Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Good morning, Night City!

I'm your good buddy, Stan!

Yesterday's lottery, guess what? Over three hundred people lost!

Bioweapons from biotechnology were devouring people like crazy in the streets. Even more than a dozen NCPDs were eaten. In the end, it took two entire terrorist mobile units to suppress those monsters.

"Biotechnology scandals keep coming out, oh, I think those bastards are all doomed..."

In Harry's room in Heywood, Harry was fast asleep on his bed, while Stanley, familiar to him, was giving a report on yesterday's events on the automatically playing television next to him.

"Ugh..." Harry rolled over in bed, opened his eyes, and suddenly fell ill. His body twitched several times as if he had been electrocuted, and then he finally stopped stretching and jumped off the bed onto the floor with a somersault.

"Holy crap, it's like a dream." Harry looked at his original left arm, which had been mostly removed from his prosthetic body and was hanging on the wall, then looked down at his new, gleaming gold left arm and exclaimed.

Last night, after Harry and his friends escaped from the biotechnology, he lay down on the Badlands to relax. They were all exhausted and had no strength to walk back. Harry could only call the priest and ask him to arrange for more cars to pick them up.

Unexpectedly, the priest himself arrived, and a six-car convoy, each with a golden "V" shaped garland around it, arrived in Badlands. The priest, Mrs. Wells, and Jack, who insisted on coming along, put Harry and his arm into the car, while the other team members were put into other members' cars and sent home one by one.

When the priest saw that Harry was still alive but had lost an arm, he finally felt relieved. It was just a broken arm; he could just get a replacement. Mrs. Wells felt sorry for Harry's arm, but seeing how exhausted he was, she didn't have the heart to disturb him. Jack, on the other hand, sat there blankly, holding Harry's severed arm. He wasn't thinking about the rightness of his decision to become a mercenary; he was thinking about where to put the arm in his hands. He wanted to put his hand down and rest, but Harry's arm in his hands made it impossible for him to put it down.

The priest didn't take Harry straight back. Instead, he led him to knock on the door of Old Vygotsky's clinic. Old Vygotsky, still half asleep in his pajamas, opened the door and immediately saw Harry with his broken arm and Jack holding his arm. His sleepiness vanished instantly. He quickly changed his clothes, placed Harry on the operating chair, and began the surgery.

Harry's original arm was not fully modified. Although it looked completely mechanical, there was still flesh inside. After so much time, this flesh had died, so Harry had to be replaced with a new one.

Fortunately, if it was a matter of replacing an entire arm, Old V had quite a few in stock. He spent a long time searching through the pile of prosthetics and finally chose a golden arm that was compatible with other prosthetics. He then transplanted the Mantis Blade from the original arm onto the new arm and installed it on Harry.

Harry, standing in front of the mirror, looked at his exquisitely crafted prosthetic arm that kept flashing with blue light, clenched his fist, felt the power emanating from the prosthetic, and revealed a satisfied expression.

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For the next few days, Harry didn't take on any more missions, and everyone in Mann's team kept a very low profile, even refusing to go to the Turbo Bar for two weeks, just waiting for this incident to pass.

Every day, WNS News would pick one news item from the biotechnology scandals sent by Qiwei to report, especially the one about the side effects of Safe Spirit, which could cause neurological death in patients. The veterans were furious, and not just them. The mercenaries and their families who were still using this drug were also enraged. They disregarded the biotechnology company's claims about biological weapons and stormed in front of the biotechnology building demanding answers. While some people thought that human experimentation wouldn't happen to them, Safe Spirit was different; this stuff could truly kill.

The biotech security personnel could only hold up their shields to block the angry crowd. The orders from above were not to retaliate. If they did, biotech would truly lose its foothold in Night City.

Taking advantage of this incident, Arasaka pressured the biotechnology company and gained substantial benefits. Kangtao and Military Technology, not to be outdone, also negotiated with the biotechnology company, demanding a share of the profits. The biotechnology company's Rome headquarters, left with no other option, severed ties with Night City Biotechnology, shifting all blame onto the Night City Biotechnology president. The Night City Biotechnology president, in turn, blamed the deceased intelligence chief, Leon, and the group of super-soldier researchers. It was a constant back-and-forth, with various scapegoats and excuses, ultimately failing to determine who bore the primary responsibility. However, it was certain that the biotechnology company's stock price plummeted and would likely remain stagnant for some time.

Because Harry couldn't go on missions for a long time, he started learning enchanting and carving. The good news is that he finally learned how to carve defensive runes, which is great. Although, let's not talk about the thousands of plastic boards he ruined. Wooden boards would have been better, and the book said that the best way to carve them was with mithril. But wood is so expensive in Night City, and mithril is nowhere to be found.

He has decided that a month from now, after things have calmed down, he will have another drink with his team, and then go to the magical world to retrieve some amazing items.

He went to Old Man Vieira again to adjust the prosthetic body and check its condition. The status chart showed that everything was normal, except that the prosthetic body's output had increased again, which puzzled Old Man Vieira. However, he had been studying it for almost two months and still had no clue. So he simply stopped studying it and just assumed that Harry had a special talent.

Harry held onto the Philosopher's Stone the whole time. He discovered that this thing had a better use than simply turning stones into gold by infusing them with magic. He gripped the Philosopher's Stone with his new left arm, and after infusing magic into it with his wand, a large amount of red magic flowed into his body, optimizing all the magical circuits opened by the mechanical souls on each of his prosthetic bodies. It even opened up new magical circuits, making Harry feel that his magic flowed more smoothly. Even the mechanical souls of his prosthetic bodies were upgraded by the magic of the Philosopher's Stone. It was probably because the Philosopher's Stone was made from souls, and mechanical souls were also a kind of soul. Upgrading a soul with a soul was a perfect match.

Harry felt that if the Philosopher's Stone were implanted into his body, the effect would be even better. Unfortunately, Old Vygotsky refused to allow it. According to Old Vygotsky, Harry already had enough prosthetics in his body, and adding another unknown stone would cause unforeseen problems. Harry had no choice but to give up. As for why he didn't go to other prosthetic doctors, it was because he didn't trust them when it came to rare items like the Philosopher's Stone. He didn't dare gamble on the possibility that other prosthetic doctors wouldn't misappropriate it.

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"Who are these people?"

That day, Harry was looking through his contacts, preparing to call Jack and go to his place for drinks, but he suddenly found several names in his contacts that he didn't recognize at all, names that he couldn't delete or call.

"K? T? N? S? I love humans? Giant gear? What the hell is this?"