The years of welding at Hogwarts

This city is the earliest industrialized city in the world. People can see the entire development history of British industry from this city full of electronic atmosphere.

At an abandoned water treatment plant far away from the city, the Night Thestral carriage slowly lowered its altitude and finally landed steadily on a relatively flat ground in the factory.

Looking at the front half of the carriage left, not to mention the important items that were supposed to be delivered, even the four unlucky wizards guarding it had disappeared completely.

The wizard on the ground who was in charge of the response was furious.

The cargo being transported this time is extremely important to the Adult Who Must Not Be Named. After all, 5X-level magical animal eggs are not so easy to obtain.

The failure of the mission didn't matter to him, as he was not the one in charge of the transportation.

It’s just that those four unlucky guys who should have been punished for failing to complete their mission, now no one knows where they are dead.

That adult is a moody madman. Without a vent for his anger, he might vent his anger on himself.

The Cruciatus Curse is not a pleasant feeling.

As he walked away, he didn't notice at all that an inconspicuous little gadget stuck on the wall of the carriage was secretly sending unique electromagnetic waves to the outside world.

The intricate pipelines in the abandoned water supply plant have turned it into a huge maze.

Basically, all the things that could be sold were taken away by the scavengers who wandered here, leaving only a pile of unwanted waste piled up in such a deserted place.

Such an abandoned factory that would not attract anyone's attention at all provides a perfect cover for some people with ulterior motives to carry out some invisible covert operations.

Under the effect of magic, the black-robed wizard's body seemed to have dived into the water.

The ground, which should have been very solid, was pushed to both sides by magic like water waves, allowing him to come to this underground space fifty meters deep without any obstruction.

This huge underground cavity has no support, but it can withstand the heavy pressure of the soil above without collapsing. It is obviously a creation of magic.

Thick cables were laid out in a haphazard manner on the floor of this hastily built laboratory, and all the equipment that had been looted from the Lemuria appeared here.

In this laboratory, which covers an area as large as two standard football fields, many researchers in white coats are busy moving around.

"Where did you find these experimental materials?"

A young man who looked like the leader of these people in white coats was looking at the ferocious-looking man in front of him with a smile on his face. He was not frightened by the other's appearance at all.

The scarlet eyes flashed with a murderous light under the white light as if they were ready to devour anyone. The vertical pupils that did not seem to be possessed by humans added a sense of horror.

The skin, paler than bones, had the texture of a corpse, and the flat nose had only two vertical slits like a reptile's.

Any wizard who had experienced the war more than ten years ago would not feel unfamiliar with the owner of this face.

his name is--

Voldemort.

"These are just a few of the many magical animals in the magical world. When you become a formal wizard, you will find that this world is far more magnificent than you imagined."

Voldemort, who had always looked down on Muggles and believed that they should be ruled by wizards, had no discrimination in his eyes for the first time towards this ordinary person who did not have any magic power.

Moreover, his attitude did not seem like that of treating subordinates whom he could do whatever he wanted with.

The meaning revealed in that calm tone was as if he was facing a partner of equal status.

"I'm looking forward to the world you describe, but don't make any grandiose claims for now. The things I want should be arriving soon, right?"

As he finished speaking, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

It rang outside the lab.

But what the young man wanted was not delivered. Instead, a Death Eater in a black robe slid and knelt from outside the door and came all the way to the two men in an extremely difficult manner.

Before Voldemort could speak, the Death Eater crawled up to him and wanted to kiss the hem of his black robe.

Voldemort raised his ferocious face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

“I smell the stench of guilt.”

His snake face twisted, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Can you tell me what happened? My dear McNeill?"

The Death Eater, who was obviously very tall and strong, trembled uncontrollably when he heard Voldemort speaking to him in that tone.

The soft-spoken Voldemort is obviously more terrifying than the angry Voldemort.

"Master...Master..."

Although he was not the culprit for the failure of the mission, McNeill still had to exert great willpower to stop his body from shaking.

He raised his head slightly, but still did not dare to look Voldemort in the eye.

"The carriage was intercepted, and the things you wanted are missing," Walton McNeill's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, "Not only the goods, but the guards are also missing..."

"I understand." There was no emotion on Voldemort's face.

But the next second, he raised his hand and hurled a heart-piercing blow at the Death Eater lying in front of him.

Ignoring the Death Eater who was twisting and screaming in pain on the ground, the young man standing next to Voldemort had an extremely ugly expression on his face at this moment.

Voldemort slowly raised his wand, and the effect of the Cruciatus Curse disappeared immediately. The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath.

He looked at the young man in front of him and thought that his ugly expression was caused by anger because this group of incompetent idiots had messed up their plans.

"It looks like our plan will have to be postponed for a while, Peter."

His brain was working rapidly, as if he had thought of some possibility. The expression on Peter Parker's face suddenly became even uglier at this moment.

"No, we don't have time. SHIELD is already here."

As if to confirm his words, above the water supply plant, a fighter plane dived vertically from high altitude, revealing the missile rack on its belly.

Chapter 197 Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau

A dazzling flame burst out from the tail of the missile, drawing a burning blue trail in the night.

At the water supply plant which was the final landing point, a dazzling artificial sun slowly rose amid a deafening roar.

When the last ray of light from the artificial sun completely disappeared in the night sky, the water supply plant below had completely disappeared.

In its place was a huge depression, which was the laboratory that was originally hidden under the water supply plant.

Under hundreds of tons of rock and soil, a translucent magic barrier propped up a space that was not too big but large enough to accommodate two people.

Beneath Voldemort's calm face lurked boundless rage.

McNeill, who had luckily survived the attack and was lying at his feet, had no time to be happy about having survived the disaster before a pale green lightning bolt struck down from above.

His expression froze on his face. His arms and legs could no longer support the weight of his body. He collapsed to the ground and died.

Voldemort didn't care about McNeill's death, as if it was just stepping on an insignificant ant.

His furious mind calmed down a little, "We can't wait until the serum is mass-produced, I need to have enough power now!"

"The essence of the serum is, to a certain extent, the same as what you call the fusion of magical blood."

Peter pushed up his black-framed glasses and said, "I have taken some time to study the principles of your potions. If we can start with potions to make blood fusion potions with the same effect as serums, it may greatly reduce the difficulty of mass production."

"At the same time, maybe we can find a way to fuse multiple species, but I need a lot of raw materials to experiment."

"Any magical animal is fine, preferably a stronger one. Only a stronger magical animal can create a more powerful serum, or potion."

Hearing Peter's words, Voldemort stared at him for a long time with his scarlet eyes.

Then he nodded slowly, "No problem."

In addition to the magical animal mutating serum, some things that Voldemort was reluctant to do before should also be considered for inclusion in the action plan.

For example, attack Azkaban and release his former subordinates.

Voldemort was actually reluctant to provoke the Ministry of Magic before he had accumulated enough strength to fight against Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix.

Although the power of the Ministry of Magic has become much weaker than before under the leadership of several incompetent ministers, a lean camel still has some weight.

Attacking Azkaban and releasing the Death Eaters imprisoned there would only send a signal to the Ministry of Magic - that

It is the return of the Dark Lord.

This would put the Ministry of Magic on the same side as Dumbledore, which was definitely something Voldemort did not want to see.

Therefore, he still needs to think carefully about the matter of summoning his old subordinates.

With a slight explosion, the two figures disappeared from the spot.

The magic barrier that supported the soil and rocks above suddenly disappeared after the loss of magic power, and the falling soil completely buried the last remaining traces of this illegal laboratory.

Five minutes later, a group of soldiers armed to the teeth descended via a transport plane and landed on the edge of the pit, surrounding the area so tightly that no one could get in or out.

After standing at the edge of the huge pit where nothing was left and taking a look, Bucky completely lost interest in it.

In this place that was out of their monitoring range, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any valuable clues.

Not to mention that the other party is a wizard, and the space teleportation methods mastered by the wizard have increased the difficulty of tracking.

"Let's close the team."

……

Dropping thermobaric bombs randomly is obviously an uncivilized practice.

Because, in just less than thirty minutes, SHIELD received accountability from Downing Street.

After accumulating enough strength, S.H.I.E.L.D. has now half surfaced.

Not long ago, Downing Street approved a proposal to establish a "Seventh Bureau", namely S.H.I.E.L.D., in addition to the British Army Intelligence Bureau Six.

This is actually a rather outrageous operation, because the original intelligence agency structure is already quite complete, and it is unknown what purpose this so-called Seventh Bureau will serve after it is established.

Its main mission declared to the outside world is to collect and analyze intelligence, both openly and secretly, on possible threats to national security and to respond accordingly.

Only the adult sitting at 10 Downing Street knew that the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency, was actually tasked with monitoring any movement in the wizarding world for him.

Yes, there are actually a small number of Muggles who know about the existence of the magical world.

The Minister of Magic will reveal his or her identity to the ruling Muggle Prime Minister of the corresponding region and establish a limited degree of communication with him or her.

Such a limited degree of exposure is actually more conducive to wizards maintaining their own concealment.

What the gentleman at 10 Downing Street didn't know was that the SHIELD, which he personally supported and established, was actually not under his control from beginning to end.

With the help of a series of magic spells that play with people's minds, such as the Confusion Charm, the Oblivion Charm and the Imperius Curse, and combined with Hydra's infiltration of the Muggle world, 95% of the staff in this newly established intelligence department are from SHIELD.

This refers to the real S.H.I.E.L.D. who is only loyal to Noah.

Not to mention, the top leader of this department is a new leader of Hydra, Gwen Stacy, code-named Spider Queen within Hydra.

With such a background, some actions of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra in the non-magical world have become much easier.

For example, like tonight, an abandoned water supply plant located in the suburbs was bombed with a thermobaric bomb.

The call for accountability was quickly transferred to Gwen.

When Noah, the founder of SHIELD, is away, Spider-Woman, who is trusted by Noah and full of justice, is the person with the highest authority in SHIELD.

"You can just say it was an accident during a military exercise and the situation is now under control, as you have always done before."

Completely ignoring the angry voice on the other end of the phone, Gwen hung up the phone without hesitation.

Looking up at the Winter Soldier standing silently in front of the desk, Hydra's Spider Queen raised her eyebrows.

"I need an explanation, Barnes."

Chapter 198 Massacre in the Forbidden Forest

Just when Gwen was racking her brains over how to deal with the unauthorized actions of the reckless Winter Soldier in front of her.

Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky, and countless trees broke and collapsed to the ground like fallen wheat.

There were hundreds of centaurs running wildly in the forest, holding sharp short spears in their hands, and heavy bows that looked to be very heavy were carried on the backs of their human bodies.

Accompanying them were dozens of adult unicorns, the sharp and ferocious horns on their foreheads flashing a creepy cold light under the moonlight.

In front of this mixed army of centaurs and unicorns, a dark green figure was like a ghost in the night.

The upper body maintained the terrifying lizard man form, while the lower body turned into a drifting black mist, like the exhaust from an engine, pushing his body to quickly shuttle through the forbidden forest.

In his hand he held a strange-looking bone staff. It was not the short and sturdy modern wands in the hands of ordinary wizards, but more like the staffs used by ancient wizards.

The skull embedded in the top of the staff looked like a human, with green ghost lights glowing in its eerie eye sockets.

The mysterious attacker was holding a dead unicorn in his other hand, and silver-blue blood was oozing from a cut on its neck that had obviously been made by some sharp weapon.

The black wizard robe is already

Soaked in the unicorn's blood that gleamed silver in the moonlight.

Voldemort laughed crazily, and with a sudden force of his arms, he lifted the dead unicorn to his mouth and drank its blood with great pleasure.