Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Harry welcomed Lucius into the school. Everything was as familiar as ever. The prisoners who had submitted to Harry were doing their jobs. Their prison uniforms had long been burned and replaced with clean and tidy uniforms. Everything was thriving. The only difference was that the first batch of new students in Azkaban were taken to the new student dormitory in the backyard, bringing the first batch of fresh blood to the Azkaban School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In the underground meeting room, the two sat facing each other. Harry beckoned, and two cups of black tea were brought to them. After taking a sip, Harry looked up at Lucius.

"Well then, Mr. Lucius, before we discuss the Holy Church's actions, I have a question for you."

Lucius put down his teacup.

"I'm all ears."

"What do you think of the Ministry of Magic today?" Harry asked, looking into Lucius's eyes.

Lucius instantly realized what Harry wanted to talk about: "The Ministry of Magic is indispensable; it is the cornerstone of the wizarding world's rule. However, within the Ministry of Magic, there is always a group of disgusting parasites who are harming wizards and the wizarding world."

Harry nodded. "So, Mr. Lucius, do you think you're capable enough to be the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic?"

"The Malfoy family will fully support the Holy See." Lucius Malfoy stood up and said to Harry. He had no doubt about Harry's ability to take over the Ministry of Magic again. Four dragons, an army whose members were comparable to elite Aurors, Grindelwald's support... none of these were things that Fudge, that fool, could compete with. If Harry were to take over the Ministry of Magic, he could bring all those powers that he couldn't normally touch into his own hands.

"Oh, and Mr. Lucius, there's more good news." Harry gestured for Lucius to sit down. "Voldemort has been captured alive. I caught him before he was fully resurrected and he was powerless to resist. He's in Azkaban now, and Professor Snape is giving our new guest a good welcome."

Lucius's eyes widened instantly. Harry had no reason to lie to him. As a former Death Eater, he knew best how to find out about Voldemort. And now, Harry had just told him directly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Well then, Mr. Lucius, I'm pleased to cooperate with you." Harry stood up and shook hands with Lucius Malfoy. "While there's nothing particularly necessary, just to be on the safe side, I need a detailed chart of the Ministry of Magic's resources and a thorough map, in case there are any secret passages, so..."

"It will be delivered to you in two days, Mr. Potter," Lucius said, tightening his grip on Harry's hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Director."

"It's a pleasure working with you, Minister."

......

After seeing Lucius off, Harry summoned all the members of the Church to the Great Hall. He stood on the high platform, looking down at the crowd below.

"The Ministry of Magic, which was supposed to uphold our rights, the rights of wizards, has taken everything from us instead. They imprisoned us here on trumped-up charges, even though our mistakes didn't warrant such torture. They still want to push their luck and take away our families, even our lives!"

Harry raised his hands, his figure towering in the light before the Holy Church. "The Ministry of Magic wants to subdue us this way, to brainwash our next generation, but they're wrong. High pressure doesn't bring submission, it only brings resistance! We defeated the prison guards, we crushed the Aurors, we even destroyed the bank, but the Ministry of Magic's feeble resistance tells us they're nothing but a bunch of weaklings. As long as we unite, as long as we're of one mind, those bastards will be crushed like rotten wood!"

Harry looked down at the excited crowd below the stage. The members of the Holy Church also looked at Harry with excitement. They knew what Harry was going to do. The day of revenge had finally arrived!

"Starting today, training begins! Combat units, full-scale training! Logistics units, bring in the maximum amount of potions and ammunition! The defense of Azkaban, the safety of Azkaban, rests entirely on your shoulders! We have one week. In one week, we'll crush the Ministry of Magic!"

"yes!!!"

The cries of the Holy Church were deafening; revenge was what they wanted most, and Harry gave them what they wanted most. In that respect, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for them to acknowledge Harry as their father. No, the Dementors have already acknowledged Harry as their father.

Harry knew, of course, that some of them were innocent and some had actually committed crimes, but what did it matter? He always thought in the Night City way. In his eyes, power was more useful than conscience. Besides, they had all signed an unbreakable oath anyway, and anyone who dared to defy him would have been punished by the oath and then self-destructed.

With Harry's command, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Azkaban was quickly mobilized, and everyone's eyes seemed to be blazing with fire—the fire being directed at the Ministry of Magic.

During this time, Harry went to Thorax to see how he was getting along with the four dragons.

Before the dragon's lair, Thorax stood on top of the four female fire dragons, letting out a victorious roar. The four female fire dragons bowed to him in submission. This was to be expected; if Thorax, even with his prosthetics, couldn't defeat four female fire dragons smaller than himself, then he would have wasted the last few decades of his life.

Solax had just struck a victorious pose when he saw Harry walking towards him, and his previous swagger instantly turned into a submissive posture.

"Owner."

Seeing Thorax's submissive posture towards Harry, the other four dragons also immediately showed their sense and submitted to Harry. The Hungarian Hornet, in particular, recognized the little guy as the monster that had tossed it around like a leek, and now it didn't even dare to look at Harry.

Harry stepped forward, enchanting Thorax's dragon scales.

"These next few days, take care of your mental state and conserve your strength. A tough battle is coming up in a week, and you'll be a key player then, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Solax closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Harry nodded and turned to Ohm. He needed to confirm the status of all the important links. Even though the Ministry of Magic was vulnerable, it still needed to be taken seriously. After all, it was a ruling organization that had been tyrannical in Britain for hundreds of years. Who knew if it would suddenly go berserk and unleash a bunch of powerful monsters to push the front line back.

In Ohm's study, Harry had just pushed open the door when he saw Ohm lounging in a chair, a cup of coffee in his hand, comfortably instructing the students he had selected. He was relaxed, but the students were in a terrible state. After all, they had crossed a technological gap of eighty or ninety years. It was already a miracle that they could keep up with Ohm's explanations. Now, these students were practically burning up like relics.

"Hey, Harry, you're back." Ohm raised his hand to greet Harry.

"How's the popularization of prosthetic bodies going?"

"Not enough, not enough at all." Ohm pointed to the warehouse outside the door. "We have enough magic metal, but that's the problem. We don't have an assembly line. The assembly line we're using now is a modified car assembly line that Tolucius bought. It's too outdated. Everything here is too outdated. If you want cybernetic bodies to be deployed, the best way is to go back to Night City and steal one from the company."

"Let's make do with this for now," Harry thought for a moment, then said, "There's been some big stuff going on lately, so I guess you'll have to go back to your job as a prosthetic doctor soon."

"Whatever you say, I'm just destined to be a workaholic anyway," Ohm said, then curled back up in his chair.