I swung a sword at Hogwarts

“It’s not your fault,” said Ozhildr, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, with hatred in his eyes. “No one could have guessed what they would do to those saints.”

Oz looked at the other man.

"Potter, I didn't expect we would meet here."

As the former professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Oz is also a teacher-level figure to Harry.

"Professor Heald," said Harry, "that man..."

"It does not matter," said Oz, "the saints are not worthy of our mourning."

"No, I mean the other one," Harry thought for a moment and said, "There is another saint who uses Fiendfyre. His Fiendfyre is very powerful, like..."

He searched his mind for a word that could be compared, and said, "Magic as powerful as that of Altdorf."

"Adolf?" Oz's expression became serious. "Adolf Edgar?"

The guy who was once notorious, now there is a guy who can be compared with him?

"No, Aldolf may be more powerful than him, and his power is similar to that of the Fiendfight." Harry was almost defeated by Aldolf in the beginning, so he had some thoughts in his mind.

After being taught by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry also became stronger.

Oz also fell into deep thought, thinking that such a powerful wizard should not be unknown.

"I see, Potter, you did a great job." Oz encouraged, "You saved the lives of the Aurors. I think you will be rewarded soon."

"But people died," Harry hesitated. "I shouldn't accept the award."

"This is all thanks to you, Potter," said Oz. "If it weren't for you, Abe and the others would all have died."

Work is work, mistakes are mistakes.

Harry felt ashamed that he had not saved the Auror, but he had saved others as well.

No one can be perfect.

...

John put down the A4 paper, and a relationship diagram appeared in his mind.

"Grindelwald, you have a lot of paths to travel."

Britain, France, Germany, and the United States.

This is just what we found out, all those Muggles have connections with Grindelwald.

And those people's positions are not low.

They are either generals or lieutenants who control a region, or high-ranking officials in important departments.

Regardless of which one it is, Grindelwald's contact with these people is a cooperative relationship.

They need Grindelwald to create chaos so that they can gain the most benefits and power.

And Grindelwald can use these weapons to declare war on the Muggle world and the wizarding world.

"Be against everyone." John closed his eyes.

His eyes turned gray again, and he peered into the future once more.

My future self fought Grindelwald, and it was a fight to the death, killing each other at all costs.

With his frown still on his face, John saw an explosion.

Not in any other city, in London.

The detonated bomb engulfed half of London.

Tens of thousands died and the Muggles started a war.

He saw dark shadows, covering the Muggle army.

Death is like a withered plant.

The gray disappeared, and John looked at the prophecy ball in front of him.

He picked up the prophecy ball, which turned into powder in his hand and drifted away in the wind.

"Muggles started a war." John stroked the ring, thinking about the future.

This is a war waged against wizards, and once started, there is no turning back.

Muggles and wizards need to be destroyed.

"The explosion was the key, the bomb that went off in the middle of London."

He was lost in thought.

Muggle investigations into wizards are increasing.

Today's explosion could not be hidden from the smart Muggles, and the wizards took another step towards exposure.

"Continuously covering up things only makes people suspicious, but the truth is often the bridge of communication."

John pointed his finger at the table, "I need a chance to communicate."

He is not Fudge, and he would not be stupid enough to threaten the Prime Minister of a country.

What's more, the one in London is even more difficult to deal with than the Prime Minister.

Snape, a veteran undercover agent, was unable to get too close to the other party.

Mycroft is gradually gaining knowledge of the wizarding world and is one of the smartest people in the world.

Playing games with people like this requires a not-so-clever approach.

As John was thinking about this, he saw an unexpected owl.

Kiki.

The big-headed gray owl took big steps and stepped on the railing outside.

He poked his head out to check if Basil was inside.

"Basil isn't here," John said, speechless, "Come in."

Qiqi flew in when he heard that Basil was not there.

The moment it came in, it turned back into a fire dragon, and let out a dragon roar with an aggrieved look.

"I know you've been wronged, but you've also gained something, for example..." John thought for a moment and said, "You've lost so much weight in this period of time, all because of eating vegetables."

Qiqi let out a low growl and said, I am a fire dragon, not a thin dog.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you improve your food when I get back," John patted Kiki's big head.

Looking outside, John saw a white shadow flying inside.

next second.

Like a speeding fighter jet, a kick came down from the sky and hit Qiqi on the forehead, directly kicking the fire dragon back to the owl.

Basil kept scolding this little brother who delivered the letter with his back turned to him, just like kicking a ball.

Qiqi was beaten passively.

Sometimes it wonders, is it the fire dragon or the owl?

Which owl can kick a fire dragon away with one kick?

"Don't fight too long, Basil." John shook his head helplessly and opened the letter.

It was written by my dad, and it contains things about my uncle and the Wick family.

“Not only the UK, but many more countries have taken notice.”

John frowned.

Being discovered and showing up are not the same thing.

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to meet Muggles as soon as possible.

Then John continued reading and fell silent when he saw his father just randomly writing a bunch of names to defraud McCoff.

In fact, it was not written casually. Those people were all Watson's suspects.

Originally he wanted to check them one by one, but he didn't want to bother with it so he just handed the list over to McCaw to check it himself.

The problem is that those lists are almost the same as the ones John found.

Should he say that his father is lucky, or that his father is really not afraid of death?

...

Chapter 707: Utilize, Utilize

Seven places.

"Raidho, this is a protection, a talisman that can protect the protected person."

Alec Hopkins, also known as Snape, pushed the translated runic notes to Mycroft.

Mycroft picked it up, flipped through two pages and put it down. He looked at the professor of occultism opposite him.

"Do you think this thing will work, Professor Hopkins?"

He was still testing the professor of mysticism.

Snape put his index finger together and touched it lightly under his lips. He was also looking at Mycroft with a scrutinizing gaze.

"If your information is correct, in the application of mysticism, runes have many functions, and protection is only one of them." Snape made contact with Mycroft's eyes and said in a long tone, "Yes, it is useful."

Mycroft looked away subconsciously, with a strange feeling in his heart.

Suppressing that feeling, he nodded, took out new pieces of wood, and said, "Please take a look at these."

Snape took it, looked at the material, frowned, and said, "This is not rowan wood."

"Oak," said Mycroft. "A new material, discovered in a fatal accident."

"Oak is known as a magical tree and is believed to have magical properties," Snape asked. "Do you suspect a wizard did this?"

"Professor Hopkins, I need to remind you," Mycroft said noncommittally, "the more you know, the worse it is for you."

"I don't care."

Snape said calmly, "You want me to come here and pretend to be a deaf-mute?"

"It's very interesting." Mycroft leaned forward and smiled, "Many people who work with the government are afraid of knowing too much, but you are an exception."

"Seeking knowledge," Snape said calmly, "For me, the more knowledge I can know, the more I can prove what I have learned."

"Good reason."

Mycroft seemed to be convinced. He saw his men standing outside, straightened his clothes and stood up. "I think I can provide you with more."

Snape subconsciously looked up to meet Mycroft's eyes, but Mycroft turned his head away, walked to the door and said with a smile: "Please, Professor Hopkins."

Snape stood up and followed him, secretly suspecting that the other party did not trust him.

Legilimency requires eye contact.

But McCovey didn't give him a chance.

This is the scary thing about smart people. Once they have a doubt in their hearts, they will quietly avoid these possibilities.

The two walked out of the room and moved forward.

Finally arrived at the destination.

A car was parked in what looked like an underground garage.

The car door opens.

The person who came out was stunned.

"This is Professor Alec Hopkins, a professor of occult studies." Mycroft came over, "Watson Wick, maybe you don't know him."

While saying these words, Mycroft kept observing the two of them.

Watson's brief and rapid pause did not escape the sharp observation of the smart man, but he pretended that he saw nothing and introduced the two people with a smile.

"Hello, Professor Hopkins," Watson felt strange inside.