Harry Potter and MI6

[Your target is in a suburban villa in Bratislava.]

His pale knuckles tapped on the typewriter, and the owner of the fingers stared at this piece of Muggle technology with sinister eyes like a snake.

He is the Dark Lord Voldemort who advocates "pure blood glory".

Just like his claims, he discriminates against Muggles and mixed-races, and this is true.

In fact, he even goes one step further and discriminates against all existences except himself.

He believes that there are only two kinds of people in the world, the strong and the weak who cannot distinguish the facts.

And he, the strong one who is superior to other lives, will also surpass death and everything else.

In order to achieve this goal, pure-blood wizards, mixed-blood wizards, giants, werewolves, Muggles, or anything else, as long as it is useful to you, just use it. After all, you are the master of the world.

With this thought in mind, he encountered something while traveling around the world.

At that time, he was targeted by a Muggle intelligence agency because he killed a Muggle. If they didn't understand magic, they would have caused him a lot of trouble.

It was then that he realized that these Muggles did not seem to be useless.

In this case, why not let this force contribute to your great cause.

What's more, when he found the boss of those people, he found that he looked quite similar to himself.

Thanks to Legilimency and their excellent secrecy, Voldemort could easily take his place.

But knowing some of the responsibilities that must be shouldered to keep this organization running, he chose to use the Imperius Curse and the Oblivion Curse.

And he himself is hiding, as the leader of the Supreme Leader, occasionally making use of this Muggle intelligence network.

Just like this time...

The vampire wanted to use his identity as a Muggle to avoid detection. He had to admit that he did have some brains, but unfortunately not much.

After confirming Troca's appearance, Voldemort handed the matter over to the intelligence network for investigation.

When he learned that there was a well-known artist who fit the description, Voldemort only took a few glances and understood.

Rodarat Lecter, Troca Toledo, simply turning their names upside down is not a clever disguise.

In front of me who completely messed up and reorganized my name, it was not even considered a pediatrician.

Therefore, Voldemort had already made two arrangements. On the one hand, he sent Death Eaters to directly hunt down Troca in the magical world, and on the other hand, he arranged for personnel to investigate Rodarit in the Muggle world.

So far, his arrangement has paid off.

After passing on the obtained information to Malfoy and the other three, Voldemort felt that everything was now foolproof.

But unexpectedly, he soon received news that made him even more happy.

[Received, Stray has been solved.——leaf]

"Hey~hehe..."

Voldemort couldn't help but laugh out loud, this was the result of opposing him.

"Well...that's no problem."

After Mr. Ye finished sending the message to Voldemort, he stepped back from the helicopter while muttering to himself, and cast a Disillusionment Charm on the slightly invisible aircraft.

"……Why?"

Stray pursed his lips, not understanding the intention of the man in front of him.

Go back a little bit in time.

That blast of shattered bones did hit him, and shattered his wand into pieces.

I originally thought that I was definitely doomed now, but I didn't expect that the one who fell first was Lucius Malfoy on the opposite side.

He seemed to have been knocked unconscious by Mr. Ye who was standing next to him using physical skills. Mr. Ye added another magic spell to Lucius who fell to the ground, knocking him away a little, and then slowly moved towards him.

Come by yourself.

But there was no further action after that. He reached over himself, picked up Barty Jr. who was lying on the ground, put his two teammates unconscious on the helicopter, and played with Muggle technology for a while, until he just

Even though he asked aloud, he didn't care about himself.

"You ask why... do you need an explanation?" Mr. Ye scratched his head, looking troubled.

"If..." Stray wanted to say that if he couldn't say anything, he would pretend that nothing had happened. He was already suspecting that the other party was actually an undercover agent planted by the Order of the Phoenix among the Death Eaters.

If it was true as he suspected, then there would undoubtedly be a great risk of exposure for him to do such a thing. Stray felt very sorry, and there was no need for him to ask the truth.

"The thing is like this, I vaguely feel that the relationship between you and me should not end here. As a fortune teller, I quite trust my intuition."

Before he could refuse, Mr. Ye talked a lot.

"However," the easy-going Mr. Ye changed the topic and continued, "Although I didn't let you die here, theoretically I must let you die here."

Stray felt something was wrong. When the other party's crushing spell hit his wand, he had already fallen into a situation where he was at the mercy of others. After seeing the other party's performance, he still had a glimmer of hope that he could continue to convey the information.

The fantasy of the mission, but now it seems that the other party does not intend to let him go easily.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being a normal person, I mean Muggle, right? Mr. Valentini." Mr. Ye took out his wand and pointed it at Stray.

"Say goodbye to the magical world and forget about it forever!"

"That's good..." Mr. Ye looked at Stray who fell to the ground. He modified Stray's memory, modified him into an intelligence dealer, and changed the experience to an accidental attack at the border.

, the plot of simply escaping from danger, and adding some hints of being far away from places where wizards would haunt.

Most of the experiences are true, which makes them more believable.

We need to modify Lucius's memory later. This is simple. Just change the last part to his own crushing spell and hit Stray. When he was relaxed and careless, he was knocked unconscious by the last spell cast by Stray.

That'll be fine.

With his face-saving character, he would not pursue anything further.

After restarting the helicopter, Mr. Ye flew towards Brasov. The rain had lightened up now, so it didn't matter if he flew carefully.

Not long after, little Barty woke up. He looked at his surroundings and asked, "Where is that person?"

"It's solved. It was hit by the Crushing Curse and nothing was left." Mr. Ye replied calmly.

Little Barty said in a lecturing tone: "You should ask for information."

I don’t know who was the person who used the death curse before... Mr. Ye rolled his eyes and said: "Don’t worry about the information, we have already obtained it, in Brasov."

After thinking that this might not stop little Barty's mouth, Mr. Ye turned his back and lectured: "On the other hand, if you can cast a few defensive spells on yourself before starting the fight, you won't be knocked down so quickly.

Become a hostage.”

Of course he was not used as a hostage, but the situation just now could indeed develop into that.

As long as you say this, the smart little Barty will think about the possibility that it was because he became a hostage that Mr. Ye had to use the crushing spell to make a quick victory.

Sure enough, he was silent, and after a while, he came to his senses again, "What's going on Lucius?"

Lucius had been leaning on his seat with his eyes closed, and his usually well-protected hair was a little scattered, obviously not asleep.

Mr. Ye laughed a few times and stretched out a hand to push Lucius.

He woke up immediately. If little Barty hadn't grabbed him, he might have opened the door and fallen out.

Mr. Ye leisurely said: "Lucius was attacked by a sneak attack at the end and suffered a slight injury. The problem is not big."

After hearing this, little Barty glanced at Lucius and found that he was sitting upright with a serious expression. He already understood what was going on.

At the same time, he also made up his mind that he would never let anything go wrong again or live up to his master's expectations.