I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He said seriously: "You also know that in the underground world, there are always some mysterious people appearing."

after awhile.

Mycroft rubbed his temple, trying to resist the urge to smash Watson's head with the half-assembled building blocks on the table.

"You mean, you bought all these from the wizards you met in the underworld?"

Watson nodded and said harmlessly, "Yes."

"I thought I gave you a chance, Watson Wick." Mycroft stood up and prepared to leave.

Just at this time.

An owl flew in.

Mycroft took one look and stopped.

Get some information from the wizard, and Owl is among those ranks.

Qiqi flew to Watson and put a letter down.

Watson glanced at Mycroft and opened the letter.

The content inside made him make a choice.

"I think another person can answer this for you." Watson glanced outside and said, "But you need to go to another place."

McCof looked at Watson and said, "I hope you are not joking this time."

"Of course not." Watson seemed very interested.

...

The agent waited outside for a while, but there was no movement inside.

Being a professional agent, the agent who was punched by the couch suggested that they need to ask Mr. McCoff if he needed help.

However, they did not receive a reply from McCof.

The four people, thinking something was wrong, pushed open the half-open door.

after that……

"Roar--!"

The door was closed again.

No one told them that there was a fire dragon in Wick's house.

Qiqi, who had a rare chance to show off his power, looked at the empty house and made up his mind secretly.

I will protect the Wick family!

Well, let’s go to the refrigerator and see if there is any meat.

Qiqi happily turned into a fire dragon and opened the refrigerator. Looking at the meat inside, it couldn't help drooling.

...

Chapter 723 Muggles, Wizards

Silverhand Manor.

Blue flames burned in the fireplace, and Watson walked out, brushing the ashes off his head.

Behind him, Mycroft had a look of surprise on his face.

"Welcome to Silverhand Manor, Mr. Mycroft."

Tang Mi came over with a smile.

McCof glanced at Tang Mi and quickly confirmed that this was not the person he wanted to see.

As expected, Tang Mi looked at Watson and said respectfully, "Please follow me, Mr. Wick."

Watson did not doubt him, after all, he had also seen this subordinate of his son.

The two walked out of Silverhand Manor. Mycroft was alone here. He said loudly: "If you want to keep me in suspense here, I can only tell you that you are making a wrong idea."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you in suspense."

The sound came from the left.

Mycroft looked in the direction of the sound and saw an open room on the stairs on the left.

He walked up the stairs.

This place was not much different from the mansions of the upper-class people he frequented.

A black owl stood there, its head tilted, looking at Mycroft.

Mycroft paused for a moment and walked towards the room.

This is a study room.

Dozens of books floating in the air were flipping, and in the middle of those books was a young face.

"If you don't mind, you can watch it with me."

John extended the invitation, and after thinking for three seconds, Mycroft stepped into the circle surrounded by books.

He saw the true face of those books, which were changing numbers and lines.

McCovey saw several familiar names there.

"Eleanor Drew."

"Lawson Julian."

"Matthew Milo."

These names are from some officials from the government and military regions.

McCof said, "Am I to understand that you are monitoring them?"

"Yes." John nodded unabashedly, "I'm watching them."

“It’s not just them, either.”

John raised his hand and waved it, and the books in front of him turned in another direction like a huge wheel.

A new batch of names appeared. Those names were extremely unfamiliar to ordinary people, but for McCovey, they were also recognizable at a glance.

That's a group of names from outside the UK.

The man in front of him not only monitors officials in his own country, but also monitors places outside the country.

There were also some unfamiliar names, and those people were not Muggles.

John snapped his fingers, and the books spread out into pieces of parchment that formed a huge map floating in front of him.

"England, Germany, France, America, Poland, Türkiye."

He casually pointed to a red dot on the map, which was in New York City, USA.

He said calmly, "There was also a weapons theft here. Just like the defense base, they also know nothing about it."

"But the fact is," Mycroft said, "it was a wizard who did it."

"Yes and no." John waved his hand, and the huge map began to fold up, eventually turning into a piece of parchment no bigger than a palm.

John folded it casually and put it in his pocket. He looked at McCof and said, "I think this is not the first time we meet, Mr. McCof."

"What should I call you?" Mycroft stared at John. "Should I call you John Wick, or something else?"

"Why do you think I have any other name?" John asked in surprise.

"Watson Wick," Mycroft said dissatisfiedly, "You disguised yourself as his child and helped him gain huge power in the Muggle world. Do you want him to be your spokesperson?"

Mycroft's brain worked quickly, and he analyzed: "It is not impossible for wizards to stay young."

"Hopkins serves you, and your current appearance is just a cover."

"You're worrying too much."

After listening to McCoff's analysis, John was speechless.

Do smart people like to use their imagination?

"My name is John Wick, and I'm Watson Wick's son." John said calmly, "At the same time, I'm also someone who can negotiate with you on behalf of the wizarding world."

There was distrust in Mycroft's eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that you are eighteen years old?"

"Almost." John shrugged. "Don't be surprised. There is magic in this world. Why can't Watson Wick's son represent the magical world?"

Makes sense.

Mycroft's eyes were still alert. He looked at the bookshelf and asked, "You want to negotiate with me?"

"I think you might be a so-called wizard genius, but from what I've observed, Watson is not a wizard."

"You view wizards as non-humans." John shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

Mycroft turned his gaze and said, "Oh?"

"This requires us to start from the birth of wizards." John snapped his fingers.

A chair appeared behind Mycroft and John invited him to sit down.

"In the magical world, wizards are divided into three categories." John held up three fingers and said, "Pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle-born."

"Pure blood means that all of your ancestors are wizards."

"Half-bloods are those where one of their parents is a wizard and the other is an ordinary person like you."

"Muggle is what wizards call non-magical people who cannot use magic."

"A Muggle-born wizard, as the name suggests, is one whose parents are both ordinary people and not wizards."

At this point, John pointed at himself and said, "And I am a Muggle-born wizard."

"In the magical world, there are many wizards like me."

McCoff listened carefully, and then he asked, "Are you trying to say that you grew up in the same environment as me?"

"That's right." Talking to smart people is simple. John pointed his finger and a mist rose up, turning into a magnificent school scene.

"In the magic world, there are magic schools. When people with magical talents grow up to the age of eleven, they will receive admission letters from these schools."

John laughed and said, "I didn't even know I was a wizard until I received the notice."

"Before this, all I had received was British education, British culture and British habits."

"Tell me, Mycroft," John said with a gleam in his eyes, "are we the same people?"

Environment determines location. If it is a group of people who grew up in the UK, are they any different from the locals?

Mycroft crossed his fingers on his knees, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"We are from the same country, Mycroft," John said. "We are not enemies."

"Just like every country has some insane people, the magical world also has some radical people."

"Wizards and Muggles, we can't separate from each other," John shook his head and said, "I chose to meet you so that you can see the sincerity of the wizarding world."

He looked at McCovey deeply and said, "Everything is fine."

"All is well?" Mycroft smiled. "Do you think that's possible?"

"I recognize your mystical powers, but you should know that there should not be two governments in one country." Mycroft said, "Which world's laws should wizards follow, magic or us?"

Contradictions have always existed.

"I haven't heard of any wizard going to the police station to report a crime," said Mycroft.

"Our worlds are too close," John raised an eyebrow, "You should see what we are capable of."

"Excuse me, your abilities may be mysterious," Mycroft said with a confident smile, "but our strength is even stronger."

"Yes, but," John chuckled, "there's more than one country, isn't there?"

Mycroft's originally confident expression suddenly turned gloomy.

John said calmly: "I believe there are always some countries willing to cooperate with me."