Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Harry strolled leisurely down the stairs, fed Hedwig once, and continued down. Hedwig chirped in discontent in her cage, wanting Harry to let her out for a stroll, but to be honest, Harry was a little hesitant. Who knew if some fool might shoot Hedwig in the head? Although Hedwig was a magical owl, frankly, she probably couldn't dodge a thug's bullet.

It's already known that the time flow in these two messed-up worlds is completely chaotic. He spent about a year in the magical world, but only a little over three months have passed in Night City. He's still trying to figure out what kind of idiotic time flow this is; it's impossible to even calculate.

Harry had just reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard someone shout.

"Harry! Our Holy Son!"

A member of the Valentino gang recognized Harry immediately, walked up to him with a bottle of liquor in hand, and put his arm around Harry's neck. "It's been so long! I heard from the priest you went on a long trip. How was it? What was the scenery like?"

"Oh, that place is really nice, much better than this shitty city."

"That's bullshit, that place is better than Night City." With that, he grabbed a bottle of vodka and shoved it into Harry's hand. "It's on me!"

"Thanks, it's been a long time since I've had any alcohol. It's been so much so that I've been drinking soft drinks every day. It's been so tiring." With that, Harry popped the cap off the vodka bottle and downed it in one gulp.

"Cool!"

Harry shouted, and the other gang members naturally saw it and all clamored for another bottle.

"Alright, I have something to do, I'll go out for a bit." Harry refused their request and headed straight for Old Vieux's clinic. He wanted Old Vieux to put a new skin patch on him and, by the way, see if he could change his hair color back.

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On the other side, Westbrook, Twist Street.

Wakako Okada, Westbrook's most powerful middleman and a true Gen Z "girl," is currently frowning as she answers the phone.

"This doesn't seem like a business of saving lives..."

On the other end of the phone, an anxious male voice said, "Really, it's just to save one person, but it's really urgent. The more people the better, please, I'm willing to give 100,000 euros!"

Wakako's brows furrowed even more. "I don't think saving a person requires a group of mercenaries. Besides, even those scavengers would at least let someone live for a few days before killing them. And, 100,000 euros... Ha, Mr. Erikson, I hope you can explain this to me properly, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't see you."

Eriksson was silent on the other end of the phone for about a minute before explaining what had happened.

This idiot actually wanted to discuss the Black Dream business with that pervert Jotaro Seifu. And while he was discussing business, he impulsively brought his daughter along. Jotaro Seifu took a liking to her, and that very night, a group of people beat him severely and kidnapped his daughter. He hired a mercenary to rescue her, but the mercenary was a third-rate scoundrel; he was discovered before even reaching the second floor and was captured on the spot. To save his life, he even dragged Erikson into the mess. Jotaro then sent Erikson a photo of his daughter tied to the bed.

After learning the whole story, Wakako fell into an unusual silence. She hadn't seen such an idiot in a long time. If nothing unexpected happened, his daughter should have less than a day left to live, and Jotaro's defenses were probably incredibly strong by now.

"Please, Miss Wakako, please agree! 170,000 yen, I'll raise it to 170,000 yen!"

"Okay, sure. I'll find you a few mercenaries today, but whether it works or not is not my problem. Send me the information." Wakako finally agreed. Even if the mission failed, it would still be good to teach Jotaro a lesson. He had been too arrogant lately. If she hadn't reminded him a few times, he would have even tried to take advantage of the company.

"Mann, right? I have a task for you..."

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Harry came out of Old Vygotsky's clinic with a new artificial skin on his arm. He reached out and touched his chest. Having just had a prosthetic heart installed, he felt incredibly safe. He had originally wanted to get a better S.A.W.S. at Old Vygotsky's, but they were out of stock. So, he had no choice but to get a prosthetic heart, upgrade his prosthetic eye, and replace the blade of his Mantis Blade.

"Hmm, I'll go check out Mrs. Wells' pub. It's been a long time since I've been there." Harry thought to himself, turning and heading towards Mrs. Wells' pub. But how could things possibly go so smoothly for him?

The phone rang, and Harry glanced at the name on the upper left of his prosthetic eye: Wakako Okada.

When the call connected, Wakako's voice came from the other end.

"Harry Potter, the Holy Son of Heywood...right?"

"Wakako Okada, the most powerful middleman in Westbrook, but I'm not in your jurisdiction right now. Won't the priest have a problem with you competing for his business like this?"

"Of course, it's been discussed with the priest. Getting back to the point, there's a... very troublesome request. If it's successful, you can get... 20,000 euros."

"Twenty thousand, that's a big order! What, what kind of mission is so complicated?" Harry was starting to get interested in this new mission.

"It's just to save one person, but this person... is in the hands of Jotaro Seiho, and at most has only 6 hours left to live."

"Damn, that pervert." Harry cursed under his breath. Jotaro Shojiro loved to kidnap and contract sex dolls to torture Mewtwo. None of the women he had ever kidnapped survived. Some were tortured to death and their organs and prosthetics were removed and sold.

"That doesn't make sense. How can saving just one person cost so much?"

Wakako recounted the whole story.

"Holy crap... such an absolute idiot!" Harry was stunned. How could there be such an idiot?

"That's not all, another team has also taken on this mission, and you'll have to cooperate with them. What do you say, are you in or not?"

"Take it, send me the information." Harry chose to accept the task. It had been so long since he had experienced Night City life, and this was a good opportunity to get used to it again.

"Okay, I'll send it to you right away."

Wakako hung up the phone, and within half a minute, all the information was sent over. In fact, the guy who posted the commission even booked a Delaman taxi for each mercenary who accepted the commission, so he must have been in a real hurry.

Harry opened the door of the arriving Delaman taxi, got in, and began to carefully review the intelligence.

The place where Jotaro Seifu is now has three floors, each guarded by twenty to thirty people. It can indeed be said to be heavily guarded. However, there are quite a few people on his side as well. The other team that took on this mission is a small team of seven people. However, Harry has never seen a team with two hackers in one team before.

Soon, Drumman arrived at his destination, which was 300 meters away from Jotaro's small building, but the team had not yet arrived, so Harry could only sit on the prepared table and chairs and wait.

"Hey bro, wake up."

Just as Harry was lying on the chair with his eyes closed, a voice came. Harry opened his eyes and saw a burly man twice his size standing in front of him, who was about to shake his shoulder.

"You must be Harry, the Holy Son of Heywood. I am Mann."