I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Use werewolves against werewolves, they understand each other and can more easily detect danger.

Old Batty is ready to implement the 'Werewolf vs Werewolf' proposal ahead of schedule.

The wizards who had experienced the amusement park today flew back on their portkeys.

After today, everyone will know about this magical world amusement park.

《Silver Hand Amusement Park Grand Opening, Magic Ministers from Various Countries Come to Experience》

Newspapers were flown around the world with dozens of photos of the Silver Hand Amusement Park.

Almost overnight, this amusement park became the talk of the town.

Especially for local wizards, after participating in the Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley Quidditch tournaments last time, many of them are still obsessed with that world-class Quidditch field.

Now that they have heard the news, they are rushing to the amusement park.

The Weasley twins were so busy that they even called Ron and Bill to help.

Their merchandise is almost in the top three of the most popular items in the amusement park.

"Bill, it looks like you've lost your girlfriend."

Fred mentioned this matter accidentally, which made Bill depressed.

As a boyfriend and son, Bill was caught between Mrs. Weasley and Fleur.

He hadn't been in touch with Fleur for nearly a month, the last time he saw her was during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Although he wrote many letters to Furong, he received no response.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Fred also knew that he had said the wrong thing and handed Bill a bag of dragon roasted chestnuts.

"No, no, no, it's not for you. Give it to that fat boy."

Fred quickly stopped Bill from eating the chestnuts and asked Bill to give them to the fat boy with a sullen face.

Fatty was frightened by his ferocious appearance and burst into tears.

George laughed at this, but Ron was miserable as he was carrying a large box around a group of children.

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Chapter 567 Opening a shop, contact

John is definitely the one who made the most money this holiday.

Because of other people's two-month vacation, he has at least half a year more.

As time passed, John did a quick calculation.

"If we calculate by time, I should be eighteen years old."

But if he doesn't tell me, who would know?

After finishing the opening of the amusement park, John went home in a rare alternative way.

He stepped out of the taxi, frowned, and looked at the cars appearing near him.

In the car, a pair of sharp eyes stared at John.

John glanced past and went straight home.

"So, the Nigerian gang carried a terrorist weapon to intercept you, but accidentally lost control and suffered the consequences?"

Wick's house.

Watson turned away his eyes and said, "Yes, that's right, Mycroft."

The man named Mycroft is a genuine British gentleman. From his meticulous clothing to his demeanor and tone, he is every bit a noble British gentleman.

When Mycroft, who has a high IQ, heard this answer, he looked as if his IQ had been trampled upon.

McCof took a deep breath and said calmly: "You are a smart man, Watson."

"You should know who helped you turn this 'terrorist attack' into 'playing with fire and getting burned' when the fire alarmed the cabinet."

Staring at Watson with sharp eyes, Mycroft said: "You almost destroyed the entire Tower of London."

"It's the Nigerian gang..." Watson's voice gradually faded away.

McCoff said impatiently: "Your hotel is about to open, you should be honest with me."

He sat up straighter, making himself more aggressive, and snapped, "The government would rather see a terrorist running around with a nuclear bomb than the underground forces."

As a person holding great power, the aura of a superior is overwhelming.

Watson lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then stopped stirring his thumbs together.

Looking up again, Watson made a great decision and said seriously: "I will tell you the truth, McCoff."

Mycroft smiled and nodded to indicate that he could speak.

Watson took a deep breath, with an unprecedented seriousness.

"It's like this. The Nigerian gang secretly developed a weapon..."

"Watson!"

Mycroft interrupted him, veins throbbing on his forehead, and glanced at the vase on the table, with an urge to hit Watson on the head.

He suppressed the urge and threatened: "I need the truth."

Watson looked innocent and whispered, "Everything I said is true."

"I was a financial professional before I went into business. How could I know how to make terrorist weapons?" Watson said sincerely. "As you know, my hotel is about to open. For the sake of excitement, I have invited many people."

"I don't remember your business being so big." Mycroft sneered, but his eyes remained calm as he examined Watson.

Watson waved his hand and smiled, "They are just some small businesses. You know, I'm in finance, and these are the only methods I have in my mind."

He pointed to his head and said, "They are not stupid. They know that changes need to be made."

"The power of the state is growing. They can no longer act as recklessly as before."

"If there is no discipline, then it is just a bunch of low-class hooligans. We need to re-establish order and bring this industry under control."

Watson sat up and his eyes were no longer evasive.

“Change, there needs to be gray as a buffer between black and white, and now I am willing to be that gray.”

He chuckled and said, "Those who don't change will be eliminated. As for those who break the rules, we will be one step faster than the police."

"Are you changing the world?" Mycroft said coldly, "Do you have the ability to do that, Watson?"

This is not about being a king in London from a corner, but a dark monarch facing all countries.

McCaffrey acknowledged the reputation of the 'Underground President' in London, but that was limited to London.

He intended to support a leader as a fig leaf.

But Watson seemed to have different ideas.

"America, Bear Country, Japan, Italy, China..."

Watson did not answer him, but read out the names of various countries.

When he looked up again, the timid Watson turned into the 'underground president'. He grinned and said, "There are only twelve seats. You either crawl under the high table or get eaten at the high table."

"I don't have the ability, Minister," he said with a wicked smile, "but profit is the greatest ability. A monopoly business will never lose money."

Mycroft was silent.

It is impossible to do it with just one underground president in London, but what if there are twelve underground presidents?

"Do you think you're the only one watching me?" Watson said with a smile, waving his finger. "FBI, GRU, Federal Intelligence Service, External Security Service..."

"They are all staring at me. I am a transparent person. Everything is in their database, but..." Watson chuckled, holding his chin with his hands crossed, "Without me, this order that has been established with great difficulty will be broken up."

"Guess...how many people will die?"

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

In the almost frozen room, even the sound of falling petals became particularly obvious.

Mycroft watched Watson, the man he always thought he had under his control, accomplish so much in secret.

"I remember you weren't that smart."

"People change, Mycroft." Watson shrugged. "When I become a father to my children and a husband to my wife, I should be careful in my heart."

"Women and children can be careless, but men must be careful."

Just then, the phone in the room rang.

Watson glanced and motioned for Mycroft to answer the call.

"Looking for you, Minister."

Mycroft glanced over and reached out to pick it up.

The voice on the other end of the line said, "McCoff."

He recognized this voice; it belonged to the head of a certain security department.

Mycroft glanced at Watson and said calmly, "For Watson Wick?"

"Yes, we need him, Mycroft."

"Click."

After McCof hung up the phone, he straightened his wrinkled vest, stood up with his hands in his pockets, and looked down at Watson.

"I need to admit that the New World failed on you." Mycroft extended his hand and said with emotion, "It was a wonderful game."

Watson stood up, level with Mycroft, and shook hands with him.

“I tried my best.”

"The Invisible Man will drive you crazy," Mycroft said, looking at Watson deeply. "There are no secrets, no privacy. Everyone you meet when you go out may be an agent of some country. Countless eyes are staring at you."

"This means that from this moment on, you will no longer be able to trust anyone, even your wife and children."

McCaffrey admired Watson's decisiveness.

This man did something very bold. He turned himself into the gray between black and white. Wandering between black and white was more dangerous than picking teeth in a tiger's mouth.

He needs to be in a balance point, which is more exciting than sleeping on a wire.

"Is it worth it?" Mycroft asked.

Perhaps handing over that weapon would make Watson better off.

But Watson smiled and said, "The hotel will open tomorrow. You can try the shrimp inside."

"I will, I hope it's tasty enough." Mycroft nodded, "It's better to have less sauce, my belt is a bit tight."

McCaffrey lost this confrontation. Watson is no longer someone who can be easily controlled.

He suddenly asked, "I don't think I've seen your son."

Just then, the door opened.

John walked in.

Meet Mycroft.

"Hello," John smiled brightly, "My name is John Wick."

“Enjoy your meal at the hotel.”

The moment McCof saw John, he realized that he could not rely on his son to control Watson.

He felt it in this young man.

His eyes scanned John in just a few seconds.

He came to a conclusion.

madman.

Mycroft stared at John and said, "You remind me of my brother and sister."

"Then they must have a very good relationship with you." John said elegantly and politely, "People at the same stage always tend to cherish each other."