There are also tracking glasses.

This is an ancient gentleman's monocle. One end has a worn and blurred lens, and the other end has an agate gemstone clip worn by a thin gold chain.

This kind of lens was very popular among gentlemen in the Victorian era, so popular that even people without visual impairment would wear a pair of plain glasses as accessories.

But as an accessory, it is unqualified because the user experience is very poor. The lens needs to be embedded in the eye socket, and the other end is clamped to the chest to prevent the lens from falling off. Not to mention it is uncomfortable, and people with shallow eye sockets cannot use it.

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

It's just that this usage generally cannot be used to look at people, because its weird movements will be considered rude (some people will do it deliberately to show contempt).

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

Theoretically speaking, he can track anyone or anything, and can ignore space, time and any hiding methods.

But in fact, its effect is not that BT. After testing, the farther away it is, the more blurry the clues it can track.

But for 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 precisely because of this monocular eye that people from the International Federation of Magic can continuously obtain Harry's location information. Otherwise, with the powerful ability of the Death Cloak, it would be simply wishful thinking for others to find him.

And used in conjunction with the tracking eyes, there is a mysterious object called the Pokyong Pool.

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

Its ability is very simple, that is, after obtaining enough information, it can break open the space and form a one-way portal that can last for 30 minutes.

The most important thing is that 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 Magical Federation can directly enter the secret realm of Freemasonry relies entirely on the special abilities of the tracking glasses and the void pool.

In addition to the above mysterious objects, the International Federation of Magic has also taken in a large number of harmful mysterious objects, such as the Back Killer (a hairy black child with a monkey-like appearance. When dealing with him, you must face him head-on. If you see his back

will die violently.), Box of Fear (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.), Gold of the Evil God (

A high-purity gold nugget that will continue to multiply. Any human who comes into contact with its body or its multiplied body will be transformed into a fish-man within a month,)...

It is reported that these dangerous and harmful mysterious objects are sealed under the Holy Mountain, suppressed by the Holy Mountain whose weight is incalculable.

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

He didn't care much about other things, not even the information about the Holy Mountain. The only thing that made him unhappy was the tracking glasses and the Po Kong Pond.

The ability of this combination is really terrifying! This means that as long as the International Magic Federation wants to, they can send troops into the secret territory of the Freemasons at any time, or they can send them to Mike or other Freemasons. This

It is a huge threat to Freemasonry.

Benjamin also saw what Mike was thinking. He smiled and said:

"The use of the void-breaking pool has very large restrictions. To activate it, you need quite detailed information. However, with the fuzzy information obtained by the tracking glasses, it cannot break through the space of the secret realm of Freemasonry at all. And they

The reason why we were able to do it last time was entirely because we collected too much information about Harry, so we could use Harry as the coordinate point to transmit it."

Hearing this, Mike rolled his eyes at Benjamin. He had already realized that Benjamin was deliberately trying to make himself look bad.

However, Mike did not react more violently. He has always kept in mind the oath when the Freemasons were established - to help each other in the same boat!

He and every member of the Freemasonry are equal and have a relationship of friends.

It is normal for friends to joke around.

Mike frowned and said:

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

"Don't worry, Arthur has already gone to look 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 injured? Why did he go out to look for Harry again?"

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

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. For example, I once finished five 12-inch potato wedges and bacon pizzas by myself when I was extremely angry. As a demon hunter, Arthur has a body like ours.

Fetuses are naturally incomparable."

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

Mike could understand Arthur's desire to catch Harry as soon as possible to avenge his chest piercing, but he really didn't think much of Arthur.

The Death Cloak is so powerful that even his legendary level of mental power cannot be penetrated.

Although according to Victor's description, Arthur should be able to vaguely "smell Harry's scent" by relying on some kind of hunter's intuition that sometimes doesn't work, but the facts prove 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.

After taking a long breath, Mike prepared to return to the Ministry of Magic.

With Benjamin and others here, there is basically no need to worry. It is time for him to go back and handle government affairs.

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

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

"Um?!"

Mike's eyebrows suddenly rose. He had already expected that the International Magic Federation would come to him, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so anxious.

But soon the corners of his mouth turned up again.

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

Of course, doing so will inevitably arouse the other party's resentment, and even directly lead to the rebellion between the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China and the International Federation of Magic.

But Mike didn't care about any of this.

Anyway, Mike had no intention of living in peace with the other party from the beginning. In this case, what's the point of this false peace? It's better to get more benefits!

Thinking so, Mike smiled and said:

"Okay, where are the others?"

"The other party said that they want to use a communication spell for remote communication. The address is 192.168.0.1."

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

Mike gave a grim smile, waved his hand and led everyone to the comprehensive command room.

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

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

"Good day, the Honorable Mike Townley."

"Hello to you, Your Excellency, President."

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man fell silent. He was recalling whether he had introduced himself to Mike the last time he met, because Mike had obviously forgotten his name.

If you haven't introduced yourself, it would be a faux pas on your part.

If so, then I have to reconsider my attitude towards Mike and even the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China, because this means that the other party does not take me seriously at all!

He personally prefers the latter, after all, in his impression, Mike is that proud, arrogant and annoying person.

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

"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Mr. Mike Townley. My name is Mortore Ouranos, and I am the current president of the International Federation of Magic."

"Oh, then Mr. Ouranos, what's the reason for your sudden contact with 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, making him look very angry.

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

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

Mike pretended to be stupid and said: "Yes, are you going to provide me with any clues?"

"In fact, they are operatives sent by our International Federation of Magic, and their mission here is to capture a fugitive." Motore said expressionlessly, "Intelligence shows that the fugitive entered a

In the secret realm, it was not stated that it was the secret realm you owned, so my subordinates entered rashly without notifying you."

"It turns out it's you!" Mike said, pretending to be angry, "I was just looking for you! Your subordinates 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 think?"

Mike crossed his legs and said disdainfully, while after hearing this, Motore lowered his head and said somewhat 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 Magical Federation 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 reading this, Motore sighed, picked up a piece of parchment from the table in front of him and read:

"In view of the losses caused to you by our erroneous personnel assignments, the International Magic Federation is willing to compensate you for 200,000 gold galleons, 1,000 snakehead plants, 120 kilograms of dragon blood, and three tons of mithril..."

"Okay, stop talking." Mike interrupted without mercy, "You should know very well that for me, who controls the entire Ministry of Magic and the Los Santos Group, these ordinary supplies have little value at all.

.If you want to take back the bodies of the old triplets, then show some sincerity."

"Then what do you want? Mr. Mike Townley!"
To be continued...