Chapter 574 A Difficult Choice

"Harry, are you okay?"

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

It was not until Dumbledore's slightly worried voice sounded that Harry was awakened, shivered, and struggled to stand up.

"I... I'm fine."

"But your hand is bleeding." Dumbledore in the portrait pointed at Harry's hand and said, "You'd better go to see 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 stained with blood at this time, and the blood gushing out of the wound was still dripping along his fingertips, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

Fortunately, although Victor's fingernail pierced Harry's hand, Harry's finger joints can still move normally, which means that his bones are not damaged.

Gritting his teeth, Harry used his left hand to take out a packet of white fresh powder from his pocket and applied it to his wound. This was a medicine specially distributed by the Los Santos Group for this surprise attack plan. As a member of the surprise attack team, Harry and others naturally had a portion.

White fresh powder has a strong healing effect, but the opposite is its strong pain.

As soon as it was sprinkled, the surface of the wound began to react violently, which was a bit like cleaning the wound with hydrogen peroxide. Harry rolled his eyes in pain.

Dumbledore in the portrait beside him looked at Harry worriedly. If he was alive, he could heal such a small wound with a wave of his hand. It was a pity that he was just a portrait now.

After a while, when Harry was panting and gradually calmed down, Dumbledore continued:

"So Harry, what are you going to do? Do you really want to escape from Yingguo like Zhou Hong said?"

Hearing this, Harry, who turned pale, was stunned for a moment.

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

Harry was actually not stupid at all.

He knew very well that leaving his hometown with the invisibility cloak meant that he would live in displacement for the rest of his life, because everyone who wanted the Deathly Hallows, including Victor, would try every means to find him. Under the premise of the existence of divination, it was very easy to find his approximate location.

On the other hand, if he didn't leave, and even took the initiative to give the invisibility cloak to Mike.

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

In the future, he could graduate smoothly as he dreamed, and then work hard to find a decent job, and then get married and have children...

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

And even if it was true, there would be tall people to support it if the sky fell, and Harry didn't think he would be affected much.

This was a difficult 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 choice is now entirely in your hands. As your headmaster, I agree with all your decisions.

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

Because indecision is the worst."

Harry raised his head and stared at the portrait of Dumbledore.

It was unknown how long it took before Harry's eyes, which had been somewhat scattered, became firm again.

Then, he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily at Dumbledore.

On the other side, Zhou Hong, who had left the principal's office, walked quickly into the auditorium. At this time, the long tables of the four major colleges had disappeared in the auditorium. A large amount of supplies were piled up on the empty space, and Victor stood beside the supplies and smiled at the Los Santos wizards coming and going around.

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

This time they came to Hogwarts as a support force to transport supplies. Of course, this was only the official mission. For Zhou Hong, his only mission at this stage was to keep a close eye on Victor and prevent him from continuing to track down the 40,000 Hallows.

And he thought he was doing very well in this mission.

Just like just now, if he hadn't arrived in time, Harry Potter would have been in trouble.

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

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, hummed a little tune, and stood behind Victor with his hands behind his back.

Hearing the sound, Victor turned his head slightly and glanced, then he chuckled and said:

"There is actually no point in you following me like this."

Zhou Hong looked up and said nothing, and Victor continued:

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

Compared to life in the conventional sense, I am now more like an artificial intelligence. My original body has always been in the alchemy laboratory in the secret territory of Freemasonry and has never moved. What you see now is just a mechanical body controlled by my original body.

Do you know what this means?"

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

Then, a middle-aged man in a Los Santos combat wizard uniform suddenly came over and continued Victor's words:

"You mean 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 ineffective on mechanical constructs, can't tell the difference between us at all."

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

Zhou Hong's eyes swept back and forth between the middle-aged wizard and Victor's face, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

"I will tell Mike everything that happened today!"

"It's up to you." Victor spread his hands and said, "But I don't think Mike will do anything to me. You know, he is very busy now. Moreover, my influence on the Freemasonry is much stronger than yours. Do you really think Mike will do anything to me for such a small matter?"

After that, Victor no longer paid attention to Zhou Hong.

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

Zhou Hong's expression immediately became extremely ugly when he heard this.

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

But in the end, he did not leave.

Instead, he still stood behind Victor and continued to watch him with stubborn eyes.

...

Time slowly came to the middle of the night.

In this era when smartphones have not yet been born and video games have not yet become popular, people usually lack entertainment activities at night.

On such nights, most people always choose to go to bed early, or, before going to bed, pull their partners 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 that in later generations.

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

People come and go in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and countless uniformed Ministry of Magic clerks are in a hurry, trotting into the fireplace and going somewhere unknown.

The office, which used to be quiet and leisurely, was now in full swing. Officials were red-faced and angry, and were constantly shouting and yelling at their subordinates.

Cups of black tea for refreshing were continuously delivered to everyone's desk.

At this moment, the refill spell became the most frequently used spell in the office, without a doubt.

This is extremely rare. After all, as a government agency, the Ministry of Magic works from nine to five.

The main reason for all this is the various incidents that have occurred in many places in Ying Country since this morning.

The Diagon Alley incident and the Hogwarts incident are just part of the many incidents.

Other small things are also extremely difficult.

For example, large-scale riots broke out in the protected areas throughout Ying Country, which are used to house non-human intelligent creatures.

Mermaids, goblins, goblins and even veela.

These "animals" who dared not leave the protected areas in the past and could only live under the contempt of wizards, attacked the wizards guarding them at the same time today as if they had made an appointment.

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

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

In addition, the pure-blood wizard families within the wizarding world of Yingguo were not spared.

Those families with a long history and strong strength are better.

The powerful magic restrictions in their families allow them to delay some time when facing attacks and wait for the Ministry of Magic's support to arrive.

But those small families and declining families are not so lucky.

When facing those wolf-like attackers, their resistance is simply useless.

The attackers easily controlled them, and then began to rob as if no one was around.

By the time the Ministry of Magic's support arrived, the scene had already become 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 witnesses.

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

After the allocation of some Aurors was assigned to them, they now not only had to deal with countless Muggle sightings, but also had to arrange for the compensation of some Aurors after their death, which was a complicated and almost impossible task for them.

Other departments were not much easier, as the series of events were still happening and there was no sign of stopping.

Even those departments that were less affected by the incident were forced to join the work of supporting other departments.

Moreover, this support was unlimited.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo has now entered a complete state of war preparedness!

Unlike the bustling scene outside, the office of the Minister of Magic was silent at the moment.

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

Now in the office, only the occasional sucking sound and the crackling sound of burning cigarettes could be heard.

This was Pecklo smoking. Under the current circumstances, only he dared to smoke when Chris was presiding over the meeting.

But soon, Chris's bloodshot, almost cannibalistic eyes fell on Pecklo, forcing him to extinguish the cigarette in his hand.

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

The people he was looking at lowered their heads even lower, and had no intention of speaking.

This made Chris feel even worse.

He was sure that all the things that happened today were done by Mike and his wizards and non-human intelligent creatures. This was a war about the dominance of the Ministry of Magic!

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

However, he obviously overestimated these so-called officials.

These people went into autism mode as soon as they entered the office. Not to mention useful suggestions, they didn't even dare to fart!

"Bang!"

Chris slapped the table hard, and the loud noise startled everyone else.

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed, lit another cigarette and took a deep puff, then he 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 this, Chris put down his wand.

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

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

He nodded to Chris and Pecklo at the top, and then said:

"In the past, when facing such a large-scale rebellion, if our strength was strong enough, we would suppress it by force. If our strength was insufficient, we would use the means of division and attraction to start from the inside of the enemy and try to disintegrate the enemy's alliance.

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

Facts have proved that this method is very useful!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present nodded again and again.

And Chris's eyes lit up.