Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 574 Difficult Choices
"Harry, are you all right?"

After Zhou Hong left, Harry still stared blankly at the direction Zhou Hong left. He really didn't expect Victor to attack him just as Dumbledore told him to be careful of the people around Mike.

It wasn't until Dumbledore's slightly worried voice sounded that Harry was startled awake, shivered, and struggled to stand up.

"I... I'm fine."

"But your hand is bleeding." Dumbledore in the portrait pointed to Harry's hand and said, "You should go to Madam Pomfrey quickly."

Hearing this, Harry finally felt the severe pain from the palm of his hand. He raised his hand and saw that his entire right hand was already stained red with blood, and the blood gushing from the wound was still running along his body. His fingertips dripped, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

Fortunately, although Victor's fingernail pierced through Harry's hand, Harry's finger joints can still move as usual, which shows that his bones are not damaged.

Gritting his teeth, Harry took out a pack of white fresh powder from his pocket with difficulty with his left hand and applied it on his wound. This is the medicine specially distributed by the Los Santos Group for this surprise attack plan. Harry and others acted as One of the members of the surprise attack team naturally also has a share.

The therapeutic effect of Baixian is very strong, but the opposite is its strong pain.

As soon as it was sprayed, the surface of the wound began to react violently. It was a bit like washing the wound with hydrogen peroxide. Harry just rolled his eyes in pain.

Dumbledore in the side portrait looked at Harry worriedly. If he could heal such a small wound with a wave of his hand before he was alive, it's a pity that he is just a portrait now.

After a while, Dumbledore continued after Harry was panting heavily and gradually calmed down:
"Then Harry, what are you going to do? Are you really going to flee the country like Zhou Hong said?"

Hearing this, Harry, whose face turned pale, froze for a moment.

He looked at Dumbledore in the portrait and remained silent for a long time.

Harry wasn't stupid at all.

He knew very well that leaving the country with the invisibility cloak meant that he would live in a homeless life for the rest of his life, because all those who wanted the Deathly Hallows, including Victor, would do everything possible to find him. On the premise of the existence of divination, it is very simple to find his approximate location.

On the contrary, if he doesn't leave, he even takes the initiative to hand over the invisibility cloak to Mike.

Then relying on his friendship with Mike, nothing will happen to him.

In the future, I can also graduate smoothly like my dream, and then try to find a decent job, and then get married and have children...

As for the terrible consequences that Dumbledore said, to be honest, it is not certain whether it is true.

And even if it was true, there would be a tall man holding it up when the sky fell, and Harry didn't think he would be affected much.

This is a tough choice!

It was also a huge responsibility, so big that Harry felt that he couldn't bear it on his small shoulders.

Looking at Harry's tangled look, Dumbledore sighed and said sincerely:

"Harry, the right to choose is completely in your hands now, and as your headmaster, I agree with all your decisions.

But you have to remember that no matter what your choice is, make a decision quickly.

Because indecision is the worst. "

Harry raised his head, staring blankly at Dumbledore in the portrait.

It didn't know how long it took before Harry's originally slack eyes became firm again.

Immediately afterwards, he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily at Dumbledore.

On the other side, Zhou Hong, who left the principal's office, walked quickly to the auditorium. At this time, in the auditorium, the long tables of the four colleges had disappeared, and a large amount of supplies were piled up on the vacant space. Victor stood On the side of the supplies, he looked at the Los Santos wizards coming and going with a smile on his face.

The moment he saw Victor, Zhou Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

This time they came to Hogwarts as a support force to deliver supplies. Of course, this is only a mission on the surface. For Zhou Hong, his only mission at this stage is to keep an eye on Victor and prevent him from continuing to track down [-] people. Hallows.

And this task, he thinks he has done very well.

Just like just now, if he hadn't arrived in time, Harry Potter might have suffered disaster.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hong's mood became happier.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, humming a little tune and standing behind Victor with his hands behind his back.

Hearing the sound, Victor also turned his head and glanced slightly, then smiled lightly and said:

"It doesn't make any sense for you to follow me like this."

Zhou Hong raised his head and remained silent, and Victor went on to say:

"Although I know that you may not be able to understand it with your IQ, I still want to explain it to you.

Compared with life in the conventional sense, I am now more like a piece of artificial intelligence.My body has always been in the alchemy laboratory in the secret territory of the Freemasonry, and I have never moved.The me you see now is nothing more than a mechanical body controlled by my body.

Do you know what that means? "

Victor looked at Zhou Hong with a half-smile, and Zhou Hong seemed to realize something, and the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Los Santos battle wizard approached him suddenly, and continued following Victor's words:

"You mean that I can have many clones, and I can freely change the appearance, age, and even gender of the clones. And you, under the premise that the mind-reading ability is invalid for mechanical structures, you can't tell the difference between us at all. difference."

After saying that, the middle-aged wizard also laughed, and that smile was the same as that on Victor's face at the moment.

Zhou Hong glanced back and forth between the faces of the middle-aged wizard and Victor, and the expression on his own face gradually became ferocious.

"I'll tell Mike everything about today!"

"Whatever you want." Victor spread his hands, "but I don't think Mike will do anything to me, you know he's very busy right now. Besides, I'm more useful to the Freemasonry now than you are." Much more. Do you really think Mike would do anything to me for such a small thing?"

After saying that, Victor stopped paying attention to Hong Zhou.

He turned his head and continued to look at the people coming and going around him.

Hearing this, Zhou Hong's expression immediately became extremely ugly.

He clenched his fists tightly and twisted his body again and again, as if he wanted to tell Mike the news immediately.

But in the end, he still didn't go away.

Instead, he still stood behind Victor, continuing to monitor him with stubborn eyes.

……

Time slowly came to the night.

In this era before the birth of smartphones and the full popularity of video games, people's usual nighttime entertainment is always lacking.

On such nights, most people will always choose to go to bed early, or, before going to bed, pull their partner together to do something beneficial to their physical and mental health.

This is also one of the main reasons why the fertility rate in this era is higher than in later generations.

But in this silent night, the Ministry of Magic is still brightly lit.

People were coming and going in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and countless clerks of the Ministry of Magic in uniforms were in a hurry, trotting into the fireplace and going nowhere.

And the office, which used to be quiet and leisurely in the past, is now in full swing. The officials are all blushing and have thick necks, screaming and roaring at their subordinates.

Cups of refreshing black tea were delivered to everyone's desks without interruption.

At this moment, the cup refilling spell has become the most frequently used spell in the office, bar none.

This is extremely rare. After all, the Ministry of Magic is a government agency, and its main working rhythm is from nine to five.

The main reason for all this is because of various incidents that have occurred in many places in the country since this morning.

The events of Diagon Alley and Hogwarts are just some of them.

Other little things were also extremely tricky.

Just as they were distributed throughout the country, large-scale riots broke out in the protected areas used to house those non-human intelligent creatures.

Mermaids, goblins, goblins and even Veela.

These 'animals' who never dared to leave the protected area in the past could only live under the eyes of the wizards attacked the wizards guarding them at the same time as if they had made an appointment.

Not only that, the offices of the Ministry of Magic scattered around various wizard gathering places were also attacked by unknown wizard forces today.

The personnel stationed on the national border also encountered attacks from unknown forces from various countries today.

In addition, the pure-blood wizard families in the country's wizarding world were not spared.

Those families that have been passed down for a long time and are powerful are better.

The powerful magic restrictions in their family allowed them to delay for some time in the face of attacks, waiting for the support of the Ministry of Magic to arrive.

But those small and declining families were not so lucky.

In the face of those wolf-like attackers, their resistance was useless.

The attackers easily controlled them, and then began to rob without anyone else.

By the time the Ministry of Magic's support arrived, the scene had already turned into a mess of ruins.

This series of events not only caused the Ministry of Magic to lose a large number of expatriates, but also caused countless Muggle sightings.

So the worst department in the Ministry of Magic today is the Department of Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic.

After part of the Auror's deployment authority was assigned to them, they now not only have to deal with countless Muggle sightings, but also are responsible for arranging some of the Auror's compensation work after the sacrifice, which is very important for them A task that is almost impossible to complete.

And other departments didn't go anywhere easily. Given that this series of incidents is still happening, there is no sign of stopping.

Even those departments that were less affected by this incident were compelled to join in supporting other departments.

Moreover, this support is unlimited.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic of the Nation has already entered a complete state of combat readiness!
However, unlike the bustling and lively scene outside, the office of the Minister of Magic is completely silent at this moment.

Everyone, including the current Minister of Magic Chris Flint, bowed their heads and remained silent.

In today's office, only the slight sucking sound from time to time and the rattling sound of burning cigarettes can be heard.

This is Pikelow smoking, and in this case, he dared to smoke while Chris presided over the meeting.

But soon, Chrisna was bloodshot, and his almost cannibalistic eyes fell on Paclow, which forced him to snuff out the cigarette in his hand.

Seeing this, Chris moved his eyes away from him, and began to move back and forth on other people in the office.

However, the people he was looking at lowered their lowered heads even lower, showing no intention of speaking at all.

This made Chris feel even worse.

He can be sure that all these things that happened today were done by Mike and his wizards and non-human intelligent creatures. This is a war related to the domination of the Ministry of Magic!

For this reason, he summoned officials from various departments of the Ministry of Magic to discuss possible implementation methods.

However, he obviously overestimated these so-called officials.

These people have entered the autistic mode directly since they entered the office. Let alone useful advice, they dare not even give a fart!

"Oh!"

Chris slapped the table fiercely, and the loud noise made everyone else tremble.

"A bunch of trash! What use do I need you?"

Chris' roar echoed in the office, but no one reacted much.

After all, in the past few months, they have been tired of hearing similar words.

Seeing this, Chris's expression became more ferocious, and the wand appeared in his hand at some point.

Seeing that Chris was about to lose control, Paclow on the side finally couldn't sit still.

He sighed, lit another cigarette and took a deep breath, then straightened up and asked everyone:

"I'm curious about one thing. In history, the Ministry of Magic has experienced similar things many times, so how did you deal with these things in the past?"

Hearing that Chris put down the wand in his hand.

But soon, he raised the wand again, because many officials present remained silent.

Finally, when Chris' anger was about to reach zero, Kingsley stood up.

After he nodded to Chris and Pikeluo who were in the upper position, he said:

"In the past, in the face of such large-scale rebellions, if our forces were strong enough, we would forcibly suppress them. But if our forces were insufficient, we would use methods of division and wooing to start from the enemy's interior and try to disintegrate the enemy. alliance.

Just like during the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald, we have attracted a large part of the power that originally belonged to Grindelwald's camp.

It turns out that this method works! "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present nodded their heads.

And even Chris' eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)