Hogwarts in the shadows

The American soldiers subconsciously fired in the direction where they disappeared.

But they could only watch them disappear under the cover of night.

They are all a little confused now.

"What's going on?" an American soldier asked blankly.

"What on earth are they doing here?" another soldier was equally confused.

At this moment, a series of explosions were heard on the deck.

The answer was revealed.

High-melt grenade, this special magic bomb, although its explosive power is not great, can quickly melt steel.

Hundreds of holes appeared on the deck in an instant, and the originally flat deck became bumpy.

The carrier-based aircraft lost the runway for take-off and landing, and the aircraft carrier's combat capability was completely paralyzed in an instant.

The American soldiers looked at each other, unable to believe what they saw.

After flying out of the coverage of the overclocked electromagnetic waves, the witch warriors immediately performed the technique of Apparition and disappeared from the sky without a trace.

After Harry completed the task, his face flushed with excitement.

Although it was only five seconds, it was enough to make him excited.

Draco looked at Harry lovingly, feeling like his child had finally grown up.

He patted Harry's shoulder gently.

"Today is Hermione's birthday. Time hasn't passed yet, let's go celebrate for Hermione!"

Harry was stunned, his brain froze for several seconds, and then he suddenly screamed.

"Ah! Today is Hermione's birthday and her coming-of-age ceremony. Let's go quickly."

He grabbed Draco's hand and ran in the direction of the command post.

Draco smiled helplessly, still so impatient.

But he didn't say much, but followed Harry and ran into the night.

At the same time, near the United Army's arms depot, Percy was leading a special team.

In addition to Wu Zhan, their team also includes a group of small and exquisite creatures - Nifflers.

The Nifflers' black fur almost blended into the darkness at night, and their little eyes flashed with cunning light.

"Nifflers, are you ready?" Percy's voice was full of tenderness.

The Nifflers seemed to understand what Percy said. They nodded and jumped off the witch warriors.

They slink quickly into the shadows surrounding the warehouse, ready to carry out their mission.

Inside the warehouse, there are a large number of military supplies, ranging from ammunition to equipment.

With their keen sense of smell and agility, the Nifflers quickly found the storage location of these weapons.

They took out time bombs from the space in their abdomens and placed them carefully under their armaments.

The whole process took less than half an hour, and the Sniffers completed the control of all the warehouses.

The Sniffs completed their mission without any hesitation.

The Sniffs quickly returned, through the gaps that were not much thicker than fingers, and returned to the bodies of the witch warriors.

"Mission accomplished, retreat." Percy gave the order.

As the time bomb reached its limit, a deafening explosion was heard in the warehouse.

Flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky, and the Allied Forces' armaments were reduced to ashes in the explosion.

Percy and his team had already left the explosion site.

They don't need to look back at the explosions. The strong never look at the explosions behind them.

Inside the Joint Forces' temporary command center.

MacArthur was following a group of generals in studying how to deal with the wizard's Imperius Curse and the strange rat-like creature when he suddenly received bad news.

"What did you say?"

General MacArthur slammed his fist on the table, his eyes wide and furious.

The messenger was startled for a moment.

But he still gritted his teeth and repeated his report.

"Report... Report to the General, we have received an urgent report from the Navy that wizards have raided the aircraft carrier battle group.

Currently, the decks of the six aircraft carriers have been severely damaged, and the aircraft cannot take off, so they request to return."

"What are these guys doing? How can they let the wizards destroy our aircraft carrier so easily?!"

MacArthur didn't come because he was very angry about the defeat, and at this moment he was overwhelmed by anger.

"They are just a bunch of trash."

Colonel Johnson on the side quickly consoled him.

"General, the number of aircraft on the carrier is limited and will have little impact on the overall battle situation. The key is our 'little boys'."

General MacArthur seemed a little hesitant.

Little Boy was deployed on an aircraft carrier to ensure its safety.

As for those planes, in terms of quantity, the impact is indeed not significant.

But the problem now is that the deployment location of "Little Boy" has become a problem.

The nearby air force base was frequently harassed by wizards, and even several explosions occurred.

If Little Boy were transferred to these bases, the entire base would be destroyed if an accident occurred.

Colonel Johnson seemed to see through MacArthur's concerns.

"General, I suggest that more aircraft carriers be dispatched to transfer Little Boy to the new carriers."

General MacArthur sighed helplessly. It seemed that this was the only way.

He couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought about asking President Thompson for support again.

The last defeat had allowed Thompson to seize a lot of power from the military.

Now not only has it been defeated again, but it also has to seek support. I wonder how much the military will have to pay this time.

General MacArthur had not yet figured out how to report to President Thompson.

Another messenger rushed into the meeting room.

MacArthur was startled again, wondering if something had gone wrong again.

"General, we have received an urgent report, our...our..." The messenger's voice trembled.

"Speak." General MacArthur's voice was cold and hard.

"Our arms warehouse was attacked by wizards, and we suffered heavy equipment losses." The messenger finally spoke.

General MacArthur felt dizzy. He tried to hold back his anxiety and asked, "How much was lost?"

"There are no detailed statistics yet, but... preliminary estimates show that the losses exceed 80%. "The messenger's voice was low.

"Weren't they told to keep the overclocked electromagnetic waves on 24/7? Could it be that all those devices broke down at the same time?"

Colonel Johnson also became anxious and couldn't help but interrupt.

The outcome of a war depends largely on logistics support.

How can we fight if we have no equipment left?

The messenger recounted the contents of the report to everyone in the conference room.

The atmosphere in the command center suddenly became depressing.

Everyone's face looked extremely ugly.

The wizard's surprise attack strategy is simply hard to guard against.

If even overclocked electromagnetic waves can't stop wizards from casting magic, how can we fight them?

In this way, no matter how much defense is added, a solution cannot be found.

In the end, it will only increase the losses in vain.

Besides, a thief can only steal for a thousand days, so there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.