I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 502: Encirclement and Suppression

The previous chapter has been modified

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

In addition to working with us.”

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

At the Joint Command Center, the man in police uniform also strongly agreed with this.

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

Judging from the character analysis given by the psychological expert, the other party is a typical person who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. During the interrogation, he tried to show strong momentum and determination, but he could not hide the tension and restraint deep in his heart. This kind of contradictory personality trait is the easiest to break through.

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

"By all means, those people are not in London at the moment." The police officer replied, "Eight people went to Scotland, and sixteen went to Northern Ireland."

"How are Mr. and Mrs. Granger?" the voice in the headset asked.

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

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

"Alright. After the battle, give the report directly to Number 10, and don't let it go through me again."

"clear."

Then the call was disconnected.

In a Gothic mansion, in front of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Thames, a tall and fat man was sitting in a luxurious armchair, having just hung up the phone with his right hand.

"Granger"

On his right side, on the round table, besides a few telephones, the largest number of items were various documents.

The one at the top was signed by the girl who once stirred up the European world - Hermione Granger.

The folder contained 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 again for quite some time.

"It's time to meet."

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

Look away.

A wooden board with the logo of "Diogenes Club" hangs on the windowsill, and outside the window, the Thames flows quietly.

The few yachts on the river all came to shore.

A large number of people in rapid reaction force uniforms came ashore.

He quickly disappeared into the block.

On the other side - Jill was carrying a package and walking quickly with a normal expression.

Her mission destination was near the church.

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

Of course, the roads in the surrounding neighborhoods are now closed, so driving is impossible.

Besides that—she had to stay hidden.

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

There were anti-terrorist forces everywhere around the block, and she didn't want to cause any misunderstanding.

Fortunately - the person who set the task definitely expected this.

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

It didn't take Jill much of a struggle to reach her target.

Push open the door - very easy.

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

This is a single room rental.

The room was on the second floor. Through the half-open window, I could hear the slight sound of traffic on the street below and the noise of the crowd in the distance.

A wooden double bed occupies one corner of the room, with a light blue bed sheet on it, which forms a harmonious contrast with the light gray tones on the wall. A retro table lamp is placed on the bedside table, and the soft light shines through the beige lampshade, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

The desk lamp illuminates a cloth bag.

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

Open the bag.

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

When I opened the paper, I saw three messages neatly written on it.

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

——Wear medals.

——If you face a wizard directly, shoot directly. If the opponent's wand lights up green, pull the trigger before that. No need to dodge for other colors.

Jill picked up the detonator and looked at it.

It's clear what pulling the trigger means.

This room must have been planted with many bombs by MI5. Pulling the detonator would mean death together with the enemy.

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

Take the weapon from the package you are carrying.

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

Jill took a deep breath, walked to the window, and prepared his weapon.

Then, as required, put on headphones and connect to the channel.

"023 has arrived."

"Received. Please stay alert." There was a noisy sound from the other end of the headset, followed by a deep male voice.

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

Now all that was left to do was wait.

Time passed slowly, and as the trial date approached, the air around them became more restless.

At some point, a convoy of vehicles came over Westminster Bridge from afar.

On the street, people were rushing to look.

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

"What a loser. He has brought shame upon wizards."

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

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

Beside her, a man who looked somewhat like the woman also spoke up, "The Dark Lord will never allow such trash to exist."

"But these Muggles are really stupid. They gathered together and took down all of them at once."

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

"These Muggles are not very useful, except that they reproduce quickly. If you kill one batch, another batch will appear immediately. They are excellent Inferi material."

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

"They're all here, along with a group of Purgers," the woman replied, but when she heard the word "Raven", her expression showed obvious disdain. "For a poor Nordic organization, it's a godsend to be able to join the Death Eaters. They actually dared to refuse."

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

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

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

Seeing this scene, both the man and the woman's faces suddenly turned cold.

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

"Humph - it turns out that only the dirty blood of Muggles can wash away this insult."

After saying that, the man suddenly moved.

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

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

He even had the leisure to use a spell to blow down a wall of the church, creating chaos. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and a green light came from inside the church.

The next second, gunshots rang out.

"Humph - they are just a bunch of beasts." Alecto Carlo who stayed behind sneered.

Looking up at the magnificent church gradually collapsing, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart.

Even wizards have never built such a detailed and magnificent building, so how can a group of lowly Muggles deserve to own one?

They are only fit to stay in trees or caves.

Alecto Carrow's eyes flashed red.

Weird and crazy.

"boom--"

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

But after a dull sound, half of her head disappeared.

Suddenly, there were several more gunshots.

“Bang—bang—bang!”

Alecto Carrow's body swung violently, and anti-material bullets hit her, each one taking away part of her limbs.

"quick--"

A team of special air service suddenly rushed out from a house on one side, and dense bullets poured down again.

There was a team member with him, holding a flamethrower, and the flame drew a graceful arc in the air, like a red dragon.

<divclass="contentadv">The pile of minced meat was instantly ignited.

On the other side, on the street, the sudden sound of gunfire made the dark wizards hiding in the crowd a little dazed. A ten-thousandth of a second later, their necks were locked and a sharp blade instantly stabbed into them.

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

"Woo——"

There was no time to whimper.

The cut throat can only make the sound of someone spitting out of the pipe.

Then they were dragged away like garbage.

The chaotic team of hundreds of people suddenly burst into exaggerated discipline at this moment.

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

Wizards don't understand why Muggles do this.

All they could think of was insult and humiliation in burning the bodies.

But for Muggles, the experience on the European battlefield taught them that wizards were extremely dangerous creatures. Their bodies were sometimes twisted into some kind of monster, and their blood was contagious, causing irreversible mutations in any organism that came into contact with it.

These are the experiences summarized by the survivors after suffering the tragic injuries brought to them by the [Son of Evil Omen] and the [Pretender].

"All petrochemical—"

The few wizards who reacted subconsciously cast spells.

But to their shock, the spell did not freeze the 'horrible' Muggles around them. The spell seemed to be blocked by something and hit the invisible air.

Then dissipated.

There was no pause in the Muggle's movements.

In the moment the wizards were stunned, their lives were taken away.

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

Then he drew the pistol from his waist.

Start slaughtering all strangers around you.

That was the order they had received.

They shot and killed anyone they didn't know in that neighborhood.

"boom!"

"boom!!!"

The neighborhood suddenly fell into chaos and blood.

Screams, gunshots, and shouts came one after another, interweaving into a symphony of death.

In just a few seconds, more than two dozen burning bodies lay on the asphalt road.

And each of them had more than one fatal wound on its body.

Almost none of them have complete heads.

Under a saturation attack, leaving the body intact is really a luxury.