Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

| | | -\u003e -\u003e The visit of the members of the Order of the Phoenix did not have any impact on Mike's life.

Mike still maintains the previous life pattern, while remotely controlling the operation of the Los Santos Group, while accumulating the power to fight Voldemort.

He didn't even have a security team to protect his home like he said before.

That's simply not necessary.

Because Mike didn't live there at all, and now Mike's permanent residence has changed from Godric's Hollow to Ravenclaw Secret Realm.

As for the safety of the secret realm, Mike is quite confident.

At least he himself tried hundreds of methods, including divination and prophecy, which are considered mysterious methods in the wizarding world, but he still couldn't find the location of the secret realm from other places.

The Ravenclaw Secret Realm is like an isolated island suspended in the main world, and the only entrance is the statue in the Ravenclaw lounge.

As for the inspectors sent by the Ministry of Magic to the Los Santos Group, after so many days, they have been resolved by the elites under Mike.

Of course, the solution mentioned here does not mean killing.

In fact, the supervisors who were sent to the Los Santos Group this time did not have many good things. The reason why they targeted the Los Santos Group so much at the beginning was not only Fudge's order, but also for The Shengdu Group is reaping benefits.

After knowing this, things will be much easier to handle. The high-level executives in the Los Santos Group are all good people. Corrupted.

Each of these supervisors is very greedy, and their appetites are getting bigger and bigger.

The high-level elites have also reported this problem to Mike, but Mike said that these problems are not big.

Mike knows very well that those so-called supervisors may not be able to help you achieve success, but they can ruin your success.

All they eat so far is drizzle compared to the damage they can do to you.

But when Mike was doing his work step by step, he received an invitation letter from the Ministry of Magic, inviting him to participate in the Wizengamot Court's trial of Harry and serve as a jury member.

Mike was actually a little confused when he received this invitation, because he was not a member of the Wizengamot at all, and he was not eligible to participate in this level of trial.

But he also quickly understood what Fudge meant.

Kill the chicken and show it to the monkey!

That's right, Fudge wanted to warn Mike by killing Harry the chicken.

Because in Fudge's eyes, compared to Harry, the so-called "savior" whose fame outweighs his strength, Mike, who has both fame and strength, and who is also the youngest and most successful emerging entrepreneur in the country recently, is obviously more threatening.

After figuring it out, Mike readily agreed.

Soon the day came when Harry announced his trial.

In the early morning of this day, Mike got up early before dawn, put on a well-fitting suit, and set off for the Ministry of Magic.

There, Uncle Mario Foley, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was already waiting for Mike's arrival.

Uncle Mario is also a member of the Wizengamot Council,

Harry will be tried together today.

Mike notified the other party as soon as he received the invitation letter, so the two decided to have breakfast together today and have a good talk by the way.

In the dining room of the Ministry of Magic, Uncle Mario was fiddling with the chickpeas on the plate, with an unpleasant expression on his face.

But when Mike appeared in the restaurant, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved and said hello:

"Mike, here."

"Long time no see, Uncle Foley," Mike came and sat down opposite Uncle Mario, "You still look so energetic."

"Oh, don't make fun of me." Uncle Mario waved his hands helplessly and said, "I'm almost dying of worry recently. Look, my hair is all coming out gray."

Seeing Uncle Mario fiddle with his hair, Mike also smiled.

The friendship between him and the Foley family in the past two years is not unfamiliar. On the contrary, with the rise of the Los Santos Group and the deepening of cooperation between the two families, the relationship between Mike and the Foley family is also very hot. For the old man in front of him, Mike didn't feel any pressure at all.

"Mike, I believe you should also know what I'm worried about recently." Mario continued with a serious face, "Here, I want to hear you answer me personally. Mysterious man, is he really back?"

The voice of Uncle Mario's last words was so low that Mike had to get close to hear it clearly.

After hearing Uncle Mario's question clearly, Mike withdrew the smile on his face, nodded seriously and said:

"That's right, he's back. I'm 100,000 sure of that because I was there at the time."

"hiss!"

Hearing this, Uncle Mario gasped, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

The atmosphere at the dining table instantly became a little dignified, and both of them remained silent.

The return of Voldemort is definitely not good news for the two, especially for the industry that the two families are gradually expanding.

After a long time, Uncle Mario said to Mike:

"Mike, I think it's time for us to think about immigration. Now the country is no longer safe, and that person will soon put the whole country in panic!

Well, what do you think of Coal Country, the big wizards over there are very exotic and like to marry some so-called old pure-blood families. I've heard that many poor pure-blooded boys from the country have gone there and married the daughters of the great nobles there. At the same time, the mainstream view of Coal Country is more tolerant towards Muggles and mixed races. Strictly speaking, if we go to Coal Country, we should be able to..."

"Are you going to run away?"

Mike's sudden words froze Mario's face, and he stopped halfway through his speech.

He just stared at Mike for a long time, and finally sighed:

"Mike, I know that your Los Santos Group has already reached a considerable scale, but sometimes when a matter is doomed to be irreversible, I have to stop the loss in time. As a Muggle-born wizard, you are naturally Standing against Voldemort. And I, even though I am pure blood, can't deal with Voldemort. Voldemort's return, this is a disaster for us."

"I don't think so." Mike took a sip of hot coffee and said with a smile, "This is not a disaster for us. On the contrary, it is an opportunity. A chance for us to go to the next level!"

"You mean..."

"That's right, you really underestimated Dumbledore. That's an old fox. I bet that the final winner of this war will never be Voldemort. Of course, it won't be Dumbledore either."

Uncle Mario immediately understood what Mike meant.

The rapid expansion of the Los Santos Group in the past two years has shown that Mike is a very forward-looking figure. For this reason, Mario still trusts what Mike said.

But the things involved in this matter are too great. For the sake of the family, Uncle Mario must be more cautious and more cautious.

There was another silence, until the magic alarm clock on the dining table rang, and Mario woke up from his contemplation.

"Mike, it's time, let's go." Mario looked at the time on the alarm clock, got up and said, "Come to my house for dinner at noon, we need to have a good talk."

Mike smiled meaningfully, then got up and left the restaurant with Mario.

...

In the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, Mario was introducing the content of the trial to Mike while the elevator was descending.

"We are going to the tenth courtroom this time. This is a rather old courtroom. The last time it was used was when Voldemort just fell. At that time, old Batty was still the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. , he tried a lot of Death Eaters there. To be honest, I don't understand what Fudge means. Because according to what you said, Harry Potter just made some small mistakes that everyone makes. But Fudge not only put the place of trial in this kind of courtroom that is usually only used by criminals, but even called all the members of the Wizengamot, which is really..."

Just as Uncle Mario was complaining endlessly, a cold female voice suddenly sounded.

"Department of Mysteries."

Then, the door of the elevator opened with a clatter.

Uncle Mario closed his mouth immediately, put on a serious expression and said:

"Okay, let's go, there is still some distance from our destination."

As he spoke, he led Mike out of the elevator and onto a dark and deep corridor.

The two sides of this corridor are completely made of rough stones, and there are torches inserted in the brackets on the wall, but for some reason, Mike always feels that the light of these torches is suppressed by something , causing the brightness in the corridor to be very low.

The two walked forward for a while, and some heavy wooden doors gradually appeared on the walls on both sides of the corridor, with iron bolts (shun) and keyholes embedded in them.

"Don't touch those doors." Mario warned, "Those doors are inside the courtroom, and there are many curses attached to them to prevent theft."

Mike nodded. Through his magic perception, he had already noticed that there were a lot of evil thoughts gathered on these gates.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a half-open wooden door.

"We are here, the tenth courtroom." Mario looked at Mike with concern. In his eyes, Mike was still a junior. He was afraid that Mike would feel nervous when facing this kind of scene for the first time. "Are you ready? Mike .”

"certainly."

"That's good."

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Mike's behavior, Mario nodded, then pushed open the door and walked in.

The walls around the tenth courtroom are made of black stones. Due to the small number of torches, the light in the room is not much different from that in the corridor.

The courtroom is surrounded by rows of densely packed benches, which are arranged in steps. From all the seats, you can clearly see the chained chair in the center, which is the prisoner's seat.

There were already many people in the courtroom at this moment, and the arrival of Mike and Mario attracted everyone's attention, and all the wizards cast curious glances at them.

"Is he supposed to be Harry Potter?"

An old witch wearing a black veil turned her head and asked her best friend.

"It should be. The Wizengamot Council doesn't have such a young member at all." The best friend next to him replied, "But he looks different from the one in the newspaper."

"Yeah, he's much handsomer and stronger in real life than he looks in the photos."

...

Mike and Mario didn't hear the whispers of the two old witches. In fact, they had just arrived in the courtroom when a familiar figure greeted them.

"Oh! Mario! My old friends, you are finally here!"

With his signature smile on his face, Fudge spoke cheerfully.

But when facing Fuji Mario, he didn't even think about taking care of him, and just snorted lightly as a greeting.

The hot face was stuck to the cold butt, and the smile on Fudge's face froze for a moment, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he turned his head to look at Mike, and said:

"Mike, good morning, did you enjoy your summer vacation? I heard that your Los Santos Group has developed well recently. This is really amazing!"

There was a taste of gloating in Fudge's tone, Mike's brows furrowed in an instant, and he hummed softly just like Mario.

"Originally, you were not qualified to participate in today's trial. Do you know why I invited you here?"

Mike didn't answer, just stared at Fudge coldly.

"You understand, you must understand, right." The smile on Fudge's face became brighter, "Harry Potter, this is a big man! The legendary savior, the child who once defeated the mysterious man, Dumbledore Lido's favorite student. That's a well-known figure, your generation... oh, I mean the wizarding kids your age who pretty much grew up hearing Harry Potter stories.

But everyone is equal before the law. Even a character like Harry Potter, as long as he dares to break the law, as long as he dares to despise the Ministry of Magic, we will give him the punishment he deserves! "

Fudge's words were sonorous and powerful, and many people around heard them.

These people are members of the Wizengamot, and many of them applauded upon hearing the words, but a few of them were quite disdainful of Fudge's speech, and some even sneered directly.

As if he didn't notice those congressmen who were dissatisfied with him at all, Fudge turned his head and smiled and bowed to the applauding congressmen.

And at this moment, a vigorous figure suddenly rushed to Fudge's side, and whispered something in Fudge's ear.

Only then did Fudge stop thanking him, turned his head to look at Mike again, and said with a smile:

"It's time, Mike. This trial is about to start, please enjoy today's performance, it's a very good show!"

After finishing speaking, Fudge flicked his sleeves and walked towards the big table at the top,

"Weasley, show them to their seats."