and pulled down his hood.

"I'm the one who wants to discuss business with you."

Mike said in a calm tone.

But Kled, who had just been very angry, was stunned when he saw Mike's true face, and then he showed a meaningful smile.

"Mike Townley! The boss of Los Santos Group, the black wizard slayer of Ying Country! You actually came to the United States? This is really valuable news!"

Mike's face darkened when he heard this. He had long expected that Kled knew him. After all, with his fame in Ying Country, it was impossible for the intelligence dealer to know nothing about him. But he never expected that the other party would give him such a childish nickname!
As for the second half of Kled's words, Mike smiled and said:

"I don't think you can make money off of this news."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying oppressive force spread out from Mike's body.

This was not some mysterious aura, but the real pressure caused by the outpouring of a large amount of magic power. Under this great pressure, the expressions of the two gatekeeper fairies instantly became terrified. The lizard Skarr even screamed and buried his head in Kled's arms, trembling.

Kled's expression was extremely ugly. Mike's strength exceeded his expectations. If the other party attacked here regardless of the consequences, he and others would have no chance of survival.

What made him even angrier was the shameful performance of his pet Skaarl. You know, Kled himself is a tough guy!

"coward!"

Kled roared and punched Skaarl on the head again, knocking him unconscious again.

After doing all this, Kled panted and looked at Mike again and said:
"Okay, I admit that you are qualified to make a deal with me! Tell me, what do you need?"

Kled's attitude was still not good, but Mike didn't care. He retracted his power, nodded and said:

"I want all the information about the Flint family. Including all the information about other families that have allied with him. Do you understand?"

"The Flints? The Flint you mean?"

"Yes, it's Flint, one of the twenty-eight sacred tribes of Ying Nation."

Kelei's eyes lit up instantly, and his attitude suddenly changed. He said with some excitement and some diligence:
"You mean the Flint family is in the United States? Are you going to cause trouble for them?"

"I don't know. If I knew, I wouldn't come here to find you." Mike said calmly, "Okay, stop talking nonsense and make an offer."

Kelei rubbed his hands excitedly, and after a while he stretched out two fingers and said:
"Give me a week, and I will do my best to find it. But I want a deposit of 300 gold galleons, and the subsequent rewards will be based on the completeness of the intelligence."

Mike looked at the two fingers that Kled raised high and silently threw out a seamless stretch pocket.

Klei had no intention of counting the money. He casually threw the pocket aside and said to Mike with great interest:
"I guess a big shot like you wouldn't come to the United States for a tour at this time, right? Why? Are you going to cause trouble for the Kent family?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

"No, no, no! You are wrong!" Kled shook his head and said, "In fact, in addition to being an intelligence dealer, I also take care of security business and sell various contraband. If you need, I can meet almost all of your requirements!"

Mike looked at him meaningfully, and then said:

"No need. Just hand it over to Ebut after you gather the intelligence."

After saying that, Mike turned around and left with Abbott and Zhou Hong.

And Kled is still continuing to sell his products.

"No, come and have a look, sir! I have everything here! And although the Kent family is not strong, those vampires and werewolves are still quite troublesome! Dear, I suggest you use the magic missile!"

Hearing this, Mike's face darkened and his pace became faster.

What is a magic missile?
That was a mixed bomb made up of a large number of alchemical bombs. Its power was almost comparable to the Fiendfyre that Mike had unleashed with all his might. It was something that the Ministry of Magic of various countries stored as a strategic weapon.

And this guy Kled actually wanted Mike to use magic missiles to destroy a small town!
This guy is simply a lunatic!
The three of them ran all the way and only slowed down when they reached the stairwell.

At this time, Zhou Hong, who had been silent, finally pulled down his hood and looked at Abbott with a puzzled look.

"Abbott, is this person you're looking for reliable? He looks... a little strange."

"Are you talking about Kled?" Abbott panted, "He doesn't look like a goblin, but he is absolutely reliable when it comes to trading. This is something that countless people have proven."

Zhou Hong nodded silently, but Abbott was still not satisfied and continued:
"Kled is a warmonger through and through. He hates peace and loves chaos and war the most. He will provide all kinds of weapons, such as alchemical bombs, at low prices or even for free to any person or other creature who tells him that he wants to cause destruction. This is easy for him because he has a lot of dwarves and goblins under his command.

In fact, this guy had been active in France, and only came to the United States to settle down in recent years. According to him, compared with France, the United States is more to his taste!" The three of them climbed the stairs while talking, and soon they were back on the ground.

Before I knew it, it had gotten completely dark outside.

The street where the Scar Eye Bar is located does not have magic street lights installed like the Square Street, so when night falls, the entire street is completely plunged into darkness.

But compared to the daytime, it is much more lively here. A large number of ferocious wizards and magical creatures are wandering on the streets, and there are many wizards and creatures in tattered clothes lying in the corners. Although it is winter, most of them do not have many decent clothes. They can only rely on cardboard boxes and newspapers to keep warm and shiver in the cold night.

Here, people like Mike and Abbott are obviously outliers, so they naturally attract everyone's attention.

Feeling those malicious gazes in the darkness, Zhou Hong's heart was filled with doubts.

"Who are these people?"

Zhou Hong asked with a frown.

You should know that this street is also within the scope of Square Street and is protected by a Muggle-shielding spell. This means that all the people here are wizards or intelligent creatures with magical powers.

But how could such a group of people and creatures live such a miserable life?
"Just like you, stowaways, illegal immigrants, and those who are unwilling to leave after their visas expire... In short, these are all people without identities and not recognized by the Magical Congress of the United States." Abbott whispered, and then he tightened his windbreaker and said to Mike, "Let's leave here quickly. It's very dangerous here at night. These people are all desperate criminals and might rob us. Although their strength is not very good, if they make a big fuss and attract the Aurors, it will be difficult to end. After all, you don't have identities either."

Hearing this, Mike nodded, and the three of them, holding their wands, cautiously left the dark and dilapidated street.

When the three of them returned to the square street which was as bright as day, Abbott finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As Zhou Hong looked at the brightly dressed pedestrians coming and going on the square street and the colorful photos of beautiful shops flashing in the sky, a sense of unreality arose in his heart.

Square Street and that nameless street were like heaven and hell. The difference between the two was so great that Zhou Hong simply couldn't understand why this happened.

You know, even the slums in North London where he once lived were countless times better than that nameless street!
Unlike Zhou Hong, Mike's expression has not changed much and he seems extremely indifferent.

There was no way around it. He had seen too many such situations in his previous life.

At the same time, he also knew very well why this happened.

The Magical Congress of the United States has described the United States as a land of freedom and a paradise where all intelligent creatures live in harmony through various chicken soup articles and funny stories. At the same time, it also describes the native wizards of the United States as country nouveau riche who have never seen the world and are stupid and rich.

This caused down-and-out wizards and oppressed intelligent creatures from all over the world to go crazy and start a new life in the United States.

But is it really that easy? Facts have proven that American wizards are not nouveau riche, but shrewd and cunning egoists.

Under the oppression of these people, it is extremely difficult for the poor people who come from all over the world to get the life they want.

The American magic world will become more prosperous and more false by devouring the flesh and blood of these outsiders.

Those homeless people on the nameless streets are the best examples; they are the flesh and blood residues chewed up by the American magical community, and they will never be able to turn over in their lifetime.

Because they are people without identity in the United States, any Auror or striker who sees them will kill them without mercy, which means they have no way to change their current situation.

At the same time, although the American magical community always claims to be an equal society where all kinds of intelligent life can coexist harmoniously, people's hearts are not so easily changed.

Pure-blood wizards look down on half-blood and Muggle-blood wizards, wizards look down on various non-human creatures, and those non-human creatures are hostile to each other.

To be honest, Mike now really understands Kled. The current American magic world is an active volcano, with zz discrimination, jj discrimination, and a huge gap between the rich and the poor...

These countless social problems may explode at any time, perhaps tomorrow or next year.

Once these social contradictions that have been accumulated over the years suddenly erupt, the entire American magical world will become a chaotic hell!

Now Kled is just watching in secret. As soon as the riot begins, he and his men will come out in full force to join in the feast!
The American magic world is truly a paradise for a warmonger like Kled.

Mike thought so as he looked at the bustling Plaza Street.

……

The next morning, Mike put on his equipment early and sat in the restaurant of Villa Abbot to enjoy breakfast.

Although he had seen through the crisis that the American magical world was about to face, he had no interest in these things.

The only thing on his mind now was to catch the Kent family!
After finishing their breakfast leisurely, Benjamin and Franklin, who had rested for the whole day, appeared in the restaurant with the others.

Looking at them wolfing down the food, Mike nodded silently. They all looked good, so Mike felt relieved.

It was not until everyone finished breakfast that Abbott hurried in from outside and said to Mike with a serious expression:
"The town of Forks is too remote. There is no public Floo network node for teleportation, so I have prepared a Night Unicorn carriage for you. My driver will take you there in a while."

"Thank you, Abbott."

Mike nodded and thanked Abbott, but the latter showed a guilty expression and hesitated for a long time before saying:
"Sorry, Mike, I can't go with you this time. You know, I've already made a name for myself here, and almost all the top leaders in Congress know me. If I participate in this operation, I..."

Abbott was interrupted by Mike before he finished speaking. Mike punched Abbott lightly in the chest and then said with a smile:
"Don't say that. Remember what I always say? We are friends. Friends should understand each other. I know you are in trouble, and I won't blame you. What's more, you have helped me a lot."

As he spoke, Mike shook the information about the Kent family in his hand.

Seeing this, Abbott's eyes turned slightly red, and he opened and closed his mouth for a long time but said nothing. Finally, he gave Mike a big hug.

After smiling and hugging Abbott, Mike turned to look at the people who were already prepared and shouted:
"Okay, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)