I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 502 Encirclement and Suppression

The previous chapter has been revised.

"Betraying his country, betraying his organization, being hunted down, and dying under false pretenses—his choices were indeed few."

In addition to cooperating with us.

Mr. M's calm tone was tinged with strong confidence.

At the joint command center, a man in a police uniform also expressed his strong agreement.

Jacob Levy had no reason to refuse unless the other party really didn't want to live.

According to the personality analysis provided by psychological experts, the other party is a typical example of someone who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. During the interrogation, he tried to show a strong aura and determination, but he could not hide the tension and restraint deep inside. This contradictory personality trait is the easiest to break through.

"Is the third-category contact plan adequately protecting the individuals it is responsible for?"

"We've exhausted all means, but none of those men are currently in London," the police officer replied. "Eight have gone to Scotland, and sixteen to Northern Ireland."

"How are the Grangers?" the voice in the earpiece pressed.

"Safe, they are enjoying their lottery winnings in Scotland, a seven-day trip to the Scottish Flats."

"Very good. These two are our national treasures." A teasing voice came from the other end of the earpiece.

"Alright. After the battle, send the report directly to Number Ten; don't let it go through me again."

"clear."

The call was then disconnected.

Inside a Gothic mansion, in front of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Thames, a tall, fat man sits in a luxurious armchair, his right hand having just hung up the phone.

Granger

On his right, on the round table, besides a few telephones, there were mostly various kinds of documents.

The topmost copy was signed by Hermione Granger, the girl who once stirred up a storm in Europe.

The folder contained several photos of her, from when she was a baby to this summer vacation.

It is clear that the British government has been studying her extensively for quite some time.

"It's time to meet."

"Miss Granger," the man murmured. "Perhaps Halloween would be a good time."

The gaze shifts away.

A wooden sign reading "Diogenes Club" hangs on the windowsill, and outside, the Thames flows quietly.

All the few yachts on the river were moored.

A large group of people dressed in rapid reaction force uniforms landed on the shore.

He quickly disappeared into the block.

On the other side—Jill, carrying a package, walked briskly with an unchanging expression.

Her mission destination was near the church.

No vehicle is needed; it can be reached quickly on foot.

Of course, the surrounding streets are now closed off, so driving is not an option.

Besides that—she had to remain hidden.

It's not just about avoiding unknown enemies, but more about avoiding friendly forces.

The neighborhood was teeming with counter-terrorism forces, and she didn't want to cause any misunderstandings.

Fortunately, the person who set the task must have anticipated this.

Her target location was in a building next to the safe house.

Jill arrived at her destination without much effort.

Pushing open the door—it's very easy.

The door was not locked; it had been prepared in advance.

This is a single room for rent.

The room was on the second floor. Through the half-open window, one could hear the faint sounds of traffic on the street below and the noise of people in the distance.

In the room, a wooden double bed occupies a corner, covered with light blue sheets that create a harmonious contrast with the light gray tones of the walls. A vintage table lamp sits on the bedside table, its soft light filtering through the beige lampshade to create a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

The lamplight illuminated a cloth bag.

Jill placed the package she was carrying on the bedside table.

Open the cloth bag.

Inside was a gold medal, a piece of paper, and a detonator.

Opening the paper, three pieces of information were neatly written on it.

—Connect to the communication channel and report your location coordinates.

—Wearing medals.

—If you encounter a wizard directly, shoot them. If their wand lights up green, pull the detonator before it does. Other colors do not require dodging.

Jill picked up the detonator and examined it.

It's very clear what pressing it means.

This room must have been planted with many bombs by MI5. Pulling the detonator would mean mutual destruction.

He clipped the detonator to his waist and then put on his medal.

He took the weapon out of the package he was carrying.

The sound of metal clashing as the bullet was pushed into the chamber was exceptionally crisp.

Jill took a deep breath, went to the window, and set up her weapons.

Next, as instructed, put on the headphones and connect to the channel.

"023 has arrived."

"Received. Please remain vigilant." A burst of noise came from the other end of the headset, followed by a deep male voice.

Through the sniper rifle's binoculars, Jill gazed at the street not far away.

All that's left to do now is wait.

Time flowed by, and as the trial drew near, a restlessness crept into the air.

Before anyone knew it, a large convoy of cars came slowly approaching from afar on Westminster Bridge.

On the street, the bustling crowds eagerly looked around.

Amid the crowd, the cameraman in charge of the live broadcast quickly aimed his camera at the bridge.

"What a piece of trash. He's completely disgraced the wizards."

On one side of the street, a woman in a long robe looked at the bridge and shouted curses.

"To be caught by a Muggle, he's truly a piece of trash."

Beside her, a man who bore a resemblance to the woman spoke up, "The Dark Lord will never allow such trash to exist."

"But these Muggles are really stupid to gather together like this; they're perfect for being wiped out in one fell swoop."

"That's right," the woman agreed, a sickly smile on her aged face. "We lost quite a few Shades in Berlin."

"These Muggles aren't very useful, except they reproduce quickly. Kill one batch and another one will immediately appear. Excellent material for Shadow Corpses."

"Have the Dark Ravens all arrived?" the man asked.

"They've all arrived, and there's another group of Purifiers," the woman replied, but her expression clearly showed disdain when she heard the name "Dark Ravens." "A down-on-their-luck organization from Northern Europe, joining the Death Eaters is a godsend. And they dare to refuse."

"It doesn't matter, they're just cannon fodder," the man sneered.

As they spoke, the motorcade had already arrived in front of Westminster Abbey.

The dark wizard, bound like an iron dumpling, was being escorted towards the church by Muggle police officers.

Upon seeing this, both the man and woman's expressions immediately turned cold.

For pureblood supremacists like them, being captured by a Muggle, or even just being touched by one, would be an immense humiliation.

"Hmph—only the filthy blood of Muggles can wash away this insult."

After saying that, the man suddenly moved.

It transformed into a cloud of black smoke and flew straight towards the church.

He wasn't moving fast; he was clearly doing it on purpose to get the attention of the Muggles around him.

They even had the leisure to use a spell to blast away one of the church walls, creating chaos. Bricks flew, dust filled the air, and a green light emanated from inside the church.

The next second, gunshots rang out.

"Hmph—just a bunch of beasts after all," Alecto Carlo, who remained behind, sneered.

As she looked up and watched the magnificent church gradually collapse, she felt a sudden surge of exhilaration.

Even wizards have never built such an exquisite and magnificent building. How dare a bunch of lowly Muggles possess it?

They only deserve to stay in trees or caves.

A red glint flashed in Alecto Caro's eyes.

Bizarre and insane.

"boom--"

The woman's facial expression remained unchanged.

But after the dull sound rang out, half of her head disappeared.

Suddenly, several more gunshots rang out.

"Bang—bang—bang!"

Alecto Caro's body jerked violently as anti-materiel bullets struck her, each one taking away a part of her body.

"quick--"

Suddenly, a special aircrew regiment rushed out from one of the houses, and a hail of bullets rained down once again.

A team member accompanied him, holding a flamethrower; the flames drew a graceful arc in the air, like a red dragon.

It instantly ignited the pile of minced meat.

On the other side, on the street, the sudden sound of gunfire left the black wizards hidden in the crowd somewhat bewildered. A fraction of a second later, their necks were locked, and then a sharp blade was instantly plunged into them.

Then more blades pierced their bodies; the attack came from the Muggle standing right next to them.

"Waaah—"

There was no time to utter a sob.

The severed throat could only produce the sound of something gushing out of the tube.

Then they were dragged away like trash.

The chaotic group of hundreds of people suddenly displayed an exaggerated level of discipline.

The bodies were dragged to the roadside in an orderly fashion, and then the soldiers holding flamethrowers would set them on fire.

The wizard didn't understand why Muggles would do this.

All they could think of when they saw corpses being burned was humiliation and disgrace.

But for Muggles, their experience on the European battlefields taught them that wizards were extremely dangerous creatures; their bodies could sometimes twist into some kind of monster, their blood was infectious, and any organisms they came into contact with would undergo irreversible mutations.

These are lessons learned by those who survived the terrible harm inflicted upon them by the "Child of the Ominous" and the "Imitator."

"They'll all turn to petrification—"

A few wizards who realized what was happening instinctively cast spells.

To their astonishment, the curse did not freeze the "terrible" Muggles around them; it seemed as if the curse was blocked by something and crashed into the invisible air.

Then it dissipated.

The Muggle's movements did not stop at all.

In the instant the wizard was stunned, their lives were already taken.

The British Royal Guard, disguised as reporters and onlookers, killed them without hesitation.

Then he drew his sidearm from his waist.

They began slaughtering all the strangers around them.

This was the order they received.

Everyone in the neighborhood they didn't know was shot dead.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!!"

The neighborhood was immediately plunged into chaos and bloodshed.

Screams, gunshots, and shouts rose and fell, weaving together a symphony of death.

Within seconds, more than twenty burning corpses lay on the asphalt road.

Moreover, each body had more than one fatal wound.

Almost none of them had a complete head.

Under a saturation attack, a complete corpse is truly a luxury.

"12 o'clock direction."

A cold male voice came through Jill's headphones.

The next moment, the sniper rifle's crosshairs were aimed at the black-robed figure that suddenly appeared on the top of the church opposite.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and the huge recoil made her arm ache.

Even with a silencer, the sound of a gunshot is still considerable, like muffled thunder; no wonder the Fifth Division planted bombs in the room. It's too conspicuous.

"Oh—shit."

Just as Jill was choosing her next idiot.

Suddenly, a dazzling green ball of light flew straight toward her.

There was no time to hesitate.

She had witnessed firsthand the power of the spells cast by those wizards.

Immediately, she dropped the gun and jumped straight out of the window.

"boom!!!"

The spell ignited the bomb in the room, causing an unprecedentedly powerful explosion that blasted a huge crater several feet wide into the house, with flying stones hitting Jill in the back.

She had intended to grab onto a street lamp, but the impact changed her trajectory, causing her to fall straight to the ground, where rubble rained down on her.

In an instant, Jill's fate was unknown.

"boom--"

Almost simultaneously, the wizard who attacked Jill was ambushed from several directions.

The bullet was fired at such a high speed that it pierced straight through his chest.

No matter how fast a person's reaction time is, it can't outrun a bullet.

The Ironclad Charm can certainly withstand these, but—this brings us to one of the wizards' greatest weaknesses.

That means that apart from a few wizards, such as legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, other people will not cast multiple spells at the same time.

That is, you must cast one spell before you can cast the next one.

If the opponent activates the Armor Spell, then apart from Apparition, they cannot cast any other spells unless the Armor Spell is removed.

This is mainly because most wizards have not mastered wandless spellcasting and can only cast spells while holding a wand.

This has led to the current situation.

One wizard can hold off many Muggles, but when the number of Muggles reaches a critical point...

And after they started using advanced firearms instead of swords and spears, their battles with Muggles became one-sided, with either wizards overwhelming Muggles or Muggles overwhelming wizards.

The wizard, unable to fight against four opponents, naturally fell into a disadvantageous position.

"John! RPG!" came the shout from his teammate through the headset.

A soldier from the Special Air Service on the street took a man-portable rocket launcher from his back and aimed it at the wizard on the other side of the building.

The rocket whistled past, but just as it struck the wizard, a spell engulfed it.

The rocket suddenly hovered in his mouth.

Then they turned around and went back.

"Shit!"

Rocket launchers are not bullets, after all. Bullets can travel faster than a wizard's reaction time, but rocket launchers can stop them.

A loud "BOOM!" explosion suddenly erupted at the spot where the soldier named John had just been standing.

At this critical moment, time seemed to stand still. The space around him suddenly trembled violently, and a boy appeared beside him. Then, with a "poof," the boy teleported away from where he was.

"Are you alright?" After moving the man to a safe area, Lee Jordan quickly bent down to ask. He thought he had just seen the Muggle man get hit by some rubble.

"It's nothing—" John replied, his head spinning. This was a side effect of Apparition; it always happens the first time.

"Such a long wound, and you say it's nothing? Looks like the aftereffects of Apparition can reduce pain—a new discovery—humph! Luckily you ran into me." Lee Jordan looked at the three-inch wound on John's calf and couldn't help but snort.

Then he slowly pointed his wand at John's wound and said, "Heal as before!" A green light shone from the tip of his wand, and soon the soldier's thigh wound began to heal rapidly, and in no time it was completely healed.

"Alright—" Lee Jordan looked at the burning corpses in the block, "Was the one you just killed Alecto Caro? I know her face all too well. For a while, there were wanted posters for her and her brother all over Hogsmeade."

"That's awesome!" He gave the soldier a thumbs up. "That guy killed a lot of wizards; he deserved what he got!"

"Alright, be careful, I'm leaving!" With that, Lee Jordan waved to him and disappeared in the next moment.

"John! John!"

"You fucking bastard, spit out a sound while you're still alive!"

"Here! I'm here!" came the shout from his teammate through the headset, which finally brought John back to his senses.

"Damn it, you're still alive! You're incredibly lucky! How's it going? Missing any limbs?"

"It's just a minor injury; there was a cut on my leg, but it's already healed!"

"??? Heal? What the hell are you talking about? If you're not injured, get the hell over here. Damn it, the wizard has taken control of many of our brothers, and we're fighting in the streets right now!" The friendly greeting from his teammates finally brought John to his senses.

Coming to his senses, he forced back the nausea in his heart—he didn't know why he was so dizzy, maybe it was the wizard's doing.

Catching his breath, he got up from the ground, picked up his gun, and rejoined the fight.

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"How's the situation on the ground!" Mr. Huck was pacing back and forth anxiously in the fortress below 10 Downing Street, surrounded by surveillance camera screens.

From those images, he could see Westminster Avenue burning.

"Under control," replied James Bond, Jill's superior from MI5, who had been transferred from MI6.

"Within one minute of the battle, we killed more than forty wizards. According to the pre-battle simulation, the so-called dark wizards wouldn't number too many, maybe a few dozen. That means we killed at least ninety percent of their manpower in one round."

"Very good. So what's next?" Mr. Huck breathed a sigh of relief and then asked.

"Next is the second step of the plan."

"The second step?" The Prime Minister was taken aback. Was there a second step to this plan?

"The second step, the counter-decapitation operation." Mr. Bond's expression remained largely unchanged.

"Wizards are a proud and arrogant bunch, and they won't be satisfied with such casualties. Since they can't break through the area around Westminster Abbey, who do you think they're most likely to target for their revenge?"

"..." Mr. Hank's eyes widened, his mouth agape, and he pointed at himself. "Me? Me?"

"Of course—so now is the time for our friends to do their part."

After saying that, he turned to look at Tonks, Kingsley, and the others in the bunker.

(End of this chapter)