Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"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, trembled, and struggled to stand up.

"I...I'm okay."

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

Hearing this, Harry finally felt the severe pain 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 pack 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 also 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 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 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 turned pale and 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 walking 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 sure whether they are true.

And even if it were true, if the sky fell, there would still be a tall man holding it up, so Harry didn't think he would be greatly affected.

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 for transporting supplies. Of course, this was only a superficial 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 people.

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 this way, Zhou Hong's mood became 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:

"It doesn't make any sense for you to follow me like this."

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

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

Compared with life in the conventional sense, I am now more like a piece of artificial intelligence. My body has always been in the alchemy laboratory within the secret territory of Freemasonry, and has never moved. What you see now is only

It's just a mechanical body controlled by my own body.

Do you know what this means?"

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

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Los Santos combat wizard 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. But 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 this, 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 glanced back and forth at 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 Freemasonry 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 still didn't leave.

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

…

Time slowly came to late 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 that 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 all had red faces and thick necks, and they were shouting and roaring at their subordinates.

Cups of refreshing black tea were constantly 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 in Diagon Alley and Hogwarts are just some of the many events.

Other little things are also extremely tricky.

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

Mermaids, fairies, 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 on the border were also attacked by unknown forces from various countries today.

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

Those families with long heritage and strong strength are doing better.

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 families and declining families are not so lucky.

Facing those wolf-like attackers, their resistance was essentially useless.

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 Accidents and Disasters Department of the Ministry of Magic.

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

A task that is so complex that it is almost impossible to complete.

And other departments are not going anywhere easy either. In view of the fact that this series of events are still happening right now, 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, you can only hear the slight sucking sound from time to time, and the clicking sound of burning cigarettes.

This is Parker smoking, and under the current circumstances, he is the only one who dares to smoke while Chris is 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 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 the things that happened today were all 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 much reaction.

After all, they have been tired of hearing similar words in 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 who was standing beside him finally couldn't sit still.

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, when faced with 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.

Facts have proved that this method is very useful!”

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

And Chris's eyes even lit up.