Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

And tracking glasses.

It's an old gentleman's monocle, with a worn, obscured lens on one end and an onyx gemstone clip on a thin gold chain on the other.

These lenses were so popular among Victorian gentlemen that even people without visual impairments would wear a pair of flat glasses as accessories.

But as a jewelry, it is not qualified, because its use experience is very poor, the lens needs to be embedded in the eye socket, and the other end is clamped on the chest to prevent the lens from falling. Not to mention the discomfort, people with shallow eyes can't use it.

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

It's just that this usage is generally not used to look at people, because because of its weird behavior, it will be considered a rude behavior (some people will do it deliberately to express contempt).

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

In theory, he can track any person or thing, and can ignore space, time and any hidden means.

But in fact, its effect is not so bt. After testing, the more distant things it can track, the blurrier the clues.

But for wizards, just a few blurry images and approximate locations are enough.

After all, they have the Apparition Shifting Spell. As long as the target is not in a place where the space is blocked, they can rely on this information to lock the coordinates and teleport directly.

It is the people of the International Magic Federation who rely on this single eye to continuously obtain Harry's location information. Otherwise, with the powerful ability of the Cloak of Death, it would be wishful thinking for others to find him.

And there is also a mysterious object called the Void Pond that is used in conjunction with the Eyes of Tracing.

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

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

Most importantly, the portal it builds can directly ignore any known means of blocking space, including anti-apparition and anti-apparition.

The reason why the wizards of the International Magic Federation were able to directly enter the secret realm of the Freemasonry completely relied on the special abilities of the Tracing Glasses and the Hollow Pond.

In addition to the above mysterious objects, the International Magic Federation also houses a large number of harmful mysterious objects, such as the Back Killer (a hairy black child who looks like a monkey. When you get along with him, you must face him directly, if you see his back will die violently.), 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 high-purity gold nugget that will continue to multiply, any human who touches its body or its proliferative body will be transformed into a murloc within a month,)...

It is reported that these dangerous and harmful mysteries are sealed under the holy mountain, suppressed by the holy mountain whose weight is impossible to estimate.

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

He didn't care much about other things, and he didn't even care much about the information about the holy mountain. The only things that made him unhappy were the tracing glasses and the Po Kong Pond.

The ability of this combination is really terrifying! This means that as long as the International Magic Federation thinks,

They can throw troops into the secret territory of Freemasonry at any time, or put them on the side of Mike or other Freemason members, which is a huge threat to Freemasonry.

Benjamin also saw what Mike was thinking, he smiled and said:

"The use of the Void Pond is very limited. To activate it, you need quite detailed information, but with the vague information obtained by the tracing glasses, it simply cannot break through the space of the Freemason's secret realm. And they The reason why I was able to do it last time was entirely because I collected too much information about Harry, so that we could use Harry as a coordinate point and send it here."

Hearing this, Macbeth glanced at Benjamin, and he had realized that this was Benjamin's intentional selling out and wanting to look ugly.

However, Mike did not react more violently. He has always remembered the oath when the Freemasonry was established-to help each other!

He and every member of the Freemason are equals, a relationship of 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 people from the International Magic Federation will likely send someone directly over again."

"Don't worry, Arthur has already searched 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, while Franklin shrugged his shoulders and said:

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. For example, when I was extremely angry, I killed 5 12-inch potato wedges and bacon pizzas by myself. Arthur, as a witcher, is similar to our physical mortals. Tires are naturally incomparable.”

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

Mike can understand the idea that Arthur wants to catch Harry as soon as possible to get revenge on his chest, but he really doesn't like Arthur.

The Death God's Cloak is too strong, even his legendary spiritual power can't penetrate it.

Although according to Victor's description, Arthur should be able to vaguely 'smell Harry' by relying on some insane hunter's intuition, it turns out that the reliability of this ability is questionable, after all, if this ability Really useful, Harry wouldn't be able to run from the teleportation hall to Viktor's laboratory.

With a long breath, Mike prepares 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 when he was about to activate the door key, Penello suddenly broke into the room.

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

"Um?!"

Mike's eyebrows suddenly rose. He had expected that the International Magic Federation would find 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 the handle in his hands, which means that he can blackmail them well.

Of course, doing so will inevitably cause the other party's disgust, and even directly lead to the opposite of the Ministry of Magic and the International Magic Federation.

But all of that Mike doesn't care.

Anyway, Mike didn't plan to live peacefully with the other party from the beginning, so what's the point of this false peace? Might as well get some benefits!

Thinking of this, Mike smiled and said:

"Okay, what about others?"

"The other party said to use the Unicom Mantra for remote communication, and the address is 19216801."

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

Mike grinned, waved his hand and led the crowd to the comprehensive command room.

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

After Mike arrived and entered the address, a familiar white-bearded old man's face appeared on the opposite big screen.

"Good day, Lord Mike Townley."

"How are you, Your Excellency President."

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

If you didn't introduce yourself, you'd be disrespectful.

If there is, then you will have to reconsider your attitude towards Mike and even the Ministry of Magic, because this means that the other party doesn't take him seriously at all!

He personally is more inclined to the latter, after all, Mike is the kind of arrogant and disgusting look in his impression.

However, after reminiscing for a long time, he did not remember that he had introduced himself. In the end, he could only force a smile and said:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Your Excellency Mike Townley. My name is Mottore Uranos, and I am the current president of the International Magic Federation."

"Oh, then Lord Uranos, 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 Mottore twitch a few times, looking very angry.

Fortunately, Mottore finally suppressed his anger, raised his head slightly, and said in an indifferent tone:

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

Mike pretended to be stupid: "Yes, are you going to give me any clues?"

"In fact, they are the operatives sent by our International Magic Federation, and their mission is to arrest a fugitive." Mottore said blankly, "There is information that the fugitive entered a In the secret realm, it is not stated that it is the secret realm you own, so my subordinates will rashly enter without notifying you."

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

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

"What do you say?"

Mike raised Erlang's legs and said disdainfully, but Mottore lowered his head when he heard this, and said a little sadly:

"Is that so. Then I ask you to return their bodies, if they still have them. 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, just instructed the staff on the side to play the video of the mushroom cloud rising over Victor's laboratory at that time.

After watching Mottore sighed, he 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 wrong personnel assignment, the International Magic Federation is willing to compensate you for 200,000 gold Galleons, 1,000 snakeskin grass, 120 kilograms of dragon blood, and three tons of mithril..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Mike interrupted mercilessly, "You should know very well that for me, who controls the entire Ministry of Magic and the Los Santos Group, these ordinary materials have little value at all. .If you want to get back the body of the triplets, show some sincerity."

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

Mottore'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 gnashing tone.

"I want to be mysterious..."

"It's impossible!" Mottore interrupted. "Everything else is negotiable, except this one!"

"That's really a pity. It turns out that the International Magic Federation only treats the heroes who have made great contributions to themselves like this? It seems that your company is just talking about it, I thought... tsk tsk tsk."

Listening to Mike's deliberately eloquent tone, and looking at the other party's ill-fated appearance, Mottore clenched his fists involuntarily.

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

Unfortunately, the two sides are separated by a screen.

Silently weighing the importance between the mysterious object and the triplets, Mottore finally released his clenched fists.

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

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

"Wouldn't it be better sooner!"

Mike jumped out of the chair at once, with a fox-like smile on his face.

...

After half an hour, the long bargaining finally ended, and Mike and Mottore finally reached a consensus on returning the body of the triplets and compensation.

Although the negotiation process was not very pleasant, the two sides had reached their goals for the time being, so after the end, both of them had faint smiles on their faces.

"Hehehe, Your Excellency Mike Townley, your compensation for me is already on the way to the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China. I hope they will also see the remains of the three elders by then."

"It's a matter of course. I can tell you responsibly that the bodies of the triplets are very well preserved and you will never be disappointed."

Mottore directly ignored Mike's somewhat rude remarks and began to lead the topic elsewhere.

Avoiding embarrassing conversations is a must as a nobleman, and Mottore is reluctant to let go of this virtue even in the face of a reckless man like Mike.

After chatting for a while, just when Mottore's smiling face was about to freeze, the transaction between the two sides was finally completed.

"Okay, Your Excellency Mike Townley, we have confirmed that we have received what we want, so we will leave."

After speaking, Mottore let out a long breath and couldn't wait to turn off the communication signal.

Chatting with Mike is really painful, especially when Mike is deliberately yin and yang, even the well-trained Mottore has a tendency to lose control.