I, Hogwarts Second Week

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"He betrayed his country, betrayed his organization, was hunted down, and died. He really didn't have many choices.

Except cooperating with us."

Mr. M's calm tone was mixed with strong self-confidence.

The man in the police uniform at the Joint Command Center also agreed with this.

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

From the character analysis given by the psychologist, the other party was a typical strong on the outside but weak on the inside. During the interrogation, he tried to show a strong momentum and determination, but the tension and restraint deep in his heart could not be covered up. This contradictory personality trait is the easiest to break through.

"The third type of contact plan, is the object of protection appropriate?"

"Exhausted all means, that group of people are not in London at present." The police man replied, "Eight people went to Scotland, and sixteen people went to Northern Ireland."

"How are the Grangers?" The voice in the headset asked.

"Safe, they are enjoying the lottery prize in Scotland, a seven-day tour of the Scottish Mountains."

"Very good. These two are our national treasures." A teasing voice came from the headset.

"Okay. After the battle, send the report directly to No. 10, don't let me get it through my hands again."

"Understood."

Then, the call was hung up.

In a Gothic mansion, in front of a French window overlooking the Thames, a tall and fat man was sitting in a luxurious armchair, and his right hand had just hung up the phone.

"Granger"

On his right, on the round table, besides a few phones, there were all kinds of documents.

The top one was signed by the girl who had stirred up the European storm-Hermione Granger.

The folder was mixed with several photos of her, from childhood to adulthood, from infancy to this summer vacation.

It can be seen that the British government has been studying her over and over for quite a long time.

"It's time to meet."

"Miss Granger." The man murmured. "Maybe Halloween would be a good time."

The sight was pulled away.

The wooden board with the logo of the "Diogenes Club" was hung on the windowsill, and outside the window, the Thames was flowing quietly.

The few yachts on the river were all docked.

A large number of people in the uniforms of the rapid response force landed on the shore.

They disappeared quickly into the block.

On the other side, Jill was carrying a package and walking quickly with a normal look on her face.

Her mission destination was near the church.

No vehicle was needed, and she could quickly reach it on foot.

Of course, the surrounding blocks were now closed, and it was impossible to drive.

In addition, she had to hide.

Not only to avoid unknown enemies, but also to avoid friendly forces.

There were anti-terrorist forces everywhere near the block, and she didn't want to cause misunderstandings on the other side.

So - the person who set the mission definitely expected this.

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

Without much thought, Jill rushed to her target location.

Pushing the door open - very easy.

The door was not locked, it was prepared in advance.

This is a single-room rental house.

The room is on the second floor, and through the half-open window, you can hear the slight sound of traffic on the street downstairs and the noise of the crowd in the distance.

In the room, a wooden double bed occupied a corner. The bed was covered with light blue sheets, which formed a harmonious contrast with the light gray tones on the wall. On the bedside table was a retro table lamp. The soft light shone through the beige lampshade, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

The table lamp illuminated a cloth bag.

Jill put the package in her hand on the bedside table.

Open the cloth bag.

It contained a gold medal, a piece of paper, and a detonator.

Turning over the paper, there were three messages written neatly on it.

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

——Wear the medal.

——If you face the wizard directly, shoot directly. If the opponent's wand lights up green, please pull the detonator before that. There is no need to avoid other colors.

Jill picked up the detonator and looked at it.

It was clear what it meant to pull it.

This room must have been planted with many bombs by MI5. Pulling the detonator means dying together with the opponent.

Put the detonator on your waist and then put on the medal.

Take the weapon from the package you carry.

Push the bullet into the gun chamber, the sound of metal collision is particularly crisp.

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

Then, as required, put on the headset and connected the channel.

"023 has arrived."

"Received. Please stay alert." A noisy voice came from the other end of the headset, followed by a low male voice.

Through the telescope of the sniper rifle, Jill looked at the block not far away.

Now all that is left is to wait.

Time flows a little bit faster, and as the trial time approaches, the air around is more restless.

At some point, Westminster Bridge came from far to near, and a convoy drove over.

On the street, the moving crowd rushed to look.

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

"What a waste. The wizards have lost all their face."

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

"To be caught by a Muggle, he is indeed a waste."

Next to her, a man who looked somewhat similar to the woman also said, "The Dark Lord will never allow such trash to exist."

"But these Muggles are really stupid. They got together and just finished the pot."

"That's right." The woman agreed, with a sickly smile on her old face. "We lost a lot of Inferi in Berlin."

"This group of Muggles doesn't have many other uses. It just reproduces quickly. If you kill one group, another group will appear immediately. Excellent Inferi material."

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

"They are all here, and there is a group of Purifiers." The woman replied, but when she heard the word Dark Crow, there was a clear look of disgust on her expression. "For a down-and-out organization in Northern Europe, being able to join the Death Eaters is simply a blessing from heaven. How dare they refuse."

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

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

The dark wizard, who was trapped like a rice dumpling, was being escorted towards the church by the Muggle police.

Seeing this scene, both men and women suddenly turned cold.

For pure-blood supremacists like them, even being touched by a Muggle, let alone being captured by a Muggle, would be a great shame and humiliation.

"Hmph - as expected, this kind of insult can only be washed away with the dirty blood of Muggles."

After saying that, the man suddenly moved.

It turned into a ball of black smoke and flew straight towards the church.

He was not very fast, obviously deliberately trying to attract the attention of the Muggles around him.

He even had the leisure to use magic spells to blow up a wall of the church and create a chaos. Bricks and stones splashed, dust filled the air, and a burst of green light came from the church.

The next second there was gunfire.

"Humph - they are just a bunch of beasts after all." Alecto Carlo, who was left behind, sneered.

Looking up at the majestic church gradually collapsing, she felt a sense of relief in her heart for no reason.

No wizard has ever built such a detailed and splendid building, how can a group of lowly Muggles deserve it?

They only deserve to stay in trees or caves.

Alecto Carlo's eyes flashed red.

Weird and crazy.

"boom--"

There was no change in the expression on the woman's face.

But after the dull voice sounded, half of her head disappeared.

Suddenly, there were several more gunshots.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

Alecto Carlo's body swung violently, and anti-equipment bullets hit the body, taking away part of her limbs with each round.

"quick--"

On one side of the house, a special air service group suddenly rushed out, and dense bullets poured out again.

Along with a team member, holding a flamethrower, the flames drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a red dragon.

The pile of minced meat was instantly ignited.

On the other side, on the street, the sudden sound of gunfire made the dark wizards hidden in the crowd a little confused. A ten thousandth of a second later, their necks were locked, and then a sharp blade was instantly pierced.

Then more sharp blades pierced into their bodies, and the attack came from the Muggle who was close to him.

"Woo——"

There was no time to whimper.

The cut throat could only make the sound of someone spewing out of the pipe.

Then they were dragged away like garbage.

The chaotic team of hundreds of people suddenly erupted into exaggerated discipline.

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

Wizards don't understand why Muggles do this.

All they can think about when burning a body is insult and humiliation.

But for Muggles, experience on the European battlefield tells them that wizards are very dangerous creatures. Their bodies sometimes twist into some kind of monsters, their blood is also contagious, and the organisms they come into contact with will undergo irreversible mutations.

These are all summed up by the experience of those who survived after the tragic harm caused to them by [The Son of Omen] and [The Pretender].

"Everything is petrified——"

The few wizards who reacted subconsciously cast spells.

But what shocked them was that the curse did not freeze the 'terrible' Muggles around them. The curse seemed to be blocked by something and hit the invisible air.

Then dissipate.

There was no pause in the Muggle's movements.

The moment the wizard was stunned, their lives had been taken away.

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

Then he took out the gun from his waist.

Start killing all the strangers around you.

This was their order.

Everyone in this neighborhood who was unfamiliar to them was shot to death.

"boom!"

"boom!!!"

The neighborhood suddenly fell into chaos and blood.

Screams, gunfire, and shouts came and went, intertwining into a symphony of death.

In just a few seconds, more than twenty burning corpses lay on the asphalt.

And each body had more than one fatal wound.

Almost no one has a complete head at all.

Under a saturation attack, the whole corpse is really a luxury.

"12 o'clock direction."

A cold boy came from Jill's earphones.

The next moment, the crosshairs of the sniper rifle were aimed at the man in black robe who suddenly appeared on the top of the church opposite.

"boom!"

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

Even with a silencer, the sound of the gunshot was no small, like a muffled thunder. No wonder the Fifth Division buried a bomb in the room. This is too eye-catching.

"Oh--shit."

Just as Jill was choosing her next idiot.

Suddenly a dazzling green light flew straight towards her.

No time to hesitate.

She had seen the power of those wizards' spells.

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

"Boom!!!"

The spell ignited the bomb in the room, which caused the explosion to be unprecedentedly powerful. The house was directly blown out of a huge hole of more than ten feet, and the flying stones hit Jill's back.

She originally wanted to try to grab the street lamp beside the street, but the impact changed her falling direction, causing her to fall straight to the ground, and the rubble poured down and fell on her.

For a moment, Jill's life and death were unknown.

"Bang--"

Almost at the same time--the wizard who attacked Jill was sniped from several directions.

The bullet was fired so fast that it went straight through his chest.

No matter how fast a person's reaction is, it can't be faster than a bullet.

The Shield Charm in advance can certainly resist these, but--this is the biggest weakness of wizards.

That is, except for some wizards, such as legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, other people will not cast multiple spells at the same time.

That is, one must release a spell before casting the next one.

If the opponent holds up the Shield Charm, then except for Apparition, other spells cannot be cast unless the Shield Charm is removed.

This is mainly because most wizards have not mastered wandless casting at all, and can only cast spells with a wand.

This leads to the current situation.

All wizards can resist many Muggles, but when the number of Muggles reaches a critical point.

And after using advanced firearms instead of swords and spears, their battle with Muggles became one-sided, either wizards suppressed Muggles, or Muggles suppressed wizards.

The wizards who were outnumbered by two fists naturally fell into a disadvantage.

"John! RPG!" The roar of teammates came from the headset.

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

The rocket whizzed past, but at the moment of attacking the wizard, a spell swallowed it.

The rocket suddenly hovered in the mouth.

Then it turned around and turned back.

"Shit!"

After all, the rocket launcher is not a bullet. The speed of the bullet exceeds the reaction speed of the wizard, but the rocket launcher can stop it.

"Boom!" The explosion suddenly exploded at the position where the soldier named John was just.

At this critical moment, time seemed to stand still. The space around him suddenly shook violently, and a boy appeared beside him. Then, with a "puff", the boy took him away from the spot.

"Are you okay?" After transferring the person to a safe area, Lee Jordan lowered his head and asked hurriedly. He seemed to have seen the Muggle gentleman being hit by gravel.

"It's okay--" John replied with a dizzy head. This was the sequelae of the apparition. It was like this for the first time.

"Such a long wound, you still say it's okay. It seems that the sequelae of the apparition can also reduce pain-new discovery-hum! Fortunately, you met me." Lee Jordan looked at the three-inch wound on John's calf and couldn't help but snorted.

Then he slowly pointed the wand at John's wound and said, "Heal as before!" A green light lit up from the tip of his wand, and soon the wound on the soldier's thigh began to heal rapidly, and it was as good as before in a short while.

"Okay--" Lee Jordan looked at the burning bodies in the street, "Was it Alecto Carrow who was just killed by you? I'm very familiar with her face. There was a time when there were wanted posters for her and her brother everywhere in Hogsmeade Village."

"Awesome!" He gave the soldier a thumbs up, "That guy killed many wizards, and he deserved this fate!"

"Okay, be safe, I'm leaving!" After saying that! Lee Jordan waved at him. The next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

"John! John!"

"If you're still alive, just make a sound!"

"Here! I'm here!" The roar of his teammates came from the headset, which finally brought John back to his senses.

"Damn, you're not dead yet! You're really lucky! How are you? Are you missing any limbs?"

"It's just a minor injury. There was a cut on my leg, and it's healed!"

"??? Healed? What the hell are you talking about? If you're not injured, get over here. Damn, the wizard has controlled many of our brothers and is now fighting in the streets!" John finally reacted completely to the cordial greetings from his teammates.

He came back to his senses and resisted the nausea in his heart - he didn't know why he was so dizzy, maybe it was the wizard who just did it.

He took a breath, got up from the ground, picked up his gun and rejoined the battle.

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"What's the situation at the scene!" Mr. Harker in the basement of No. 10 Downing Street was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing constantly, with surveillance camera screens in front of him.

From those pictures, he could see that Westminster Street was burning.

"Under control." James Bond, who was transferred from MI6 and was Gill's superior from MI5, replied calmly.

"One minute after the battle started, we killed more than 40 wizards. According to the deduction before the battle, the number of so-called dark wizards would not be too large, and dozens of them would be enough. In other words, we killed at least 90% of the enemy's manpower in one round."

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

"The next step is the second step of the plan."

"The second step?" Mr. Prime Minister was stunned. There is a second step to this plan?

"The second step is the anti-decapitation operation." Mr. Bond's face still did not show much change.

"Wizards are a group of proud people. They will not give up after such casualties. Since they cannot break through the vicinity of Westminster Abbey, who do you think they are most likely to vent their anger on?"

"." Mr. Hank's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, 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 his head and looked at Tonks, Kingsley and others in the bunker.