Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 574 Difficult Choice
"Harry, are you okay?"

After Zhou Hong left, Harry still stared blankly in the direction where Zhou Hong left. He really didn't expect that Victor attacked him just after Dumbledore told him to be careful of the people around Mike.

It wasn't until Dumbledore's slightly worried voice rang out that Harry was awakened. He shuddered and struggled 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 and see Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Harry finally felt the severe pain in his palm. He raised his hand and saw that his entire right hand was stained with blood. The blood flowing out of the wound was still dripping along his fingertips, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

Fortunately, although Victor's fingernail pierced Harry's hand, Harry's finger joints can still move normally, which means his bones are not damaged.

Gritting his teeth, Harry used his left hand to take out a packet of distilled white powder from his pocket with difficulty and applied it to his wound. This was a medicine specially distributed by the Los Santos Group for this surprise attack plan. As members of the surprise attack team, Harry and others naturally got a portion as well.

The therapeutic effect of Dictamni is very strong, but the counterpart is its strong pain.

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

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

After a while, when Harry's heavy breathing gradually subsided, Dumbledore continued:
"So Harry, what are you going to do? Are you really going to flee Ying Country like Zhou Hong said?"

Hearing this, Harry, whose face turned pale, was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the portrait of Dumbledore for a long time without saying a word.

Harry is not stupid at all.

He knew very well that traveling far away with the invisibility cloak would mean that he would live in displacement for the rest of his life, because everyone who wanted the Deathly Hallows, including Victor, would try every means to find him. With the existence of divination, it was very easy 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 would happen to him.

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

As for the terrible consequences that Dumbledore mentioned, to be honest, it is not certain whether they are true.

And even if it was true, there would be tall people to hold up the sky if it fell, so 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 carry it on his small shoulders.

Looking at Harry's tangled expression, Dumbledore sighed and said sincerely:

"Harry, the choice is now entirely in your hands. As your headmaster, I support all your decisions.

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

Because indecision is the worst thing.”

Harry raised his head and stared at the portrait of Dumbledore.

I don't know how much time passed before Harry's eyes, which had been a little distracted, became firm again.

Then he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily at Dumbledore.

On the other side, Zhou Hong left the principal's office and 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 supplies were piled up on the empty space. Victor stood beside the supplies and looked at the Los Santos wizards coming and going 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 the official mission. For Zhou Hong, his only task at this stage was to keep a close eye on Victor and prevent him from continuing to track down the 40,000 Hallows.

He thought he had done a very good job on this mission.

Just like just now, if he hadn't arrived in time, Harry Potter would probably be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hong's mood became cheerful.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stood behind Victor with his hands behind his back while humming a little tune.

Hearing the sound, Victor turned his head slightly, then chuckled and said:

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

Zhou Hong looked up and said nothing, and Victor continued:

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

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

Do you know what this means? "

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

Then, a middle-aged man in a Los Santos battle wizard uniform suddenly came over and continued with Victor's words:

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

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

Zhou Hong's eyes swept back and forth between the middle-aged wizard and Victor's faces, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

"I'll tell Mike everything that happened 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. Besides, my influence on the Freemasonry is much stronger than yours. Do you really think Mike will do anything to me for such a small matter?"

After that, Victor stopped paying attention to Zhou Hong.

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

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

He clenched his fists tightly and twisted his body repeatedly, 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 watch him with a stubborn look.

……

Time slowly came to late night.

In this era before smartphones were invented and video games became popular, people usually lacked entertainment activities at night.

On such nights, most people always choose to go to bed early, or, before going to bed, take their partners together to do something beneficial to their physical and mental health.

This is one of the main reasons why the birth rate in this era is higher than that in later generations. But in this quiet night, the lights in the Ministry of Magic are still bright.

People were coming and going in the hall of the Ministry of Magic. Countless uniformed Ministry of Magic clerks were hurrying around, trotting into the fireplace and going somewhere unknown.

The office, which used to be quiet and leisurely, was now bustling with activity. The officials had red faces and thick necks, and were yelling and roaring at their subordinates.

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

At this moment, the Refill Spell has become the most frequently used spell in the office, without a doubt.

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

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

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

Other little things were also extremely tricky.

Just like throughout the country of Ying, large-scale riots broke out in the protected areas used to house non-human intelligent creatures.

Mermaids, fairies, goblins and even veela.

These "animals" who had never dared to leave the protected area in the past and could only live under the contempt of the wizards, today attacked the wizards who were guarding them at the same time as if they had made an appointment.

Not only that, the magic department's office outlets scattered near various wizard gathering places were also attacked by unknown wizard forces today.

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

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

Those families with a long history and strong strength are better off.

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

But those small and declining families are not so lucky.

Faced with those ferocious attackers, their resistance was completely useless.

The attackers easily controlled them and then started robbing as if no one was around.

By the time the Ministry of Magic's support arrived, the scene had already turned into a devastated ruin.

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

So the worst department in the Ministry of Magic today is the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

After the authority to deploy some Aurors was transferred to them, they now not only have to deal with countless Muggle sightings, but are also responsible for arranging compensation for some Aurors who have died. This is a complicated and almost impossible task for them.

Other departments are not feeling much more relaxed, as this series of events are still ongoing and show no signs of stopping.

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

Furthermore, this support has no time limit.

It can be said that the current Ministry of Magic of Ying Country has entered a complete state of combat readiness!
Unlike the bustling scene outside, the Minister of Magic's office was silent at this moment.

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

The only sounds that can be heard in the office nowadays are the occasional soft sucking sound and the crackling sound of burning cigarettes.

This is Paklo smoking. Under the current circumstances, he is the only one who dares to smoke when Chris is presiding over the meeting.

But soon, Chris's bloodshot and murderous eyes fell on Paklo, forcing him to extinguish the cigarette in his hand.

Seeing this, Chris shifted his gaze away from him and began to move his gaze back and forth between other people in the office.

The people he was looking at lowered their heads even lower, showing no intention of speaking.

This made Chris feel even worse.

He was certain that everything that happened today was done by Mike and his wizards and non-human intelligent creatures. This was a war concerning the ruling power of the Ministry of Magic!

For this reason, he summoned officials from various departments of the Ministry of Magic to discuss feasible solutions.

However, he obviously overestimated these so-called officials.

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

"Oh!"

Chris slammed the table hard, and the loud noise startled everyone else.

"A bunch of trash! What use do I have for you?"

Chris's roar echoed in the office, but no one reacted much.

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

Seeing this, Chris's expression became more ferocious, and the magic wand appeared in his hand without him noticing.

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

He sighed, lit another cigarette and took a deep puff, then he straightened up and asked everyone:

"I'm curious about one thing. The Ministry of Magic has experienced similar things many times in history. 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 the zero point, Kingsley stood up.

He nodded to Chris and Pecklo at the top, then said:

"In the past, when faced with such a large-scale rebellion, if our forces were strong enough, we would suppress it by force. If our forces were insufficient, we would use means of division and attraction to start from within the enemy and try to disintegrate the enemy's alliance.

Just like during the period of the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, we have won over 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 these words were spoken, everyone present nodded repeatedly.

Chris' eyes even lit up.

(End of this chapter)