Just then, Allen's stomach made a loud rumbling sound.
Allen glanced down at his stomach, cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, and said, "Let's go find something to eat first. Thinking too much makes you hungry."
He stood up, grabbed the new trench coat hanging behind the door, draped it over his shoulders, and prepared to open the door to the subspace and walk out.
At this moment, the system screen suddenly jumped, changing from blue to a blinding red, and began to flash wildly.
Allen stopped in his tracks. "Again?... Is there some trouble at Hogwarts again?"
His gaze swept over the task name section, and he froze on the spot.
[Emergency mission triggered.]
[Mission Name: London's Inescapable Trap]
As Allen stared at the line of text, the entire set of scheming and planning abilities that had just been instilled in his mind activated almost reflexively.
He was wondering if his book had triggered some kind of butterfly effect in the Wizarding World, causing the Death Eaters or the Basilisk villains to cause trouble.
But he dismissed the idea the very next second.
Hogwarts located far away in the Scotland Highlands, Basilisk can only move around inside the castle using the pipe system. Tom Riddle's remnant soul is locked in that diary and cannot even walk on its own.
No matter how you look at it, there's absolutely no way either of these things could appear in London.
"So it's not about Hogwarts..." Allen muttered to himself, his gaze still fixed on the mission title.
"Then London can trigger emergency missions and lay a trap..."
His mind was like a net that was quickly stretched out, filtering through all the possibilities before settling on the only answer.
"... Ministry of Magic?"
Allen pulled up the collar of his trench coat, straightened his body, and began to methodically work his way down.
If the Ministry of Magic really did set up a trap in London, then their target is most likely themselves.
The Ministry of Magic couldn't possibly be unaware of the book's phenomenal success; once the contents of the first book were confirmed, they would certainly have placed themselves among the prime suspects.
The Chamber of Secrets incident occurred almost simultaneously with the publication of the second book, a timeframe sufficient for them to make up their minds to take action.
So what are their methods?
Since they've set up a massive surveillance network, it's definitely not just a matter of sending a few Auror to patrol the area. It's at least continuous surveillance, covering all the routes he might take.
Allen's gaze swept across the mission details on the screen, and sure enough, he discovered a crucial piece of information.
[Mission Description: The International Confederation of Wizards has deployed thirty International Auror to London to conduct comprehensive surveillance of Baker Street and the area surrounding Bloomsbury Publishing. The objective is to capture or locate the host.]
"... International Auror? Thirty people?" Allen rubbed his temples. "Wow, that's quite a lineup."
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
A few months ago, he would probably have started to panic.
But at this moment, Lucius's scheming abilities were operating smoothly in his mind.
He quickly recalled how Lucius Malfoy would have handled similar political situations in the past, and almost subconsciously, a complete analytical framework unfolded in his mind.
First of all, Fudge, the Minister for Magic, must have noticed that his books were selling so well in London.
He had also confirmed the attitude of the Muggle Prime Minister; the Muggle government not only did not suppress the book, but secretly supported its dissemination.
So here's the question: Does the Muggle Prime Minister know that International Auror is opening a branch in London?
After a moment's thought, Allen made a guess: they definitely didn't know.
If Muggle Prime Minister knew that an armed force from more than a dozen countries had infiltrated his capital without prior notice and had set up a surveillance network, his first reaction would definitely not be to pretend not to hear.
Moreover, his attitude has always been inclined to support the book; if he knew someone was going to arrest Allen, he might even tip him off.
Even if they couldn't get in touch with Allen, there must have been some official person secretly hinting to the publisher.
Now the situation is clear.
The International Confederation of Wizards carried out a secret operation without the knowledge of the Muggle government.
The reason they dared to do this was probably because they were used to thinking that the Muggle Prime Minister had no right to interfere with their existence, which was clearly a rather traditional form of wizard arrogance.
Therefore, this operation was a transnational infiltration without prior notification to Muggle authorities.
Allen's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He glanced down at his trench coat, then looked towards the door, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
London, the capital of Great Britain.
Politics and power undercurrents flow in every vein of this city.
Meanwhile, thirty armed men with superhuman abilities, many of whom came from abroad, entered the Great Britain capital without permission and spread out throughout London, forming a surveillance network.
Without the permission of the Great Britain Prime Minister, they entered central London carrying magical weapons and possessing formidable combat abilities.
They can do far more than just arrest people; if they have other ambitions, they could even cause irreparable damage to the entire country's power structure overnight...
In the political logic of the Muggle world, this goes beyond simply being described as "crossing the line."
In addition to the current international situation...
Allen slowly leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his knees, and the strategic knowledge that had just flooded into his mind was automatically weaving into a complete action plan.
He didn't need to confront those thirty Auror head-on.
Those people had undergone intensive combat training and worked together seamlessly. He was alone, and even with fifth-tier magic power and Flitwick's fighting skills, he might not be able to escape unscathed.
He only needs to gently push a piece on the chessboard to make the other player see that something that shouldn't be there has appeared on the board.
" The Muggle Prime Minister doesn't know the International Auror have arrived," Allen muttered to himself, his gaze lingering on the unseen London skyline outside the window.
"What if he finds out?"
What will he do?
Allen could almost picture the scene—a head of state kept in the dark suddenly learning that an international armed force had been operating right under his nose for hours.
Their operations covered Buckingham Palace, Downing Street, the City of London, and all of London's key political and economic centers.
The Prime Minister cannot remain silent.
The International Confederation of Wizards could not have anticipated that the Muggle Chief Council would respond through channels completely beyond their control.
In that case, it won't be Allen who's at a disadvantage, but rather those who thought they had laid an inescapable trap.
"A group of well-trained thugs," he scoffed dismissively, "What use are they, given the political wisdom and strategic planning passed down through generations of families?"
Lucius's seemingly casual move led to the creation of the second Harry Potter book.
Allen also learned this lesson thoroughly.
His current scheme is almost identical to Lucius Malfoy's actions back then.
Use the opponent's force against them, catching them off guard and leaving them no time to react.
This political wisdom of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect is truly ingenious.