Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 611 Negotiations
And tracking glasses.

It was an old gentleman's monocle, with a slightly worn and blurred lens at one end, and an onyx jeweled clip on the other, worn by a fine gold chain.

These lenses were so popular among Victorian gentlemen that even those without vision impairment would wear a pair of plain glasses as an accessory.

But it is unqualified as an accessory, because its use experience is very poor, and the lens needs to be embedded in the eye socket, and the other end is clipped to the chest to prevent the lens from falling.Not to mention the discomfort, people with shallow eye sockets can't use it.

Of course, you can also use it in your hand.

It's just that this kind of usage can't be used to look at people generally, because it will be considered a disrespectful behavior due to its weird movements (some people will do it deliberately to express contempt).

The function of this monocle is also very simple, that is, tracking.

Theoretically speaking, he can track any person or object, and can ignore space, time and any hidden means.

But in fact, its effect is not so BT. After testing, the farther away the things it can trace, the more blurred the clues.

But for the wizards, as long as there are some vague pictures and approximate locations, it is enough.

After all, they have the apparition spell, as long as the target is not in a blocked space, they can rely on this information to lock the coordinates and teleport directly.

It is through this monocle that the people of the International Federation of Magic can continuously obtain Harry's location information. Otherwise, relying on the powerful ability of the death cloak, it would be wishful thinking for others to find him.

And there is also a mysterious object called the empty pool that is used in conjunction with the tracing eye.

This is an irregular pond with an area of ​​about five square meters, filled with some kind of light blue translucent unknown liquid.

Its ability is very simple, that is to break open the space on the premise of obtaining enough information to form a one-way portal that can last for 30 minutes.

Most importantly, it creates portals that defy any known means of space containment, including anti-apparition and anti-apparition.

The reason why the wizards of the International Federation of Magic can directly enter the secret realm of the Freemasonry is entirely due to the special ability of the tracking glasses and the empty pool.

In addition to the above mystical objects, the International Federation of Magic also accommodates a large number of harmful mystical objects, such as the back killer (a hairy black child who looks like a monkey. You must face him when you get along with him. If you see his back will die suddenly.), Fear Box (a circus scare box with a clown doll inside. Once someone approaches the box, it will automatically open, and the clown doll inside will jump out to kill.), Cthulhu Gold ( A piece of high-purity gold nugget that will continue to proliferate, any human who touches its body or its proliferating body will be transformed into a murloc within a month,)...

It is reported that these dangerous and harmful mystical objects are all sealed under the holy mountain, suppressed by the holy mountain whose weight cannot be estimated at all.

After listening to Benjamin's report, Mike's face became a little ugly.

He doesn't care much about other things, not even the information about the Holy Mountain. The only things that make him unhappy are the tracking glasses and the empty pool.

The ability of this combination is really terrifying!This means that as long as the International Federation of Magic wants, they can deploy troops into the secret territory of the Freemasonry at any time, or put them on the side of Mike or other Freemasonry members. This is a huge advantage for the Freemasonry. threaten.

Benjamin also saw Mike's thoughts, he smiled and said:
"The use of the Empty Breaking Pond has very large restrictions. To activate it requires quite detailed information, but with the vague information obtained by the tracking glasses, it cannot break through the space of the Masonic Secret Realm at all. And they The reason why I was able to do it last time is entirely because I collected too much information about Harry, so I was able to use Harry as the coordinate point to send it over."

Hearing that Macbeth glanced at Benjamin, he already realized that Benjamin was deliberately trying to make himself look bad.

However, Mike did not react more violently. He has always remembered the oath when the Freemasonry was founded-to help each other!
He and every member of the Freemasonry are equals and are friends.

It's normal for friends to joke around.

Mike frowned and said:

"Then the task now is to find Harry as soon as possible. You must do your best, or the people from the International Federation of Magic will probably send someone over directly again."

"Don't worry, Arthur has gone looking for it, and I believe there will be results soon." Franklin said, "You know, as a witcher, hunting is what Arthur is best at."

"Didn't he just get hurt? Why did he go out to find Harry again?"

Mike asked in surprise, and Franklin shrugged his shoulders and said:

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. For example, when I was extremely angry, I killed five 5-inch potato wedges and bacon pizzas by myself. Arthur, as a demon hunter, is not the same as our physical body. The fetus is naturally incomparable."

Mike ignored Franklin's inexplicable and weird speech, and just nodded silently.

Mike can understand Arthur's desire to catch Harry as soon as possible to avenge his chest piercing, but he really doesn't like Arthur.

The death cloak is too strong, even his legendary spiritual power can't see through it.

Although according to Victor's description, Arthur should be able to vaguely "smell Harry's scent" relying on some kind of hunter's intuition that is not available at all times, but the fact proves that the reliability of this ability is questionable, after all, if this ability It was really useful, and Harry wouldn't be able to run from the teleportation hall to Victor's laboratory.

Taking a long breath, Mike was about to return to the Ministry of Magic.

There is basically no need to worry about Benjamin and others here, and it is time to go back to deal with government affairs.

But just as he was about to activate the door key, Penello broke into the room suddenly.

"Mike, a guy who claims to be the president of the International Federation of Magic wants to see you."

"Um?!"

Mike raised his eyebrows all of a sudden. He had expected that the International Federation of Magic would look for him, but he didn't expect the other party to be so anxious.

But soon the corners of his mouth rose again.

The fact that the other party is so anxious just proves that the other party has something in his hands, so that means that he can blackmail them well.

Of course, doing so will inevitably arouse the opponent's resentment, and even directly cause the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Magic to turn against each other.

But Mike didn't care about all of this.

Anyway, Mike didn't intend to live in peace with each other from the very beginning, so what's the point of this false peace?It's better to get some more benefits!
Thinking so, Mike said with a smile:

"Okay, what about others?"

"The other party said that they want to use the Unicom spell for long-distance communication, and the address is 192.168.0.1."

"Well, let's go and see now, what he wants to say!"

Mike grinned, waved and led everyone to the general command room.

The staff in the command room had already received the news and started preparations.

After Mike arrived and entered the mailing address, a familiar face of an old man with a white beard appeared on the big screen opposite.

"Good day, Mr. Mike Townley."

"You are also good, Your Excellency President."

Hearing that the white-bearded old man was silent, he was recalling whether he had introduced himself when he met Mike last time, because Mike obviously forgot his name.

If you haven't introduced yourself, it's your own disrespect.

If there is, then I have to reconsider my attitude towards Mike and even the Ministry of Magic of the country, because this means that the other party doesn't take me seriously at all!
Personally, he is more inclined to the latter, after all, in his impression, Mike is that kind of proud and annoying appearance.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't remember that he had introduced himself. In the end, he could only force a smile and said:
"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Mr. Mike Townley. My name is Mottore Uranos, and I am the current president of the International Federation of Magic."

"Oh, so Your Excellency Uranus, what's the matter with you suddenly contacting me?"

Mike's tone was quite impatient and indifferent, which made the muscles on the face of the white-bearded wizard Motore twitch a few times, and he looked very angry.

But fortunately, Motore finally suppressed his anger, raised his head slightly, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Your Excellency Mike Townley, just now, your secret realm was attacked by a group of white-robed wizards, right?"

Mike pretended to be stupid: "That's right, are you going to give me some clues?"

"In fact, they are the operatives sent by our International Federation of Magic, and their mission here is to capture a fugitive." Motore said expressionlessly, "Information shows that the fugitive entered a In the secret realm, it was not stated that it is a secret realm that you own, so my subordinates will rush in without notifying you."

"It turned out to be you!" Mike said pretending to be angry, "I'm looking for you! Your subordinates have caused great damage to me, and you must compensate me!"

"This is all negotiable. What I want to ask now is, are they still alive?"

"What do you say?"

Mike raised his legs and said disdainfully, while Motore lowered his head when he heard that, and said sadly:
"Is that so? Then I ask you to return their bodies, if they still have bodies. They are all warriors who have made outstanding contributions to world peace, and the International Federation of Magic needs to give them the honor they deserve."

Mike didn't speak, but just ordered the staff on the side to play the video of the mushroom cloud rising over Victor's laboratory at that time.

After seeing it, Motore sighed, picked up a piece of parchment from the table in front of him and read:

"In view of the loss caused to you by our erroneous personnel assignment, the International Federation of Magic is willing to compensate you 20 Galleons, 120 Snakegrass, [-] kilograms of Dragon's Blood, and three tons of Mithril..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Mike interrupted mercilessly, "You should be very clear that for me who controls the entire Ministry of Magic and the Los Santos Group, these ordinary materials are of little value at all. .If you want to get back the corpse of the triplet old man, then show some sincerity."

"Then what do you want? Sir Mike Townley!"

Motore's eyes began to become dangerous. He had vaguely guessed what Mike wanted, and when he finally said Mike's name, he said it almost word by word in a tone of gritted teeth.

"I want to be mysterious..."

"It's impossible!" Motore interrupted, "Everything else is negotiable, but this matter is not negotiable!"

"That's really a pity. Is this the only way the International Federation of Magic treats those who have made great contributions to themselves? It seems that your company is just talking, I thought... tsk tsk tsk."

Listening to Mike's deliberately good tone and seeing the opponent's appearance of needing to be beaten, Motore clenched his fists involuntarily.

If he could, he really wanted to smash Mike's dog's head with a punch.

It's a pity that there is a screen between the two sides.

Silently weighing the importance between the mysterious object and the triplet old man, Motore finally let go of his clenched fist.

There are many mysterious things in the International Federation of Magic, but if the things hidden in the old triplets are leaked out, it will cause serious consequences.

"Your Excellency Mike Townley, we can agree to your request to a certain extent, so let's have a good talk."

"Wouldn't it be better sooner!"

Mike jumped off the chair all of a sudden, with a fox-like smile on his face.

……

After half an hour, the long bargaining finally came to an end, and Mike and Motore finally reached a consensus on returning the bodies of the triplets old man and compensation.

Although the negotiation process was not very pleasant, the two parties have achieved their goals tentatively, so after the end, both of them showed faint smiles on their faces.

"Hehehe, Your Excellency Mike Townley, your people who compensated me are already on their way to the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China. I hope they can also see the remains of the three elders by then."

"It's a matter of course. I can tell you responsibly that the corpse of the triplet old man is very well preserved, and you will definitely not be disappointed."

Motore directly ignored Mike's impolite speech and began to divert the topic elsewhere.

Avoiding embarrassing conversations is a compulsory course for a nobleman, and Motore is unwilling to abandon this virtue even when facing a reckless man like Mike.

After chatting for a while, when Motore's smiling face was about to freeze, the deal between the two parties was finally completed.

"Okay, Mr. Mike Townley, we have confirmed that we have received what we want, so we will take our leave."

After saying that, Motore exhaled a long breath, and couldn't wait to turn off the communication signal.

Chatting with Mike is really painful, especially when Mike is deliberately eccentric, even the well-cultivated Motoley has a tendency to lose control.

(End of this chapter)