Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Are you kidding me?" The Basilisk's tone instantly shifted from playful to serious, as he understood the implications of this news. →

Establishing a British transit hub would mean the club could have a stable route for transporting magical creatures from the Americas, and it would also allow them to hunt and exploit native British magical creatures.

More magical creatures meant more Elixir of Life, a resource vital to the Silver Spears and Lances.

The magical creature resources in Europe that could be exploited had already been tapped out. The number of magical creatures they could collect each year was declining, so they urgently needed to open a new smuggling route to bring in magical creatures from outside.

In this regard, they could only consider countries outside their existing territories.

It wasn't that there were no magical creatures in the Central European countries they controlled, but the places where magical creatures could be captured on a large scale were mostly owned by someone.

Targeting local magizoologists and official magical creature reserves would easily provoke a strong backlash.

Outside their controlled territories in Central Europe, there weren't many viable targets.

In the Nordic countries to the north, such as Sweden, Norway, and Finland, and in Estonia and Latvia, the Pure Land Society's power was too strong. This organization was extremely cruel, and their attempts to infiltrate had not been very successful.

As for Italy to the south, and Spain and Portugal on the Iberian Peninsula to the southwest, the Vatican was watching them, and they dared not act too recklessly.

Those guys who used faith-based magic were just a different kind of wizard, yet they called themselves servants of God. They had once tried to monopolize and rule the wizarding world, and started wars to that end, namely the Crusades and the Witch Hunts.

However, they were defeated by united wizards and gradually declined, but they still had influence in several Southern European countries.

Although the current Vatican was more civilized than before, they were still easily provoked, and casually provoking them could easily lead to retaliation.

And the east was even worse. Ukrainian and Russian wizards in Eastern Europe were known for their fierce nature. Conflicts with local wizards didn't even require official intervention; ordinary wizards would beat you to death.

Moreover, it was difficult to develop collaborators there. They couldn't rely on Silver Spears to hunt and transport magical creatures every time.

So they had always focused their main energy and vision on the west. Development in the distant Americas had been very smooth, thanks to the efforts of Thunderbird and Black Dragon, who established the American branch there.

The Americas also had abundant magical creature resources, so as long as a transport route could be opened, the Elixir of Life could be produced continuously.

Therefore, Britain occupied a significant position in the club's overall strategy. Previously, Silver Spear had not acted rashly because Britain was in the midst of the Death Eater war, but after things gradually calmed down in recent years, they began to try and make efforts.

The club had even cultivated a spy specifically for the British strategy, but now the person in charge, 'Thunderbird,' was saying they were giving up. No one could accept that.

"I'm not you, there's no need for me to joke around with you." Faced with the Basilisk's questioning, Anduin replied calmly.

"You know how much effort the club has put into establishing a British branch. Now, your one word 'failure' is equivalent to letting all our efforts go down the drain. Have you really exhausted all possible methods?" The Basilisk's tone was no longer just serious, but even a little angry.

"I know better than you how much the club has invested in establishing a British transit hub. Now there are five Silver Spears trapped there. Do you think I'm the kind of person who gives up easily?" The Thunderbird that Anduin was playing also had a terrifyingly cold voice.

The Basilisk could even hear a hint of annoyance in the other person's tone.

"But… how could this be? At first, things were clearly progressing smoothly, and the messages you sent back later only said that it would take some extra time." The Basilisk suddenly realized something, "Could it be that Dumbledore has taken action?"

The Basilisk could make such an association because he really couldn't imagine a reason why Thunderbird would fail. This club elder's strength was no joke, and in Britain, the headquarters had thoughtfully arranged an internal contact.

With great strength and access to well-informed sources, there was no reason why a small Britain would make the arrogant Thunderbird admit defeat. The only possible problem was encountering an irresistible force.

Britain, plus an irresistible force, the Basilisk immediately thought of Dumbledore, the man who had once defeated Grindelwald in a head-on confrontation, and the only wizard in his mind who could steadily suppress Thunderbird in terms of strength.

"The situation in the British wizarding world is more complicated than you think. The newly appointed Minister Bardell is implementing a tough policy. Our transport route was thwarted shortly after it was established. You're not unaware of this," Thunderbird complained to the Basilisk with annoyance and a hint of depression.

"But, can the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic alone stop you? Is there something wrong here? The Sphinx's stealth squad is not weak either, but after being dispatched to Britain, they didn't even make a splash. And the Occamy, that guy is very trusted by the Phoenix."

The Basilisk counted the Silver Spears who had been sent to Britain for support, then looked at Thunderbird in disbelief, "What exactly happened in Britain? There must be something wrong here."

There is something wrong, and that's that you met me, Anduin mocked inwardly.

Then, in an angry tone, he roared at the Basilisk, "Are you questioning me? I will personally explain what happened in Britain to the 'Rune Serpent.' It's none of your business."

The Basilisk, who had been sprayed in the face, now realized that he seemed to have gone too far. These Lances were all like lunatics, and the details of their respective tasks were like secrets, and they were unwilling to share them with others at all.

But the Basilisk was still a little unwilling, knowing that he had also drunk the Elixir of Life, and a shortage of magical creatures would also affect him, "The failure of the British strategy, you are not unaware of the impact on the future development of the club. This is a project you are responsible for. Now that there is such a big problem, the leader may not be willing to see you. You can't explain things clearly."

"Then this is not your business. I suggest initiating a 'Long Spear Meeting,' and then the Lances attending the meeting will determine the next course of action. Regarding the specific situation in Britain, I will also give a unified report to everyone at the meeting."

"But what I can determine now is that Britain currently does not have the soil to incubate a branch. At least, don't think about it in the next few years. They are now wary of the club. Continuing to go deep will only cause greater losses," Thunderbird said to the Basilisk in a formal tone.

The so-called 'Long Spear Meeting' is a management meeting held entirely by Lances and Silver Spears during the safe period at the beginning of the month. All Lances who can come will gather at the headquarters.

Generally, this kind of meeting is only held when reporting and making decisions on major actions, after all, just going back and forth to the meeting would cost a large number of Portkeys, not to mention the time it takes.

Seeing Thunderbird so sure, the Basilisk couldn't help but feel uneasy. Seven Silver Spears couldn't handle Britain, and five Silver Spears were lost. What was so terrifying about that broken island country that even Thunderbird, who had conquered the Americas, didn't dare to cross the line?

As for holding a Long Spear Meeting, it wasn't a big problem. Thunderbird's authority could indeed initiate it, and the British transit hub was worth everyone's attention.

"Okay, I will notify Golden Snitch as soon as possible. He will make unified arrangements and notifications, but there is not much time left before the beginning of the month. I don't know how many people will be able to come by then."

After saying that, the Basilisk sighed helplessly, "But now that the British channel has been cut off, the supply of magical creatures is already stretched. Rune Serpent is really something, preparing to promote several more Lances in recent years to expand his power. Now, relying solely on the club's farm can't support it for long. We have to find a way to open up a new transport route as soon as possible."

Within the Silver Spears, everyone's dislike of Rune Serpent had reached the point of undisguised. They liked to scold the leader from time to time, which was not strange.

However, after hearing the Basilisk's words, Anduin's heart suddenly moved.

Promoted several more Lances? Farms? It seems that the Silver Spears' consumption of magical creatures is much higher than before. Now, perhaps they can't even achieve a balance of production.

If that's the case, he might be able to start from this direction, disrupting their formation and stirring up the waters in the club.

However, although Anduin was planning conspiracies in his heart, he didn't stop speaking.

"Do you think I'm not worried? I don't feel bad about losing so many goods in Britain?" Thunderbird snorted coldly, then asked casually, "You said the leader is going to promote several more Lances recently? Is he going to develop a new branch again? Or did someone die?"

"I remember the most recent promotion to Lance was the Hag a few years ago. At that time, it was because she cultivated a British spy for the headquarters, and the Lance in the Nordic countries was killed by those Pure Land Society guys, otherwise it wouldn't have been her turn."

"Hey, don't mention it." The Basilisk was also a little helpless when he mentioned this, "Someone did die, 'Nundu,' who was in charge of Bulgaria and Romania. He wanted to take the Romanian Dragon Reserve's idea, but he was beaten to death and his body was burned to ashes by dragon fire."

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