I, Hogwarts Second Week

(The previous chapter has been modified)

The wizard's wandless levitation spell did not cause Alice's fear.

She was just surprised and nervous.

The reason was simple. If the opponent still had the power to kill her, he should not just deflect her gun, but her neck.

Since she was still alive and well, it could only mean that this exhausted wizard could no longer pose a threat to her.

"Don't move!"

Alice said indifferently.

The value of a living person is much greater than that of a dead person.

Since there is this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she will do her best to fight for it.

What's more, she has already won.

She has controlled the opponent.

She pressed down the wizard's hands and head and blocked his mouth.

Next, she only needs to take the wand he just picked up from his only remaining left hand, and the wizard will have no room for resistance.

Alice breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, in the picture she didn't notice, a glimmer of light flashed in the wizard's eyes.

He was really afraid that the woman would directly shoot his head.

But the other party seemed to want to capture him alive.

This made Walton McNeill overjoyed, and the chance to escape finally came.

Just when Alice was about to touch the wand, there was a crisp "bang" sound all around her, the sound was like a car backfire.

Then, the reality she witnessed became illusory.

Alice didn't have time to react.

She felt like she was forced into some irregular pipe. She struggled in panic and opened her mouth to scream, but the sound could not come out of her mouth.

It was like losing the medium of communication.

Then she was strongly squeezed from all directions, and she couldn't breathe at all. Her chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops. Her eyeballs were squeezed back into her head, and her eardrums were pressed deep into her head.

In the strong squeezing and twisting, Alice's consciousness began to blur, and she felt that she was rushing around in a pipe.

Everything around her became distorted and chaotic, and her senses were gradually losing their function.

Suddenly all the pressure disappeared.

Alice felt that she finally squeezed out of the tube.

Then she fell to the ground.

"Hey--"

She knelt on the ground, retching continuously.

Her face was pale.

This feeling was like getting on a bus with low blood sugar, and the driver would step on the brakes every ten seconds. And you need to sit for an hour before you can get off.

The dizzy feeling was worse than death.

The world was spinning, and Alice couldn't stand up straight because of the discomfort in her stomach.

After a few deep breaths, the dizziness subsided a little.

At this time, Alice didn't care whether she was cursed by the wizard. As a well-trained agent, no matter how uncomfortable she was, no matter how scattered her steps were, she had to shoot-kill the enemy.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

The gunshots rang out.

She didn't know if she hit it or not.

"Raise your hands--" Alice slumped on the ground, forcing herself to be alert, looking at the world full of double images, "Put down the wand."

She shouted and shot.

"Bang——"

This shot seemed to have hit the target.

Because she heard the sound of the bullet hitting flesh and blood.

But when she wanted to identify it carefully, she suddenly found that the wizard lying on the ground had disappeared.

Damn it!!!

Alice lay on the ground weakly.

She gasped for breath.

After a long time, she struggled to sit up.

Looking around, she found herself in a forest.

She stood up with her hands on the ground and patted the dust on her body. The trees around were tall and dense, and the sunlight sprinkled on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows.

The surroundings were unusually cold, more than ten degrees colder than the weather in London.

All she could judge was that she should be quite far away from London at present, more than a few hundred kilometers, because there were not many clouds in the sky here.

Alice was a little nervous.

This uninhabited place - could it be in Iceland, Greenland or somewhere like that?

No——she shook her head and cleared the delusion from her mind. Both places were too close to the Arctic Circle, and it was impossible for such a large area of ​​forest to exist.

"Zizizi——"

The portable communication tool hanging beside her ear made a noise, which brought Alice back to her senses.

It was obvious that this was electromagnetic noise that would only occur when it was beyond the communication range.

However, as a professional overseas agent, she had more than just this communication tool.

Alice quickly took out a black, old-fashioned mobile phone with an antenna from her waist.

In 1996, the world's first "flip" mobile phone, Motorola 8900, was born.

Two years later, in 1999, the epoch-making first smartphone, Motorola Tiantuo A6188 (which can write, surf the Internet, has a resistive touch screen, and is the first mobile phone that supports Chinese handwriting recognition input) was officially launched.

And MI5, of course, also prepared a satellite phone that can connect to the communication satellite for each overseas agent.

She entered the number.

About ten seconds later, a voice sounded.

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London.

Victoria Quarter, Scotland Yard, London Metropolitan Police Headquarters.

In the Joint Operations Command Center, the Chief of Police was standing in front of a huge screen, staring at the European satellite map on the screen and thinking about something.

"There are only three specific locations." Sir Ian Simpson, the permanent secretary of the Home Office, stood beside him and stared at the screen in front of him with him.

The administrative head of Scotland Yard must be recommended by the Home Secretary and appointed by the Queen.

It is under the jurisdiction of the Home Office.

Of course, even so, Sir Ian Simpson should not be here.

As the permanent secretary of the Home Office, his status is far higher than that of a police chief.

According to the current British government system.

The Cabinet Secretary is at the same level as the Prime Minister and is the head of the civil service.

Next is the Prime Minister's Private Secretary, who is only half a level lower than the Cabinet Secretary.

The permanent secretaries of various ministries are theoretically at the same level as the ministers of various ministries.

Daily work also revolves around Downing Street.

Such a "grassroots" situation will hardly occur.

Unless the Home Secretary visits the London Police Headquarters, the permanent secretary will accompany him.

And the reason why Sir Ian Simpson is here.

Naturally, it was hinted and assigned by Sir Humphrey, the Cabinet Secretary.

Otherwise, it would only take a Home Office technical bureaucrat or a permanent undersecretary to send.

After all, the secretaries don't understand military affairs, and it is more reliable for the Ministry of Defense to send a staff brigadier than a permanent secretary.

And Sir Humphrey made such an arrangement entirely to maintain his position as the head of the civil service.

He must have a full grasp of the situation. The Prime Minister is not clear about the battle plan - of course, but - he cannot be unaware.

If he knows nothing, how to decide what the Prime Minister should know?

Of course, the Joint Command Center has enough staff to make plans, and Sir Ian Simpson does not need to intervene. He only needs to have eyes and ears.

"We can't attack three targets at the same time." The Chief of Police said, "What's more, two of them are not in the country."

"We can't not attack!" Sir Ian Simpson added: "If the wizards are allowed to recover, their revenge is something we can't afford."

"For the United Kingdom."

"Yes, the United Kingdom."

The Chief of Police was silent for a while.

At this point in the war, he has learned the overall plan from his superiors.

The most important thing about this [October Storm] against wizards is the third step of the plan.

Decapitation operation.

The United Kingdom cannot afford to fight a group of crazy people who can do magic for a long time.

The Queen will not allow it, the government will not allow it, and the people will not allow it.

The economy will not allow it.

They must solve the disaster brought by the dark wizards once and for all.

"Sir!"

Just when the two leaders were entangled.

Suddenly, an operator in the command office stood up to report.

He briefly explained the whole story, and then projected the coordinates on the screen of the conference room.

"We have an agent reporting a location."

"The wizard took her to this place."

The chief of police frowned and looked at the coordinates on the map.

The location is near Sumburgh Point on Mainland Island.

"Is it credible? The Ministry of Magic" Sir Ian Simpson did not believe the information just reported by the operator, because it sounded too unreasonable, like a story.

What if this is a wizard who hijacked the false information released by the agent?

And that wizard-Walton McNeill.

There was news from Downing Street, claiming that he was a member of the Ministry of Magic. He was considered their ally. Although the British Empire was generally more defensive against its allies than its enemies, the Ministry of Magic's help was still extremely important at this time. It was never a good deed to tear one's face off.

"The Ministry of Magic's intelligence was not 100% correct." On the screen in front of the Chief of Police, there were still several red dots near Cape Sumburgh on Mainland Island, moving red dots.

"We knew a long time ago that there were a large number of terrorist supporters in the so-called Ministry of Magic, that is, what they call Death Eaters. Judging from the current situation." He pointed to the map, "There are still several signals at Cape Sumburgh."

"The sniper rifle bullets used by MI5 agents are specially made, and each bullet carries a small locator.

This is our bait, the bait that helps us find the big fish."

"But how can you be sure that Walton McNeill is a Death Eater? Can he help us find the way?" said Sir Ian Simpson.

"I can't confirm it." The director answered simply and straightforwardly: "But this is war! Nothing is 100% certain.

I can only trust our people.

If the information provided by Alice is true, then the behavior of Mr. Walton McNeill is too weird. He may be a mole, a mole that hides very deeply.

Simple logic-if he is really an employee of the Ministry of Magic, why doesn't he return to the Ministry of Magic if he has a chance to escape? Instead, he runs to a wilderness?

When a person is dying, he will subconsciously grab the straw that will make him more likely to survive. This is human nature.

So I judge that this location-" He pointed to the screen, an end point where several signals converged on the corner of Samburg, and said, "It is very likely to be the enemy's base camp."

"Of course, this is just my speculation, but the information is fleeting. If we don't launch an attack now, the possibility that the big fish will move or come to London in person will increase.

We must act decisively."

Sir Ian Simpson fell silent.

Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with what the Minister said.

But - after all, we are going to use that kind of weapon. We are still on our own land.

After several struggles, Sir Ian Simpson suddenly realized that he was not the one with the power to make decisions.

Immediately, he said in a deep voice: "Then - ask the Prime Minister for instructions!"

The order was given.

The state machine immediately started operating at high speed.

In less than two minutes, a briefing note appeared on the Prime Minister's desk in the bunker of Downing Street.

A brief message, Prime Minister Harker knew it all in one glance.

He understood how much damage issuing such an order would cause to Britain. The titles of hero and villain would be woven into a laurel wreath of thorns and placed on his head at the moment the sun rose.

Compared with Churchill, the greatest prime minister in British history, Mr. Harker felt that the situation he was facing now would never be much easier than that.

Subconsciously, he looked at the old man sitting in front of him.

After the pair of blue eyes looked at each other for a moment, Mr. Huck suddenly felt that all his secrets were known to the other party.

"Samburg Point is a desolate place in the magical world, and there is no institution of the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore, who had a gray beard and wore an elegant purple velvet suit, said plainly.

"As for Mr. Walton McNeil——"

He looked at the boy beside him.

"Death Eaters, one of Voldemort's secret sentries." Owen answered directly. "An attack is possible."

Of course, what he didn't say was that Walton McNeil was now considered a swing sect among the Death Eaters. Faced with Voldemort's various inhumane behaviors, he also felt panicked, but he did not dare to openly betray him. Is one of Bella's targets.

"In that case." Mr. Harker calmed down and knocked on the table with his right hand.

He was still hesitating.

This is a big deal. He couldn't help but think about it.

"Sir." Owen said suddenly, his emerald green eyes flashed with a cunning light, "If you have made a plan, you'd better make a decision as soon as possible. The wizard will evacuate much faster than you think. Every second of hesitation "Zhongdu may cause irreparable damage."

After Tonks' request was sent back to Hogwarts more than ten minutes ago, Professor McGonagall urgently contacted Headmaster Dumbledore.

He was still in a meeting at the Swedish Federation headquarters and rushed back immediately after hearing the news.

As for why he is here

On the one hand, Lao Dengtou insisted on taking him.

On the other hand was Miss Granger - she was afraid that something would happen to her parents, so she took Sirok with her and skipped classes in a hurry and left Hogwarts.

It was Harry who told him the news.

Tsk tsk - Owen sighed secretly. Sure enough, the sorting system implemented in Hogwarts is simply the stupidest system. It differentiates young wizards based on their personalities, which will only make those who are originally extreme even more extreme, and those who are originally salty even more salty.

Look at Granger - three years ago he was a top student who obeyed the rules and regulations! It's only been a few years - and already the big dye vat of Gryffindor is filled with recklessness.

It must have been infected by Harry and the others!

Owen was so convinced that he picked it all off.

Mr. Harker's brows twitched slightly. As the prime minister of a country, it was impossible for him not to hear the encouragement from the children in front of him.

Think about it - if they finally decide to take action, then objectively speaking, they will help the Ministry of Magic attack its opponents, and wizards will naturally welcome it.

Moreover, if an accident occurs, they will bear all the responsibilities, and the Ministry of Magic does not need to bear any risk.

The Prime Minister naturally understands the truth, but they are already locked in a fight with the dark wizard. If they miss it this time, they may never meet again.

Gradually, he began to realize that it was better to solve the problem once and for all than to have trouble in the future.

"Okay -" Mr. Harker took a deep breath and made his decision, "then please wait a moment."

After that, Mr. Bernard stood up and invited Owen and Dumbledore out of the office.

As soon as the room closed, the Prime Minister answered the phone.

It was a communication line that led directly to the Norwood Naval Base. According to the process standards, he told a communication secret key, and the base correspondent also responded with a digital secret key. After confirming the identity, the Prime Minister's order was issued at the same time.

Subsequently, the base ordered a Trident submarine hidden in the North Sea.

The atmosphere inside the boat was tense and solemn, and every crew member was focused on it, staring at every indicator light on the console.

Following the commander's order, the submarine surfaced and jumped out of the water a few minutes later. Immediately afterwards, the cover on the top of the launch silo slowly opened, and a UGM-133A ballistic missile suddenly burst out with surging power. The deafening roar was louder than thunder. Even louder.

The tail of the missile sprayed out blazing flames, and powerful reasoning sent this steel behemoth weighing dozens of tons into the sky.

The flames left behind a long trail of thick fog, forming a spectacular trail into the sky.

On the other side, outside the Prime Minister's Office, Dumbledore looked a little forlorn, with a hint of weariness for this unpredictable world behind his half-moon glasses.

The world has changed dramatically since last year.

The "Confidentiality Act" exists in name only, and the Federation has been busy with it for more than a month.

They haven't had any results yet.

Muggles are involved in the world of magic, which makes the already complicated situation even more confusing.

He was physically and mentally exhausted from it.

Especially now after what happened.

"Owen——" the old headmaster suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong, professor."

"Am I old?"

"." Owen turned his head and looked carefully at the wizard beside him, "Why? You still want to live forever!"

"If you want to retire, let Professor McGonagall be the headmaster after Voldemort falls. As for the Federation, I guess this organization may need to be reorganized in the future, and you can also push it to a younger successor."

"Successor?" The headmaster murmured, and then sighed calmly.

Owen could probably guess why the old headmaster was so tired.

If a person is doing a job he likes, then even if the work intensity is very high, he will not feel so physically and mentally tired. Only when he is doing a job he hates, the negative emotions will be magnified.