Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 429 Attack on the Magic Congress

London.

Countermeasures Bureau.

Hundreds of special operations troops, fully armed, stood in a square formation below the stage.

A moment later, a vortex appeared on the high platform, from which a round-faced woman with short brown hair stepped out.

All the special forces members immediately held their breath, not daring to breathe loudly.

Selica Wood, the chief executive officer of the Countermeasures Bureau and the first vanguard against the gods, has a cute appearance but is decisive and efficient. She is said to be a terrifying witch who can scare a fire dragon to death with just her eyes.

At this moment, Serica, dressed in a dark green military uniform, looked around at the crowd below and said, "Gentlemen, you are the most elite troops of the Countermeasures Bureau."

"You have fought against countless terrible monsters, demons, and even gods."

"You have traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, remaining active to this day. Each of you possesses immense ability and willpower, therefore I have chosen you to undertake this arduous task!"

"We are waging a war, a war for the survival of humanity, a war for whether we live as a distinct race or as slaves. To win this war, we must unite all our strength."

"But sadly, we are not a whole. There are countless people willing to be the lackeys of the gods, and there are also some with ulterior motives who want to extort money from us and sabotage us at this critical juncture of life and death."

"We cannot allow such a thing to happen. Therefore, before the final battle with the gods, we must clear away those obstacles and eliminate the scum of humanity."

"This is the cause of the current battle. On the main battlefield, we have suppressed their forces, but there are still two things we need to do."

"Squads one through ten, step forward!"

Immediately, ten teams stepped out of the formation.

Selica looked at the thirty-odd team members, waved her hand, and countless black feathers fell into their hands. "You will form a special operations team and carry out your first mission. Lucas will tell you the details. Now, depart!"

As he spoke, the black feathers in everyone's hands suddenly crackled with countless bolts of lightning, and with a snap, all thirty-odd people vanished.

Meanwhile, in Washington, D.C., the entire group materialized. At the same time, a cool, clear female voice rang in their ears: "I am Lucas. I now command the Special Operations Team. Your mission is to locate the President of the United States, retrieve the nuclear code box, and completely eliminate the nuclear threat."

After sending the special operations team away, Celica waved her hand again, and hundreds more feathers fell into the hands of the remaining team members.

"The rest of you, proceed with the second mission. Capture the Magic Congress of the Beautiful Country, establish a transnational Floo portal, and deploy our soldiers to the battlefield."

"Let's go!"

……

new York.

Woolworth Building.

The Magic Congress of the Beautiful Country is currently in complete chaos.

"The Soviet Union and Britain have declared war on the United States! Now they're attacking Muggles!" shouted a wizard with a scarf wrapped around his head. "See those planes! Missiles! World War! It's starting again!"

"This isn't some world war, sir!" Another wizard, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing a monocle, exclaimed. "This is a wizarding invasion of the Muggle world! Don't tell me you think this is just a war within the Muggle world! Can't you see those beams of light are magic?!"

"That's Murphy's unit!" someone shouted. "That so-called Countermeasures Bureau has used those killing spell beams from the sky many times!"

"How exactly did they send the wizard to the heavens and then unleash such a powerful killing spell?" someone asked.

"It's said to be something called a rocket that can send something called a Flavor Star into space. I bet those wizards are hiding on those Flavor Stars."

"Enough! Quiet!" Suddenly, a wizard burst into the conference room with a letter in his hand, waving it up. "A letter of appeal from the President of the United States. He requests that we immediately mobilize all our resources to protect him and the safety of the United States officials."

"President?! A Muggle, what right does he have to order us around?!" a wizard scoffed.

"We've never had any contact with the Muggle government, so how did the president know we existed?" someone asked.

“A little over a month ago, this president came to Woolworth Building in person,” said the president of the Magical Congress. “He has some kind of magical energy about him; he’s no longer a Muggle.”

"A follower of God?" someone asked hesitantly.

"It should be."

These wizards weren't completely ignorant of the outside world. The existence of gods had already manifested in many places, and the only things that could give Muggles magic, besides Murphy's dark magic, were gods.

"God...are we supposed to help that god?" A dark-skinned wizard looked around with displeasure. "How many of you here are believers?"

"But we can't just stand by and watch the Muggles get killed by Murphy, can we?" said a short, stout witch. "They were completely helpless under the attack."

At this moment, a young male wizard stood up. "Then, what makes you think you can be of any help?"

"What?" The short, plump witch glared at him, displeased. "We have hundreds of wizards here! If we unite, we can do the same..."

"Ha, the same old tricks again..." The young wizard interrupted the other with disdain. "You guys are stupid because you think you're the same as Murphy, that any wizard can do what he did."

"Little did they know that the difference between people can sometimes be greater than the difference between humans and apes."

"In Lord Murphy's eyes, you are nothing more than a bunch of frogs in a well."

"James wouldn't say something like that! Who are you?!"

The young wizard smiled, drew his wand, and touched his body, canceling the polymorphic effects of the compound potion and revealing his true form.

Beneath his short, light blond hair, the wizard's grey eyes arrogantly surveyed everyone. "I am Draco Malfoy, Lord Murphy's messenger. I've come here simply to inquire about your decision. Is the Magical Kingdom of America prepared to submit to Lord Murphy and join forces against the gods, or are you prepared to stand against him and become his accomplices?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a countdown formed by gathering smoke and clouds appeared in front of everyone.

"You have ten seconds to make a decision. Oh, now it's nine seconds."

"What a joke!" The wizards felt Murphy's contempt as they looked at the countdown that lasted only a few seconds.

How could such a momentous decision be made in just a few seconds?

Suddenly, a wizard pointed out the window at the building below, "What's that!"

Hundreds of heavily armed soldiers appeared on the street below, accompanied by a flash of lightning. The wizard had good eyesight and could even see a raven-shaped armband on their black equipment.

"Yes, the Countermeasures Bureau..." the wizard suddenly shouted, "They're preparing to attack Parliament..."

The Speaker of Congress also spotted the group of soldiers and immediately drew his wand. "Defense! Prepare for defense!"

"It's a shame your decision-making ability is so poor." Draco snapped his fingers as he watched the countdown reach zero. A black raven appeared out of thin air, landed on his shoulder, and instantly teleported him away, ignoring the anti-Apparition Charm in the Magic Council.

Outside the gate, ten mortars were quickly set up. Celica glanced at her watch, waved her hand, and shouted, "Anti-magic rounds! Fire!"

(End of this chapter)