Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"Tsk, you'll still have to see the sun rise the next day." Harry looked at the unconscious Fudge and Umbridge, scratching his head in annoyance. He hadn't thought that much before the attack; only after winning did he remember he still had to put these things to trial. Shaking his head to stop thinking about it, he turned to the wizard behind him. "Is everything ready?"

"Your Holiness, the floor is still being reinforced, but everything else is ready," said the wizard behind Harry, whose body was 50% cybernetically modified. "The rest of the hiding guys in the Ministry of Magic have all been brought out and are staying in that room."

Harry nodded. To prepare for the trial of these scoundrels, he had his followers bring up the entire trial table, chairs, and central torture instruments from Wizengamot downstairs. To ensure that more people could witness the trial, he had just sent messages to all the well-known wizarding newspapers. However, the owl would probably take a while to fly, so he could do other things.

A red light flashed before Harry's eyes. He dialed Lucius's number, and before he could even speak, Lucius's congratulatory voice came through the phone.

"My dear new Minister of Magic, it seems you have won a great victory this time."

“Your contributions are not to be underestimated,” Harry said. “Well then, as the new head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, I believe you will be happy to attend a just trial at ten o’clock in the morning and to expose the crimes of those who oppress the people.”

"I would be more than happy to, Minister," Lucius said with a hint of relief.

"By the way, if it's possible, I'd like to ask you to make a trip to Hogwarts and bring back the Holy See's followers there, as well as the stubborn old government members who have been captured."

"I'd be happy to help."

"I await good news at the top floor of the Ministry of Magic."

After hanging up the phone, Harry stretched. Lucius had indeed played a significant role. He had provided the entire Ministry of Magic's defense map and all the maps, and he was also responsible for intercepting the Auror messages and the Ministry of Magic's distress signals. He had even detained some Aurors who wanted to return to provide support in his own name. In short, Harry was very satisfied with Lucius's attitude.

"Minister, there are still some questions." Just as Harry was thinking, a Silence who had just finished his work came over and reminded Harry.

"What's wrong?"

"Muggles," the Silent One said, "your fighting is too noisy. From the Department of Mysteries' crystal ball, we can see that those Muggle weapons are still pointed at this place. The relationship between Muggles and wizards should be dealt with as best as possible, otherwise it will cause incalculable consequences."

"I forgot about that." Harry slapped his forehead, patted the Silent Man on the shoulder, and then pointed to the two cultists. "You two get on your brooms and come with me to take care of some business."

Harry called Thorax over and had him ride on the neck of the half-mechanical fire dragon. He never intended to hide anything. In his eyes, wizards were already as backward as the Middle Ages. If they didn't find a way to advance technology, they would eventually be ridden and manipulated by Muggles. Rather than that, he might as well take advantage of the initial fear in the Muggle world and rapidly advance technology from them. By the time the Muggles realized what was happening, wizards would have already surpassed them. Muggles would only be able to merge with wizards half-willingly and half-forcedly, thus creating more Muggle-wizard hybrids and more wizards, injecting fresh blood into the wizarding world. He even thought of a way to use ancient magic to transform Muggles into wizards.

With everything ready, the remaining cultists continued preparing the necessary items for the trial. Harry, riding on the fire dragon, took off suddenly, followed by two cultists and a Silence on broomsticks. In the blink of an eye, they flew out of the crater and saw the scene outside—tanks, armored vehicles, infantry fighting vehicles, anti-aircraft guns... all kinds of heavy units were present. The civilians had all been evacuated, but many civilians were still outside the cordon, holding binoculars or even looking at the scene inside with their naked eyes. The infantrymen even started sitting on the ground playing cards out of boredom. When Harry flew out, they were stunned for a moment before belatedly raising their weapons to aim at Harry.

"A loud voice." Harry pointed to his throat and looked down at the Muggles on the ground. "I mean you no harm. I came out just to have a talk with your highest leader."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the soldiers below stirred slightly, but didn't completely panic. After a five-minute standoff, officers climbed out of their vehicles, holding megaphones and shouting at the soldiers, "Make way! Make way!"

All the heavy units clearly received the signal and gradually dispersed to both sides, eventually clearing a path wide enough for the fire dragon to pass through.

Harry nodded, slowly landing on Thorax. Not long after jumping off the dragon, an officer who looked to be of high rank walked up to him. "Please come with me."

He led the way for Harry and his companions. Along the roadside, the soldiers looked at them with a mixture of fear and curiosity, eager to see what the legendary wizards and dragons looked like. But when they finally saw them clearly, those with some technical knowledge gasped in shock. Prosthetics—all of them were prosthetics. Even the skin on these wizards was likely artificial, with clearly visible seams. The dragon was even more outrageous; it was clearly a living creature, but almost every visible part of it was a prosthetic, even its genitals.

However, they felt no discomfort whatsoever. The numerous prosthetics were as flexible on their bodies as if they were their own. In fact, it was clear that the prosthetics were even more functional and stronger than their own bodies. This was beyond the level of mere prosthetics; it could be described as the futuristic prosthetic technology of those new concepts.

"Wow, wizarding technology is really that amazing?"...

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Following the sergeant, Harry and his companions arrived at Whitehall. The Prime Minister was at the entrance. He had originally intended to greet them at 10 Downing Street, but upon seeing the fiery dragon, he opted to meet them in Whitehall instead. As for why he didn't go to Buckingham Palace, he simply didn't want to cause any further commotion.

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister." Harry extended his hand.

"Hello, may I ask your name?" The Prime Minister shook Harry's hand and asked for his name.

"Harry, Harry Sebastian Potter, the new Minister of Magic."

"Hello, Mr. Potter," the Prime Minister said, not particularly surprised. Those five enormous fire dragons—if the Ministry of Magic had successfully thwarted this armed coup, then he would have to seriously assess the wizarding power. "John Smith (the Byd books didn't mention his name, so I'll just make one up)."

"Well then, Mr. Prime Minister, I'll get straight to the point. I'd like to talk to you about the coexistence of wizards and Muggles."

"Shall we go inside and talk about... that, the fire dragon?"

"Don't worry, the fire dragon will be waiting outside the door."

The Prime Minister nodded, gave the officer a look, and the officer quickly left. The Prime Minister then led Harry and the others into Whitehall, looking preoccupied.

"Coexistence? What does that mean? These wizards—no, this new minister—are they no longer planning to hide?"