Harry Potter: Using science to be IMMORTAL

"We are under attack! We are under attack! The British! They have boarded our ship!"

The 2nd Fleet of the United States, historically, this fleet would have gradually lost its primary function and faded from the historical stage with the disintegration of the Soviet Union. However, with the Soviet Union still strong, the 2nd Fleet remained active.

At this moment, the command center of the 2nd Fleet received an alarm from the USS McCain, a missile destroyer.

This left everyone in the command center somewhat puzzled.

The USS McCain was in the English Channel, surrounded by allies. Although the mission was to deter Britain, everyone knew that Britain was unlikely to react violently. They only planned to let the two destroyers show off their strength and then head back, not like dealing with non-NATO countries, where aircraft carriers would be directly deployed.

For such a minor incident, they couldn't imagine that the British would actually try to take over the ship!

It felt as if they had just taken their fists out of their pockets, and the opponent directly chopped off one of their fingers.

Had the British gone mad?!

However, soon the situation became even weirder. The USS McCain reported that an unidentified motorboat loaded with explosives had launched a suicide bombing attack on the warship, and they were successful, blasting a ten-meter diameter hole in the ship, causing it to take on water and even damaging the power system.

The command center immediately sternly ordered Britain to stop the attack while asking the White House whether to issue combat orders and requested the other destroyer, the USS Ramsey, to take action to rescue the USS McCain.

After receiving the notification, the British started to play dumb, claiming to know nothing about the attack. They also said they confirmed the USS McCain was attacked by unidentified terrorists and asked if a rescue was needed.

Soon, the USS Ramsey also reported back, claiming they were attacked by electronic warfare, equipment malfunctioned, and then they collided with a small cargo ship, sinking it and severely damaging their own bow.

The British seemed to think this was a retaliatory action by the USS Ramsey. They dispatched three destroyers to "escort the channel."

Then the next moment, the USS McCain sent another alarm, "The British's fire control systems have locked on us! Repeat, we have been targeted."

Followed by a "Boom!"

"Torpedoes, they've launched torpedoes! Our ship is going to sink!"

But the next moment, "Boom!" The British destroyer was also hit by a torpedo.

"Request to open fire! Request to open fire!" The USS Ramsey urgently requested combat, but before the White House's orders came down, a torpedo attack came their way. Fortunately, the USS Ramsey quickly deployed a rocket-propelled depth charge, destroying the torpedo in mid-course.

The USS McCain's power was destroyed, and the hull was sinking, while the USS Ramsey was also nearly hit. The White House finally couldn't hesitate any longer and issued orders that the two ships could use any means necessary to save themselves.

Thus, the USS Ramsey directly launched two sets of Harpoon anti-ship missiles, officially starting the battle.

The USS McCain also fired all its anti-ship missiles. Almost simultaneously, the opponent's missiles were launched.

The missiles from both sides arrived almost instantaneously, as they were within visual range of each other.

Just as they were about to be hit by the opponent's anti-ship missiles, the 2nd Fleet command center received the last message from the USS McCain, "This is a conspiracy! We have found the source of interference! Long live America!"

Subsequently, four Tomahawk cruise missiles launched from the vertical launch system of the gradually sinking ship, shooting into the sky. At the same time, the USS McCain was hit by a missile from a British destroyer, splitting the ship in two and turning it into a giant fireball in a violent explosion, completely sinking.

But, the four launched Tomahawk missiles scattered like arrows, flying in different directions.

One directly targeted a British destroyer, which was successfully distracted by chaff and exploded far from the ship, nearly hitting a cargo ship.

Another was destroyed in the air by an anti-ballistic missile from a destroyer.

But the other two, one flew towards mainland Britain, and the other astonishingly towards France.

Soon, the paths of the two missiles were analyzed.

Seeing the results, the British Ministry of Defense turned green. The missile heading for France was aimed at a blank area on the map, seemingly uninhabited, not a concern, but the cruise missile heading for British soil was aimed at London!

Damn it! Had the Americans gone mad?!

The 2nd Fleet was equally frantic. Had the USS McCain gone mad?!

Retaliating against the opponent's ships was understandable, but directly targeting the capital with a missile, what kind of operation was that?!

However, the USS McCain had already sunk in the English Channel, blown up and sunk. Whether any survivors remained on board was uncertain, and it was now impossible to ask why they did it.

If that missile were to land in the center of London...

In the White House, the President of the United States was scared almost to a heart attack. Could it be that after more than forty years of the Cold War, a real war would not erupt from the Soviet Union but between the US and the UK?

What kind of hellish joke was this?

And naturally, Downing Street was even more terrified.

The Prime Minister, holding the nuclear football, was advised to hide underground, while the shrill air raid sirens sounded over London for the first time since World War II, once again facing the threat of war.

"Where's the Minister of Defense! Take it down! At all costs! Take it down!" the Prime Minister yelled frantically.

If that bomb landed anywhere in London, even killing a single person, given his ambiguous stance towards the US earlier, he would be driven out of office.

"How confident are we that we can intercept that missile?" the Prime Minister finally asked the expert beside him.

"The launch position is too close to us," the expert said, "It's only 62 miles from Portsmouth, and the Tomahawk's speed is 0.7 Mach. It will take only seven minutes to get here. However, we still have a very high chance of shooting it down. The Tomahawk's speed is not fast, and it has been in our radar..."

At that moment, an advisor put down the phone and told the Prime Minister, "The Ministry of Defense just said they lost the missile's location..."

"What?!" the Prime Minister was stunned.

"The Tomahawk missile disappeared from the radar..."

...

In midair, Murphy watched the Tomahawk missile below, which he had enhanced with an improved Illusion Charm, making it undetectable by radar. He also slightly altered its trajectory, making it curve slightly to avoid interception by the Ministry of Defense based on its ballistic path.

The target Murphy had set for it was the Palace of Westminster—also known as the British Parliament.

Although by the time the missile arrived, there might not be many people there, merely destroying that building would be enough to deter others.

In fact, the missile aimed at London was incidental; he hadn't intended to kill anyone with it. After the naval battle, his objective had been achieved.

The person he wanted to kill was at the landing site of the other missile.

...

France, Loire Valley, Orleans Castle.

This castle

 manor, nonexistent on maps, was filled with wizards in its hall at this moment.

A short, fat American wizard stood proudly on the stage.

Just now, he had successfully led the federation to pass the resolution to remove Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore's diehard supporters were very dissatisfied, the deed was done, and they couldn't overturn it.

Next was to guide them to elect him as the new president, which wasn't difficult. Most of those present were nobles from various countries who wanted to profit from the war against Murphy. They didn't care about the protection of the secrecy laws, but each wanted to stir the waters.

Only by muddying the waters of the wizarding world could they fish in troubled waters and rise like Murphy to become a wizarding oligarch.

In the end, aside from lunatics like Dumbledore, who doesn't love money? Who doesn't want power?

Whether Murphy violated the law or not wasn't important, but whether they could use this as a pretext to kill him and seize his estate was very important.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Murphy Darkholme has violated the Secrecy Laws, murdered investigators, and disregarded the federation, posing a severe threat to the normal order of the wizarding world. Such actions cannot be tolerated by the Wizarding Federation! Although he controls the British Ministry of Magic, as long as we unite and concentrate our forces, we can definitely..."

"What is that?" suddenly, a wizard said, looking out the window.

A bright light, like a meteor, streaked across the sky.

"It looks like... it's coming towards us..."

Before he could finish, a cylindrical object crashed through the window and into the hall.

The next moment, a bright light illuminated everyone's eyes.

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