Harry Potter: BE a GOD

London.

The Strategic Bureau.

Hundreds of special forces troops, fully armed, formed a square formation standing below the stage.

Moments later, a vortex appeared on the stage, and a round-faced woman with tea-colored short hair stepped out.

All special forces immediately held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Selica Wood, the highest executive officer of the Strategic Bureau, the forefront in the fight against gods, appeared soft and cute but was known for her decisive and fierce actions. She was rumored to be a terrifying witch who could scare a dragon with just her gaze.

Now, Selica, dressed in a dark green military uniform, glanced over the crowd below and began, "Ladies and gentlemen, you are the most elite troops of the Strategic Bureau."

"You have fought against countless monsters, demons, and even gods."

"You've traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, surviving to this day. Each of you possesses great strength and will, which is why I've chosen you for this arduous task!"

"We are in a war that concerns the survival of humanity, a war that will decide if we live as an independent species or as slaves. To win, we must unite all our forces."

"Sadly, we are not united. Countless individuals are willing to be minions of the gods, and some seek to exploit us at this critical moment, pulling us back."

"We cannot allow this to happen. Therefore, before our final battle with the gods, we must clear these obstacles, eliminate the scum of humanity."

"This is the cause of the battle we are about to undertake. On the frontline, we have already suppressed their forces, but next, we have two tasks to complete."

"The first to the tenth squad, step forward!"

Instantly, ten teams stepped out of the formation.

Selica looked at these thirty-odd members, waved her hand, and countless black feathers fell into their hands, "You form the special operations group, carrying out the first mission. Lucas will inform you of the details. Now, depart!"

With her words, the black feathers in everyone's hands flickered with countless sparks, and in a snap, the thirty-plus members vanished.

Meanwhile, in Washington, D.C., USA, people reappeared, and a cold female voice spoke, "I am Lucas. The special operations group is now under my command. Your mission is to find the hiding place of the President of the USA, secure the nuclear football, and completely neutralize the nuclear threat."

After dispatching the special operations team, Selica waved her hand again, and hundreds more feathers fell into the hands of the remaining troops.

"The rest of you, carry out the second mission. Seize the USA's Magical Congress, establish a transnational Portkey, and deploy our troops to the battlefield."

"Now, depart!"

...

New York.

The Woolworth Building.

The Magical Congress of the USA was in chaos.

"The Soviet Union and Britain have declared war on the USA! They're attacking Muggles!" a wizard wrapped in a scarf shouted, "Did you see those planes! Missiles! World War is starting again!"

"This isn't just any world war, sir!" another wizard, dressed sharply in a suit and monocle, interjected, "This is an invasion of the Muggle world by wizards! Don't tell me you think this is just a Muggle conflict! Those beams, can't you tell they're magical?!"

"That's Murphy's troops!" someone yelled, "That so-called Strategic Bureau has used those celestial killing curse beams many times before!"

"How do they send wizards into the sky to release such powerful killing curses?" someone wondered.

"Enough! Silence!" suddenly, a wizard with a letter burst into the meeting room, holding up the letter, "A plea for help from the President of the USA, requesting our immediate assistance to protect him and other US officials."

"The President?! A Muggle, why should he command us?!" a wizard scoffed.

"We've never had contact with the Muggle government; how would the President know about us?" someone questioned.

"A month ago, the President personally came to the Woolworth Building," the chairman of the Magical Congress explained, "He had a type of magical energy on him; he's no longer a Muggle."

"A follower of the gods?" someone hesitantly asked.

"It seems so."

The wizards were not ignorant of the outside world; the existence of gods had been revealed in many places. Other than Murphy's dark magic, only gods could grant Muggles magical powers.

"Gods... Are we really going to assist these 'gods'?" a dark-skinned wizard looked around discontentedly, "How many of us here are believers?"

"But we can't just watch Muggles get slaughtered by Murphy, can we?" a short, plump witch argued, "They have no defense against those attacks."

Then, a young wizard stood up, "And what makes you think you can help?"

"What?" the short, plump witch glared at him, "We have hundreds of wizards here! If we unite, we can..."

"Ha, that again..." the young wizard interrupted disdainfully, "Your folly lies in thinking you're like Murphy, believing just because you're a wizard, you can achieve what he does."

"Little do you realize, the gap between individuals can sometimes be wider than that between humans and apes."

"In the eyes of Lord Murphy, you are but frogs in a well."

"James wouldn't say such a thing! Who are you?!"

The young wizard smiled, waved his wand over himself to dispel the Polyjuice Potion's effects, revealing his true appearance.

Beneath light golden short hair, grey eyes proudly surveyed everyone, "I am Draco Malfoy, a messenger of Lord Murphy. I am here to inquire about your decision. Will the Magical Congress of the USA submit to Lord Murphy and unite against the gods, or stand against him and become accomplices of the gods?"

With that, he waved his hand, and a countdown made of smoke appeared before everyone.

"You have ten seconds to decide. Oh, now it's nine."

"Are you joking?" Watching the countdown quickly diminish, the wizards felt Murphy's disdain.

How could they make such a significant decision in just a few seconds?

Suddenly, a wizard pointed to something outside the window below, "What's that!"

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers, accompanied by sparks of lightning, appeared on the street below. The wizard with sharp eyes even noticed the raven insignia on their black gear.

"The Strategic Bureau..." the wizard shouted, "They're preparing to attack the Congress..."

The chairman also spotted the troops, promptly drawing his wand, "Defense! Prepare for defense!"

"What a pity, your decision-making skills are truly lacking." Draco watched the countdown hit zero and snapped his fingers. A black raven appeared from nowhere, landing on his shoulder, ignoring the Magical Congress's anti-illusion and transfiguration spells, instantly transporting him away.

Outside the door, ten mortars were quickly set up. Selica glanced at her watch and commanded, "Armor-piercing rounds! Fire!"

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