I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He raised his wand and said to John, "Pull out your wand, Second King. I can tell you that behind me, there are weapons that are enough to destroy half of the Muggle city."

"And the only way you can stop them is if I die."

John narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man in front of him who had no intention of running away.

Garland said: "Show me your strength, Second King!"

His wand waved.

The flames condensed into a red tiger.

John raised his wand calmly.

next second.

The white light transformed into a lightning spear that spanned the distance between the two.

Garland was startled and shot the same white light from his wand to collide with it.

The two sides were in a stalemate for less than three seconds before John's Crushing Spell pierced through Garland's wand like a tornado.

There was a hole as big as a bowl on the chest, and the wound was constantly turning into particles and dispersing like an hourglass.

Garland fell to his knees and looked at his wounds.

He looked up at John again.

John walked up to the kneeling man, his expression calm.

This powerful force made Garland smile.

"You are indeed very powerful, Second King." He looked at John and slowly placed his hand on his heart.

At the moment of contact, John's hand was already on his head.

The mental magic was activated, and the memories buried in the head were dug out.

Before his life was about to end, John knew everything about him.

Garland's body lost all vitality.

The dead body fell down, like weathered paper, breaking into countless powders and dissipating.

John glanced at the activated weapons.

He murmured: "Self-righteous martyr, your sacrifice will not make you great."

...

A quiet evening in London.

After all, the Grim Reaper's scythe did not leave any marks on those people's necks.

The government found out the whereabouts of the weapons from those who collaborated with Grindelwald.

A terrorist attack that could end a prime minister's career is beyond one's control.

All London subway stations were blocked during the day, and they checked them out fully armed.

But until the last track was searched, they were confused.

The so-called weapon never appeared.

Still, some things were discovered.

For example, the location of weapons that were once installed there.

Just when everyone was in trouble, a phone call came through.

Then the subway blockade in the entire city was released.

...

Chapter 722: Wick's Fire Dragon, Negotiation

Wick's house.

Watson rested his hand on his chin, his eyes fixed on the blocks in front of him.

Ariana was taken to the beauty salon by Mrs. Wick today. I heard that they were preparing to give the little girl a brand new look.

The last time Ariana came back dressed as a movie character, she was seen by Mrs. Wick.

When the lady saw that her daughter had the same interest as herself, she immediately pulled Ariana away.

She completely ignored her husband who was dressed as a movie character like Ariana.

Watson, the old man who was left at home, sat on the sofa. He felt that half of his buttocks was numb because he maintained this posture.

He moved a little, looked up and saw the muzzles of the guns. He froze and said, "I was just moving a little."

There are six people in Wick's family now.

In addition to Watson, McCovey and his four agents sat opposite.

"Don't you have anything to say, Watson?" Mycroft sat opposite Watson.

His eyes flickered with a strange color as he asked, "About your appearance at that subway station."

Explanation?

I'm just a nobody, who should I explain to?

Watson couldn't say that he took his son to climb the tower yesterday, and his son asked him to give him a ride to the subway station, right?

So, silence is the Wick family today.

He remained silent and made no attempt to explain.

Such behavior became a tacit agreement in McCoff's eyes.

"I'm actually very curious about the strange reaction you had with Alec Hopkins the last time you went to the Seventh Division," Mycroft said calmly, "Do you know each other?"

Watson still said nothing.

McCoff continued, "Not only do you know each other, but your relationship is more than just a simple one."

Nonsense, he's my son's dean.

Watson pretended to be deep.

"You know him, which means you are also connected to the person behind him," Mycroft looked at Watson and said, "and you are not a wizard."

"Tell me, Watson," Mycroft leaned forward, his eyes showing aggression, "your relationship with the man behind this."

"The missing weapons turned up in the military area, and the list you gave me is consistent with the wizard's."

"As the president of the underground, why do you have connections with wizards?"

Mycroft needed an answer.

Watson finally looked up, his eyes deep.

then……

Moved the other half of his butt.

The main reason is that I sat for too long and my butt is a little numb.

Mycroft took a deep breath.

Why can this person be so presumptuous?

Aren’t you afraid that you’ll actually do it yourself?

The agents were also shocked by the calm and composed demeanor of the underground president.

You must know that Watson is now being watched by four of Britain's most elite agents, and these people have the ability to take Watson's life at any time.

Even so, Watson was not at all panicked.

There was indifference in his eyes, as if the people in front of him were just a group of children holding toys.

The underground president is so terrifying.

They even sat like this for the entire morning.

Just as the hands reached eleven o'clock, Watson spoke.

"My wife will be back soon." Watson said with a serious expression, "Why don't you go back first and come back in the afternoon?"

provocative!

Definitely a provocation!

This is questioning the professionalism of MI6, no, MI7!

An agent exchanged a glance with Mycroft, then nodded.

The next second, the agent raised his gun and shot.

The bullet grazed Watson's thigh and hit the sofa.

Watson: “…”

Mycroft: "..."

Agent, he thought he understood the look in Mycroft's eyes.

Mycroft silently turned to look at the agent, "What are you doing?"

The agent was a little confused and asked, "Didn't you ask me to shoot him to warn him?"

Mycroft's eyebrows twitched, and he said, "I'll let you go out first!"

Where did this agent come from? Why are you reading this random look?

However, Watson Wick was able to remain calm even in this situation. The underground president is indeed courageous.

Little did Watson know that he didn't react at all. After all, who would have thought that the agent was so fierce.

The agents were getting ready to go out.

But Watson couldn't sit still.

I really can't sit still.

Because of the sofa under his butt.

The sofa, which was originally ordinary, was deformed quickly.

Then Watson was forced to stand up.

The sofa had stood up and smashed the armrest towards the agent who fired the shot.

The agent who didn't react was sent flying.

The other agents reacted and drew their weapons to shoot without thinking twice.

The carpet under their feet rolled up, and the three people were tied up like chicken rolls.

The carpet kept shrinking, almost breaking the bones of the three people.

McCof looked over there, then back at Watson, and said, "Now, you need to explain."

Watson thought for a moment and said, "Actually, this is new fully automatic furniture imported from America."

Obviously, there was no way that Mycroft would believe this crude lie.

Sitting down again, this time it was Watson and Mycroft's turn to sit on the same sofa.

"It's a little uncomfortable to sit so close for the first time." Watson sat a little closer.

The agents were already outside the door.

There are only two of us now.

"You don't have to explain," Mycroft said, "but you should also know what will happen if others know what's going on here."

"I thought we were friends." Watson said with a headache, "As a friend, you should know that there are some questions you shouldn't ask."

"I can ask the person behind you without asking you." Mycroft sneered, "You always have to make a choice."

"Well," Watson sighed, "I can tell you."