Wizard with a Mutation : Chapter 27 : Classic American Sabotage...

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US Consulate, Magical Britain [1st November, 1980]

–Scott Winters–

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" he leaned forward on the table, his magic unconsciously leaking out of his body, exerting pressure on the room.

The man looked as nonchalant as ever as he just shrugged into his seat, "Exactly what you heard. We were not trying to kill Voldemort, we were here to help him."

"ARE. YOU. INSANE?" He grit out each and every one of those words as more and more of his magic began leaking out, now exerting force on the entire floor.

The man looked pale but even then, his facial expression didn't change, as he reached into a drawer and took out a file, with his finger bloody. His eyes narrowed as he realised that a blood lock had been opened for that file, something that was exceedingly rare since MACUSA had all but outlawed blood authentication systems, except for Goblin Bankers and for matters of national security. The file was then tossed in his direction, with the man gesturing at the file.

"Go on."

Slowly, the magical aura leaking out of him receded as he tried to think things through. His hand reached for the file but he didn't open it. Why would anyone in MACUSA want Voldemort to win? For Magical Britain to collapse?

Sure, MACUSA had their disagreements with Magical Britain but that didn't mean that anyone in the world would want the body that enforced the Statue of Secrecy in Britain to collapse. That would spell the end for wizards everywhere on the planet. That was just….

"You said you wanted him to survive? Explain." He ordered the man, using his authority as the member of the President's guard. Something told him that if he didn't start ordering the man around, he would only end up in circles, with no tangible answers.

The man sighed and collapsed into the chair even more. "If you were not the one who killed Voldemort then this becomes even more complex but that is not my problem anymore. So, here goes, Agent Winters, member of the President's guard."

"This is a classified site. Our task is to provide covert support and resources, if needed, to the individual known as Voldemort, to further his cause and further weaken Magical Britain, within reason."

He was just about to explode when the man raised a finger, "Wait! Before you go ahead and blast me out of existence, let me tell you that there is a very good reason why we did what we did."

He did not look impressed at the man's attempt to weasel out of this. If what he was hearing was true, and if it was not sanctioned by the President, then heads were going to roll. Rothschild being involved probably meant that this had a shroud of secrecy that probably extended to all the higher ups except the President.

The man leaned down even further, and took out a file, blood stained as well.

"Those are the calculations made by our analysts, about the chances of MACUSA having a compliant new Archmage to replace Charles within the next decade, made about 15 years back."

He opened the file and after a dozen pages of complex calculations, involving Divining some stuff, it showed 0%. A big red 0%.

"That was the reason this operation was created. We needed to be sure that MACUSA did not lose out to any country and that every other country could be countered with our other resources, but Magical Britain was different. We needed an edge over DUmbledore and without a viable Archmage, the only way to do so was to distract him, to make sure that he was so tied up in something that he had no other option than to stay in a single place."

His eyebrows rose into his hairline as he heard more and more about this obvious nutjob government operation that was actually designed to weaken Magical Britain from the inside, to make sure that Dumbledore didn't turn his sights to MACUSA or the ICW.

"You do realise that Voldemort is a one of a kind insane wizard. He would have turned his sights on the rest of the world once he was done with Magical Britani anyway, right?" He couldn't help but ask, suddenly feeling very exhausted as he was, once again, reminded of the darkness that is inherent in every single government on the planet. He knew that the higher ups, as well as Charles, were very worried about the absence of an Archmage in the country because for all the bluffing that MACUSA did about Charles, it was the undeniable truth that the man was wheelchair bound most of the time and the times he can get out of the chair was only by using magic as a crutch.

Charles was not the person they were going to use to project strength across the globe. They needed someone strong to do so but since they didn't have any, they chose to destabilise their rivals, a classic American strategy.

"Of Course, we knew that. What, do you think we are idiots? No, the plan was always to make sure that their society teetered on the edge of collapse but never actually collapsed. We wanted Voldemort to stay alive for longer and in the best scenario, to kill Dumbledore and die with him, solving all of our problems." Robert said and that was the stupidest fucking thing he had heard in a while.

"Are you high? You condemned hundreds of wizards, probably many more No-Maj to death or fates even worse than that, on a bet? A bet that Voldemort would be far busy dealing with Dumbledore and they would just kill each other? Do you even hear yourself?" He shouted, his magic cracking the lights in the room, darkening the room.

All of this and the man didn't even flinch. He just sighed, as if he had aged a decade in an hour, "What use is yelling at me, man? I was just following orders. It was Rothschild who started this program. He's the one you need to speak about this. Anyway, I am retiring after this anyway, I am done with the government for now." The man said and just stormed out of the office, after lighting the files that were on the table, on fire. "Won't be needing them now, will we?"

As soon as the door closed, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. This was never covered in the books, something like this never happened, as far as the books went.

But what if the books didn't have the full picture? What if this was how Magical Britain remained in turmoil for decades, never having a long period of peace because the strongest magical power on the planet was sabotaging the second strongest one?

He rubbed his head as a headache formed in his head. This was quickly becoming way too much, way too above his pay grade and his thoughts were getting dangerously close to treason.

"I need a drink." He muttered then turned around as the door was opened and a relatively weak magical signature entered the room.

"Sir? Director Rothschild will see you now."

He sighed and got up, fixing up his clothes, "Let's get this over with."

He foresaw a long shouting match in his near future.

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