Skirmish

In the U.S. Magical Congress Department of Defence, tons of equipment lined the walls and the roofs. Inside some of its rooms were Harry's units and a few hundred Japanese muggles. There were wizards from all around the globe preparing to do an invasion, but some of them had their concerns elsewhere.

"Why are the Japanese bringing muggles into this? And why are they equipped?"

"This is a direct violation of the Statute of Wizarding secrecy!"

"Apparently there was miscommunication and bad translations. They only got the 'protect the muggles' part of the agreement."

Although they weren't very prejudiced, they were still unnerved by the presence of ordinary muggle civilians. Meanwhile, many of the Japanese wore sharp gazes that screamed, "YOU go and cause two wars, and now the remnants of YOUR old ministry have resulted in a third god damned war. And NOW you need US to clean YOUR mess!?"

Harry fiddled around with his modded wand in thought. He was also curious about the muggle presence, but even more so from their magical equipment. Even with his modded wand, he still needed magic proficiency and the chant. With all that in mind, he could only dream of what the Japanese were doing, giving normal citizens combat gear. His thought was interrupted, however, by President Quahog.

"With this new development that you've all come here to address, magical governments around the world have gathered to launch an extensive anti-terror campaign. The plans will be discussed by the Russian Department of Defence using some 'imagers'," said the President.

Each language group was handed a dull looking stone as a wizard chanted a spell that sounded like the one Kingsley used. The plan was simple, several American Steel Puppets would charge into all three bases. A unit of wizards would come in soon after to identify magical equipment, and the Japanese soldiers would kill any remaining stragglers.

Harry frowned at the thought of just cleaning out the base rather than taking them prisoner, but Voldemort taught him to not be so naive.

~-~ one hour later ~-~

A moving Chunk of iron with a drill for a head started to glow and launched from the point of invasion. A depression four meters deep was left behind all three machines. Finnish wizards shot past on magical skis, and Harry commanded his unit to rush forward directly after. But something seemed off. The golems seemed to stop in front of the barrier. It wasn't supposed to engage, and it was enchanted against spells. The Finnish commander stopped his unit so Harry slowed to match their position. Most of the other units behind them saw this and followed suit, but some pushed forward. Harry looked uneasily at the other commanders, and they came to communicate their suspicions by their expression.

Then, it came. The Golems cracked into thousands of sharp fragments as if colliding with a meteor. A burst of purple light shattered them completely and shot iron fragments lightning fast, killing most of the advance team. What was left felt the fury of a hundred wands firing explosive magic. Not a single wizard or witch managed to retreat from the barrage of magic. The European commanders retreated a few paces to regroup at base but the Japanese unit stayed put and just created a translucent purple surface.

The commander talked into another foreign magical device. The hundred Japanese muggles flew forward with the same translucent shield. The enemy magic just collided and withered away on the surface. a few soldiers brought out a slender silver tube and aimed the end at the enemy.

"Isn't that a... what's it called... a gun?" Asked Harry.

"Yeah, but how did they get their hands on them?" replied someone in his unit.

They barely managed to say those few words before a piercing sound of fire cracking went in and out their ears. Pellets knocked hole after hole in the seemingly invincible triple-shield charm. Before, the known weakness could never be exploited because the caster could throw spell after spell while any opposition couldn't make out their position.

Harry looked in awe and fear, and with just a little jealousy at the Japanese Wizard-Muggle union.

The enemy was now visibly panicked. Trees were felled in an attempt to stop the pellets from reaching. The Tri-shield charm fell apart. The Japanese commander stopped the attack and Portkeyed a 30-centimeter wide silver barrel mounted on a black platform. the tip grew bright red, lowering as the wizards and witches felt their blood being drawn into it.

It seemed like it was going to fire, but a French soldier shouted, "No! ahead of this location in Paris!" He shot forward and threw a disarming spell. His spell managed to reach to the barrel and collapsed some of the structure, but a shell still fired. The Japanese commander looked both shocked and distressed. She rushed over and pushed the man off course.

"What are you thinking?! That was the safety you disarmed!"

The group heard what she said and hoped that there was a translation error. They looked at the shell splitting apart into a vast sea of magical hail rained down on the area, exploding on any sort of impact. 80% of the enemy was wiped out; the rest scraped enough time to portkey away. But what held the attention of everyone there were the furthest flying frags. In a twisted turn of fate, the French soldier disabled a limiter and set hell loose all over Paris.

In the first battle of the campaign, Nations already saw problems between each other.