I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Hermione stared at the receptionist in disbelief, who then produced a bag of Floo Powder.

"The coordinates are 10 Downing Street."

Hermione never expected that her actions would be completely anticipated, but she gritted her teeth, called Ron and Harry to the fireplace, and read out the coordinates.

10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's official residence.

On the leather sofa, Kerry was remotely commanding the Soul Eaters that were currently shrouding multiple cities in shadow, his eyes closed.

One of the kibbles was lying on his lap with its eyes closed, seemingly asleep, while the other was nowhere to be found.

The current prime minister and his cabinet are nearby, reporting to him on the daily resolutions of both houses of parliament.

If Kerry taps his finger with his eyes closed, they will report the next item. If Kerry taps two fingers, someone will tell the air about the journey of the person who made this unreasonable suggestion, and soon a Dementor will head to that person's location.

The mechanical maid served Kerry drinks and refreshments, providing him with some material enjoyment.

As the firelight flickered, three dizzy little wizards appeared inside.

In their eyes, they were swarms of black shadows, or to put it more bluntly, hordes of Dementors.

"Mr. Kerry, I have something to say to you."

As soon as Hermione saw that familiar figure, she spoke up despite the discomfort of the Floo fans.

"You don't need to say anything. The fact that you can see my plan shows that you didn't waste your time studying for those six months."

However, it seems I haven't told you one thing: I have a passive ability to read people's thoughts, and the first person in the world who could block my thought reading was Grindelwald.

You, as another pawn of mine, have completed your mission. I have realized that the weakness of those flies is that they have emotions just like humans. Now, take your friends back to finish their studies.

"Since you could even think of raising Dementors, you may not be able to inherit my will, but you could certainly be the Minister of Magic."

Chapter 278 Don't go down a strange path!

Hermione was somewhat bewildered upon hearing Kerry's words and seeing the current situation.

She suddenly realized something: if all she needed to do was repent and suffer, or grow from setbacks, then...

It's simply not worth Kree risking violating the principles of time travel to give his present self the memories of that first timeline.

This is just a form of insurance, inducing the past self to discover that the aliens' weakness is emotion.

Since they possess emotions, their feelings and souls can be devoured by Dementors.

Just like these things called the world's wounds, they can also devour the emotions of some magical creatures.

Moreover, Dementors can ignore building defenses. As long as the Kree can block all the entrances and then let the Dementors in, it's like pouring boiling water into an anthill.

Dementors show no mercy; they will follow their instincts and devour any living thing they can sense.

Dementors are not afraid of high technology other than soul weapons. The flies will find that physical damage has no effect on them after they have hastily pulled out laser guns and lightsabers.

"So... instead of taking action now, you've chosen to breed Dementors? Is it because you still want to talk to them?"

Hermione spoke to Kerry, clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

Kerry shook his head.

"The political science department will lose 50 points. The reason I'm not taking action now is because if I can solve the problem, and the other me still managed to travel through time, it can only mean one thing."

Those damn flies know not to put all their eggs in one basket. I'm just waiting for a signal, for another version of myself to tell the present me that he has found the signal those flies sent to all the eggs in the universe.

Alright, I'm not a supercomputer, but the entire British Parliament is waiting for my approval. Now you can go back.

Hermione dejectedly lowered her hand.

"I see."

Then he spoke to his two companions who had been unable to get a word in edgewise.

"We should go."

As she spoke, Hermione was the first to sprinkle Floo Powder. Harry and Ron couldn't help but glance at Kerry a few more times before reluctantly leaving the area.

When they reappeared from the Ministry of Magic, Ron noticed that Hermione's eyes were a little red.

"Hermione, if you think he's doing something wrong, we should stop him."

Ron spoke up.

"Believe me, anyone would find his arrogant attitude disgusting."

"No, you don't understand him. That was his final warning. If we continue to do anything, we will be his enemies. When I can no longer persuade him, I have already failed."

And he's already given up on me.

Hermione lowered her eyes and walked sadly out of the Ministry of Magic's main hall.

……

After the young men and women left, Kerry spoke to the system.

"See, I think my other self chose her simply because she is the most politically gifted person among the suitable candidates in the wizarding world."

Unfortunately, she wasn't even as good as that idiot Madara, let alone Tobirama Senju.

[This is the only point I agree with: regardless of whether the offspring of those fly-people in this world are innocent, their purpose in being sent here is to wage war, and in war, as weapons, they cannot be considered innocent.]

Kree wants to choose a successor because he wants to change the world for a longer period of time, rather than having the world return to its original state after he comes and leaves.

Kerry had previously experimented with directly brainwashing a large number of people in the Naruto world, but there were always some deviations, such as the people becoming too extreme after being brainwashed.

When selecting people, ability is considered less than character.

Hermione is a girl who easily becomes self-satisfied by talking to herself, for example, the nature of house-elves is to serve humans and secrete happiness.

But she just felt this was exploitation and insisted that the little elves have rights, even though she didn't understand that the first step in establishing a rights protection foundation in a capitalist society is to attract sponsorships, then promise to help those big capitalists launder money and gain fame, and provide convenience for some people in the school.

This allows the foundation to exist for a long time and help a small number of people. Then, politicians are used to give the elves basic voting rights. Once they have voting rights, they become valuable for political maneuvering, so some bureaucrats have to curry favor with them in order to rise to power.

Hermione, by establishing this organization, will gain the ability to intervene in politics and further improve the lives of the house-elves by controlling their voting rights.

Um...yes, like how they treat Black people.

However, it was clear that she was a bit too self-satisfied, so after receiving the intelligence, Kerry immediately gave up on teaching her and just let her attend political classes as usual. At least this self-satisfaction was based on a friendly attitude towards other people or non-humans, so she could still be a minor official.

Because of the interruption, Kerry checked his group chat before the cabinet received another report.

His private chat room has been in an uproar lately.

It wasn't for any other reason than that after Kree discovered the aliens' ability to reproduce, he specifically opened a thread in the public chat area to confirm the authenticity of Arceus's claim about an invading army from another world, and then told everyone that if they had the ability, they should take precautions to avoid getting into trouble.

As a result, many group members asked him about the specific details of those armies.

Kerry basically updates the chat forum with whatever intelligence he discovers, and only gives token replies to these private messages.

Opening the fifth group, it seemed that everyone was also discussing that matter.

Saitama: Meeting this guy named Lanmeng is really annoying. I wanted to stop him from starting a war, but he suddenly detonated two bombs, killing tens of millions of people. He also told me that if he died, the whole world would be razed to the ground.

That guy even reached out and touched my head after I stopped.

Well, at least it seems that Saitama doesn't need to worry too much about aliens.

Or rather, what we need to worry about is the aliens themselves.

[Reigen Arataka: Mr. Saitama, don't worry, this kind of evil must be stopped. Mob, Tatsumaki, and I are guarding Mr. Tenshou. When the final battle comes, we can directly cut off his control over those bombs.]

Saitama: That would be best.

[Kiritsugu Emiya: @Saitama, I think I've arrived in your world. I told the World Government to eliminate those bugs, but they didn't budge. Then I went to the Hero Association, but they ignored me too. Only a few heroes were willing to go with me to find those guys.]

[Saitama: Huh? I don't really understand either, but those politicians have always been like that.]

[Lie Yongzhou: I've arrived at the Lost Bamboo Forest. A white-haired girl overheard my thoughts and offered to take me to Eternal Pavilion.]

[Administrator Yakumo Yukari: @Retsu Nagayuki, when you get there, go find Yagokoro Eirin and tell her about the aliens. She will handle it.]

Chapter 279 Tremble, World

Kerry didn't have to wait long.

On the third night after Hermione went back to her regular classes.

Kerry, who didn't need to sleep, cultivated the Otsutsuki soul that he hadn't fully digested yet, while looking at the horizon.

There, a crimson streak, like a comet, streaked across the sky.

It carries a strong magnetic field fluctuation, which would probably not be noticed by anyone who is not an expert in this field.

However, in Kerry's perception, the influence of that thing was enough to cover the entire British Isles.

Kerry knew that was a signal to him.

The signal to begin the final battle was that Kerry first sent Snape a message telling him to Apparate to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral.

"Let's get started."

Then Kerry gave instructions to the mechanical maid who was standing by.

"Received. Signal transmission equipment at the designated underground facility has been blocked."

Kyubey got up with him; this time, both of them had returned.

Kerry ran his hand through his hair, and his skin began to turn pale little by little. A chakra staff appeared beside Kerry's hand.

Kerry took to the air.

Today is a full moon, a day when a dark creature is particularly violent, I wonder if it was deliberately chosen.

Kerry arrived at his designated spot, above the church, and then he opened his arms.

A massive spiritual force spread from his location to the entire island like a tidal wave.

This has no effect on ordinary people whose spirituality is not apparent, but it is like a golden beacon shining in the warp for the Dementors who have long been marked by the Kree.

If the only light the moth sees in the pitch-black night is like an army being neatly mobilized.

At the same time, commotion broke out in more than fifty cities and thousands of streets.

From the English Channel all the way to Edinburgh, Scotland.

Countless dark shadows emerged from the shadows like soft mud.

Tonight, they will not need to obey any laws or commands, but only a leader who can ensure the continued reproduction of their race, provide them with countless delicacies, and free them from the constraints of wizards.

To hell with the International Law on the Secrecy of Wizardry!

These ghostly things emerge from the streets and alleys, making no attempt to hide themselves from Muggles.

One, two, a hundred, a thousand.

Tens of thousands of Dementors, like ants moving house, gathered from all directions and converged into a torrent in the sky.

Soyo, who is used to going to bed early, didn't even notice when the cake fork in her hand fell to the ground while she stayed up late to admire the moon. She just stared blankly at the moving black line in the sky.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the sky and immediately fainted. She was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital by a kind student.

Grindelwald, who called himself "Grindelwald" and guessed that Alice was Dumbledore, wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"Young people these days are really crazy."

Meanwhile, Voldemort, who was preparing to take advantage of the full moon to act again, this time without Apparition but with a hundred flies he had borrowed, stared blankly at the sky.

A jet-black stream flew over his head, in a quantity he had never seen before.

Voldemort kept shaking his head.

He couldn't believe that anyone would dare to breed such a cunning and terrifying creature on such a large scale.

Bella and Barty beside him were already pale, their hands trembling as they held their wands.

Voldemort had no other thought at that moment; he wanted to run.

He wanted to escape the wizarding world and unite all the magical communities around the world to fight against the Dementors before they ruled the world. Otherwise, it would be too late, and everyone would have to live in pigsties raised by these beasts.

Anyone who dares to do this must be a madman.

He refused to believe that anyone could control such a massive number of Dementors.

But unfortunately... there are people like that in the world.

Does someone who is always hungry need to worry about braised beef brisket and tomato and egg noodles rebelling?