Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 611 Negotiation
And tracking glasses.

This is an old gentleman's monocle, with a worn and blurred lens on one end and an agate gemstone clip strung on a thin gold chain on the other.

These lenses were very popular among Victorian gentlemen, so popular that even people without visual impairments would wear a pair of plain glasses as accessories.

But it is not qualified as a jewelry because its user experience is very bad. The lens needs to be embedded in the eye socket and the other end needs to be clamped on the chest to prevent the lens from falling off. Not to mention the discomfort, people with shallow eye sockets cannot use it.

Of course, you can also use it in your hand.

However, this usage cannot generally be used when looking at people, because the strange action will be considered impolite (some people may do this deliberately to express contempt).

The function of this monocle is also very simple, that is tracking.

Theoretically, he can track anyone or anything, regardless of space, time, or any means of concealment.

But in fact, its effect is not that great. After testing, it was found that the farther away the object is, the vaguer the clues it can track are.

But for wizards, some vague images and approximate locations are enough.

After all, they have the Apparition spell. As long as the target is not in a blocked space, they can rely on this information to lock the coordinates and teleport directly.

It is with the help of this monocle that the talents of the International Magical Confederation can continuously obtain information about Harry's location. Otherwise, with the powerful ability of the Death Cloak, it would be wishful thinking for others to find him.

Also used in conjunction with the Tracking Eyes is a mysterious object called the Sky-Breaking Pool.

This is an irregular pond with an area of ​​about five square meters, filled with some light blue translucent unknown liquid.

Its ability is very simple, which is to break through space on the premise of obtaining enough information and form a one-way portal that can last for 30 minutes.

Most importantly, the portal it builds can directly ignore any known means of blocking space, including anti-Apparition and anti-Apparition.

The reason why those wizards from the International Magic Confederation were able to directly enter the Masonic secret realm was entirely due to the special abilities of the tracking glasses and the Sky-Breaking Pool.

In addition to the above mysterious objects, the International Magical Federation also accommodates a large number of harmful mysterious objects, such as the Back Killer (a hairy black child with a monkey-like appearance. When getting along with him, you must face him directly, and if you see his back, you will die suddenly.), the Fear Box (a circus scare box with a clown doll inside. Once someone approaches the box, it will automatically open and the clown doll inside will jump out to kill.), the Evil God Gold (a high-purity gold nugget that will continue to multiply. Any human who has come into contact with its body or its multiplied body will be transformed into a fishman within a month)...

It is said that these dangerous and harmful mysterious objects are sealed under the holy mountain and are suppressed by the holy mountain whose weight is impossible to estimate.

After listening to Benjamin's report, Mike's face turned a little ugly.

He didn't care much about other things, not even the information about the Holy Mountain. The only things that made him unhappy were the Tracking Glasses and the Sky-Breaking Pool.

The power of this combination is really terrifying! This means that as long as the International Federation of Magic wants, they can deploy troops into the Masonic secret territory at any time, or deploy them to Mike or other Freemason members. This is a huge threat to the Freemasons.

Benjamin also saw Mike's thoughts. He smiled and said:
"The use of the Sky Breaking Pool has very large limitations. In order to activate it, very detailed information is required. However, with the vague information obtained by the tracking glasses, it is simply not possible to break through the space of the Freemasonry Secret Realm. The reason why they were able to do it last time was entirely because they collected too much information about Harry, which allowed them to use Harry as the coordinate point and transmit it here."

Hearing this, Macbeth glanced at Benjamin. He had realized that Benjamin was deliberately keeping the secret in order to embarrass himself.

However, Mike did not react more violently. He always remembered the oath taken when Freemasonry was founded - to be in the same boat!
He and every member of the Freemasonry are equals and they are friends.

It is normal for friends to joke around with each other.

Mike frowned and said:

"Then our mission now is to find Harry as soon as possible. You must do your best, otherwise the International Magical Confederation will most likely send someone directly over here again."

"Don't worry, Arthur has already gone to look for him. I believe there will be results soon." Franklin said, "You know, as a demon hunter, hunting is what Arthur is best at."

"Didn't he just get injured? Why is he out looking for Harry again?"

Mike asked in surprise, and Franklin shrugged and said:

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. For example, I once ate five 5-inch potato wedges and bacon pizzas by myself when I was extremely angry. Arthur is a demon hunter, so he is naturally not comparable to us mortals."

Mike ignored Franklin's inexplicable and weird remarks and just nodded silently.

Mike could understand Arthur's desire to capture Harry as soon as possible to avenge the piercing of his chest, but he really didn't think highly of Arthur.

The Death Cloak was too powerful, even his legendary mental power could not see through it.

Although according to Victor's description, Arthur should be able to rely on some kind of hunter's intuition that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't work to vaguely "smell Harry's scent", but the reliability of this ability is still questionable. After all, if this ability is really useful, Harry would not be able to run from the teleportation hall to Victor's laboratory.

With a long sigh, Mike prepared to return to the Ministry of Magic.

There is basically nothing to worry about with Benjamin and others here, and it is time for me to go back and handle government affairs.

But just as he was about to activate the door key, Penelope suddenly broke into the room.

"Mike, there's a guy claiming to be the president of the International Magical Confederation who wants to see you."

"Um?!"

Mike's eyebrows suddenly raised. He had expected that the International Magic Confederation would look for him, but he didn't expect the other party to be so anxious.

But soon the corners of his mouth turned up again.

The fact that the other party is so anxious just proves that I have something on them, which means I can blackmail them.

Of course, doing so is bound to arouse the other party's disgust, and may even directly lead to a rift between the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom and the International Confederation of Magic.

But Mike didn't care about any of this.

Anyway, Mike had no intention of getting along with the other party from the beginning. So what's the point of this false peace? It's better to get more benefits!
Thinking of this, Mike smiled and said:

"Okay, what about the others?"

"The other party said that they wanted to use the communication spell for remote communication. The address is 192.168.0.1."

"Well, let's go and see what he wants to say!" Mike grinned, waved his hand and led everyone to the integrated command room.

The staff in the command room had already received the news and began preparations.

When Mike arrived and entered the contact address, a familiar white-bearded old man's face appeared on the big screen opposite.

"Good day, Mr. Mike Townley."

"Hello to you too, Mr. President."

Hearing this, the old man with white beard fell silent. He was trying to recall whether he had introduced himself to Mike the last time he met him, because Mike had apparently forgotten his name.

If you don't introduce yourself, it would be disrespectful.

If so, then I have to reconsider my attitude towards Mike and even the Ministry of Magic of Ying Country, because this means that the other party does not take me seriously at all!
He personally prefers the latter. After all, in his impression, Mike is that arrogant and annoying person.

However, he recalled for a long time but could not remember that he had introduced himself. In the end, he could only force a smile and said:
"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Mr. Mike Townley. My name is Motore Ouranos, and I am the current president of the International Confederation of Magic."

"Oh, then, Lord Uranus, what is the matter that you suddenly contacted me about?"

Mike's tone was quite impatient and indifferent, which made the muscles on the white-bearded wizard Motore's face twitch a few times, and he looked very angry.

Fortunately, Motore finally suppressed his anger, raised his head slightly, and said in a cold tone:

"Mr. Mike Townley, just now, the secret realm you are in was attacked by a group of white-robed wizards, right?"

Mike played dumb and said, "Yes, are you going to give me any clues?"

"In fact, they are the operatives sent by our International Magical Federation, and their mission this time is to capture a fugitive." Motore said expressionlessly, "There is intelligence that shows that the fugitive has entered a secret realm, but it does not say that it is the secret realm you own, so my subordinates rashly entered without notifying you."

"It's you!" Mike pretended to be angry and said, "I was just looking for you! Your men have caused great damage to me, you must compensate me!"

"That can all be discussed. What I want to ask now is, are they still alive?"

"What do you say?"

Mike crossed his legs and said disdainfully, while Moltore lowered his head and said somewhat sadly:
"Is that so? Then I ask you to return their bodies, if they still have them. They are all warriors who have made outstanding contributions to world peace, and the International Magical Federation needs to give them the honor they deserve."

Mike didn't say anything, but just asked the staff beside him to play the video of the mushroom cloud rising over Victor's laboratory.

After reading it, Motore sighed, picked up a piece of parchment from the table in front of him and read:

"In view of the losses caused to you by our mistaken personnel assignment, the International Magic Federation is willing to compensate you with 200,000 gold galleons, 1,000 snake grasses, 120 kilograms of dragon blood, and 3 tons of mithril..."

"Okay, stop talking." Mike interrupted mercilessly, "You should know that for me who controls the entire Ministry of Magic and Los Santos Corporation, these ordinary materials are not worth much. If you want to take back the bodies of the triplets, then show some sincerity."

"So what do you want? Sir Mike Townley!"

Motore's eyes began to become dangerous. He had vaguely guessed what Mike wanted. When he finally said Mike's name, he spoke it word by word with gritted teeth.

"I want to be mysterious..."

"That's impossible!" Motore interrupted, "Everything else can be discussed, but this one is not negotiable!"

"That's a pity. Is this the only way the International Magical Federation treats the heroes who have made great contributions to them? It seems that your company is just talking, I thought... Tsk tsk tsk."

Listening to Mike's deliberately rude tone and looking at the other party's asking-for-a-punch look, Motore couldn't help but clench his fists.

If he could, he really wanted to smash Mike's head with one punch.

It’s a pity that there is a screen between the two sides.

After silently weighing the importance of the mysterious object and the three old triplets, Motore finally loosened his clenched fists.

There are plenty of mysterious objects in the International Magic Federation, but if the things hidden in the triplets' old bodies are leaked, it will cause serious consequences.

"Mr. Mike Townley, we can agree to your request to a certain extent. Let's have a good talk."

"Wouldn't it be better if this was the case earlier!"

Mike jumped off the chair and a fox-like smile appeared on his face.

……

Half an hour later, the long bargaining finally ended, and Mike and Mottore finally reached a consensus on returning the bodies of the old triplets and compensation.

Although the negotiation process was not pleasant, both parties managed to achieve their goals, so after the negotiation, both of them had a faint smile on their faces.

"Haha, Sir Mike Townley, the people who compensated me are already on their way to the Ministry of Magic of Ying Country. I hope they can see the remains of the three elders by then."

"That's natural. I can tell you responsibly that the bodies of the triplets are very well preserved and will definitely not disappoint you."

Motore simply ignored Mike's somewhat rude remarks and began to divert the topic elsewhere.

Avoiding awkward conversations is a compulsory course for a noble, and Mottore is unwilling to abandon this virtue even when facing a reckless man like Mike.

After chatting for a while, just when Motore's smiling face was about to freeze, the transaction between the two parties was finally completed.

"Okay, Mr. Mike Townley, we have confirmed that we have received what you wanted, so we'll take our leave now."

After saying this, Motore let out a long breath and impatiently turned off the communication signal.

It was really painful to talk to Mike, especially when Mike was being sarcastic on purpose. Even the well-mannered Motore was about to lose control.

(End of this chapter)