Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"Very good, then try this plan first!"

Chris said, leaning back on the back of the chair.

But when everyone in the conference room heard this, there was no reaction. In the end, the director of the Auror office gritted his teeth and stood up and said:

"Mr. Minister, we have actually used the plan that Kingsley mentioned since the beginning of the incident, but the effect is not good.

This time those guys had extremely firm beliefs. No matter what benefits we promised them, they were unmoved, even the most greedy goblins on weekdays were no exception."

After saying that, the director of the Auror office sat down, and the atmosphere in the conference room returned to the initial silence.

Everyone looked like they bowed their heads and looked lifeless.

Chris sighed and looked at Pickle again.

Now all he can count on is this strange but capable subordinate.

Seeing this, the latter stopped the action of breaking his nails in his hand and said expressionlessly:

"Then let me summarize the current situation first.

This time we are not facing terrorists in the general sense, but an organized and premeditated act of stealing the country.

The criminals led by McTownley directly destroyed almost the entire Auror elite troops at the beginning of their operation, which resulted in no one available to us when facing the subsequent series of emergencies. Oh, don't mention any strikers to me, they are just some waste.

This problem cannot be solved even by our respected Mr. Minister. Although Mr. Minister has unparalleled power, he is only one person and cannot handle a lot of trivial matters.

So the primary problem facing us now is insufficient manpower, because if we have enough manpower, even if we cannot solve all problems, it can greatly alleviate McTownley's offensive. When their first and second waves of attacks cannot achieve the due results, it is time for us to counterattack.

So now, just because of the lack of staff, do you have any good solutions?”

Listening to Picklelo's words, everyone present nodded constantly, even Chris himself, who was ill-talked.

Parklow summarized it very well, and it is indeed two brushes.

But nodding, they were still silent.

Some people even relaxed and crossed their legs. In their hearts, since Parklow is so smart, they should even propose solutions.

As for themselves, it's enough to just lie down.

Seeing this, Parklo's face finally showed a hint of anger. He threw the documents in his hand on the table and said:

"Don't speak? Well! You know, the Ministry of Magic has no ability to solve the massive emergencies. If this continues, the country will be over in less than a week. When that time comes, you will be swept into the garbage dump!"

"Maybe I have a way."

As soon as Parklow finished speaking, Chris heard Kingsley say this before he could get angry.

As soon as this was said, everyone in the office looked at Kingsley.

This put a lot of pressure on Kingsley, and the cold sweat on his forehead was blown away.

But in the end he gritted his teeth and stood up and said:

"Director Pickler summarized it very well. The biggest problem we are facing now is the shortage of manpower. It is actually very simple to solve this problem. We lack manpower, but the Ministry of Magic in other countries may not be missing. We just need to come to the seconded Auror troops."

As soon as this spoke, the others in the office nodded and agreed, and finally smiled on their faces, because the development of the matter was exactly what they expected. They just needed to be responsible for lying down, and other people would solve the problem.

"quiet!"

Chris yelled, and the office that had become noisy became quiet.

Then Chris stared at Kingsley and said:

"You ask me to go to other Ministry of Magic for help? Let me, the strongest legendary wizard in the world today, beg for help from those humble guys like ants?"

"No...I'm not..."

Kingsley waved his hands repeatedly and said.

He felt a powerful murderous aura when he was staring at him directly. He dared to be sure that if he said something wrong next, the other party would directly kill him!

This changed the tone of his speech.

"Don't do this, Mr. Minister." Pickler suddenly said, "Mr. Kingsley is also thinking about the Ministry of Magic, which is the best way at present. Besides, the secondment is far from begging, you are a little too extreme."

Hearing this, Chris's anger decreased slightly, but he still looked unhappy.

But Parklow did not pay attention to him, but turned his head to look at Kingsley and said:

"So, Mr. Kingsley, which country's Ministry of Magic do you think is most likely to second the Aurors' troops to us?"

"Uh... France. Well, France, their relationship with our Ministry of Magic has always been very good. In the past few years, their Bratton Magic School also participated in the Triple Championship held by Hogwarts. Besides, we are still neighbors, and if we are unlucky, they will not be able to live well. In addition, the internal support agreement of the "International Wizards Federation", so... they will not refuse us for reason."

Kingsley nodded confidently. In his opinion, the French Ministry of Magic would definitely agree to send troops because they had no reason to refuse.

But some officials in the conference room, including Chris and Parklow, changed their faces.

Kingsley, who originally belonged to the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo, may not know it yet, but they, the officials of the foreign Flint faction, knew it very well.

Their leader Chris, who had offended the Ministers of Magic of some major powers in the Holy Land of Marticoah, was one of them.

In this case, it is hard to say whether the other party is willing to send troops or not.

Kingsley obviously noticed the change in the atmosphere at the scene. He looked at Chris and others nervously. The sweat beads on his forehead kept rolling down, but he had no intention of wiping it.

The expression on Chris's face also became ferocious little by little.

It was extremely humiliating for him to ask for help from France. If possible, he really didn't want to do it.

But there is no way, now this is the best solution.

Gripping his teeth, Chris said:

"Then I'll go to the Ministry of Magic of France!"

Hearing this, Pickle was frowning suddenly, looking at Chris with some concern and said:

"Can they agree?"

Chris knew what Parklow meant very well. He grinned, revealing a deep white teeth with cold air and said:

"They will agree because they have no right to refuse at all!"

As soon as this was said, everyone in the office took a breath.

Although the tone Chris used was very normal when he spoke, they still tasted the murderous aura from those plain words.

"Then do it like this. I'm going to prepare for a trip to France." Chris got up and walked out the door. "When I was not here, the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo will give it to you, Pickle."

Chris knew very well that even at such a special moment, as long as the Ministry of Magic had Pellow there, there would be no big mess.

This is the main reason why you dare to go abroad in person at this time.

"Well, don't worry if I'm here."

Parklow stood up and nodded solemnly.

Seeing this, the others in the office also occupied it and watched Chris walk out of the office.

It was not until Chris and Pickle's figures completely disappeared from their sight that they relaxed and started chatting while talking and laughing, not at all the autistic look he had before.

Some people even gathered beside Kingsley to express their gratitude to him.

If it weren't for Kingsley today, I wouldn't have known that this meeting would be held until this time.

However, in the face of the enthusiasm of his colleagues, Kingsley was a little absent-minded.

Kingsley finally left the office after politely rejecting the invitation to three cocktail parties on the grounds that he urgently needed to go home for a rest.

But after that, Kingsley did not go home as he said, but sneaked into a corner where no one was. After using the spell to confirm that there was no one around and there was no monitoring spell, he finally took out a golden gallon from his pocket.

Kingsley arched his body and rubbed his thumb clockwise on the golden gallon clockwise.

When the friction reached the third round, the fire dragon pattern on the surface of Jin Jialong suddenly twisted, and finally formed a pattern holding two hands together. At the same time, under the pattern, several miniature letters were engraved - together!

"Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear it?"

Kingsley deliberately lowered his voice and said to the gold coins. While speaking, his eyes were still rotating and observing the surroundings.

"Tell me."

A vague voice of a man and a woman could not hear clearly came from the gold coin, and Kingsley was immediately excited when he heard this. He stuck out his tongue and quickly moistened his chapped lips, and said softly:

"The plan is successful, Chris Flint will go to France as late as tomorrow!"

"Understood."

The voice that was neither male nor female sounded again, and then, the gold coin in Kingsley's hand flashed with blue light, and the patterns returned to their original state.

Seeing this, Kingsley breathed a long sigh of relief, carefully put the gold coin in his pocket and then straightened up and left the corner with a relaxed and comfortable look on his face.

Next he was ready to keep his promises to his colleagues and go home and have a good rest.

After all, maybe tomorrow, the entire Ministry of Magic will be disrupted.

By then, there will be countless work to wait for him to do!

Thinking of this, Kingsley suddenly grinned on his black face, revealing his two rows of scary white teeth, and also hummed a song that no one could understand.

At the same time, Penelo put down the gold coins in his hand with a serious expression.

Kingsley, as an undercover agent who was installed in the Ministry of Magic, has completed his mission perfectly.

Inspire Chris to go to France to second the Aurors.

This is a task given to Kingsley by Mike. As long as this task can be completed smoothly, Chris will turn into an empty shell as soon as he leaves the current Ministry of Magic of Yingguo, and they can easily break through the core of the power of the Magic of Yingguo.

But this is just an ideal state. In fact, there is basically no one in the Freemasonry that is optimistic about Kingsley.

After all, Kingsley's previous ability in front of Freemasons and others was not strong, and his luck was even worse.

But I didn't expect Kingsley to succeed this time!

Taking a deep breath, Penelo suppressed his inner excitement and quickly left the room. After passing through a long corridor, he finally stopped in front of a pair of huge black stone gates carved with fire dragon patterns.

This is a meditation room specially prepared by Victor for Mike. It has a large amount of magical prohibitions installed inside. In addition to increasing the meditation effect to a certain extent, it can also serve as a temporary safe house at critical moments.

In recent days, in order to maintain the strongest state at all times, Mike stayed in this meditation room for meditation twenty-four hours a day. No one else had the right to enter it except for a very small number of people including Penelo.

"Puff!"

A strange mechanical transmission sounded, and several mechanical arms with probes at the tips stretched out from the door, twisting towards Penelo's face. As their movements, magical lights suddenly appeared, identifying Penelo's face.

After a while, a slightly distorted synthetic sound was also uploaded from the door.

"Visitor: Penelo Clivat confirms that the first-level authority has been confirmed... Welcome, Miss Clivat."

After the mechanical sound fell, the mechanical arm also retracted into the door, and then the door slowly opened.

At this moment, what was presented in front of Penelo was a huge and empty enclosed space. There was no furniture in the space built with anti-magic materials. At this time, Mike was sitting cross-legged in the center of the space, lowering his head to meditate.

Seeing this, Penelo suddenly became flirtatious, took off his shoes, and came to Mike carefully, ready to scare him.

But just as she was about to scream, she heard Mike, who lowered her head, say:

"Penello, is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, there's something wrong," Penelo said angrily, "Kinsley just contacted me and said that the plan has been successful?"

Mike slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

The huge magic power condensed by long-term meditation has not yet dissipated, making his eyes full of faint blue light, which is daunting.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of Mike's mouth began to rise slowly, and at the same time, he stood up and chuckled:

"Is that so? Then, it's our turn to appear next!"