I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Wait, what is magic power energy?" Mr. Mike keenly caught this unfamiliar word.

Penelope took out a box the size of a Rubik's Cube and opened it.

Purple light emanated from it.

Penelope glanced at the representatives of the two countries and said calmly, "We are looking for cooperative partners, sincere partners."

"This is an energy crystal from the magic world. It contains enormous energy."

She reached out and took out the magic crystal, looked into the pair of doubtful eyes, and said in an alluring voice, "Steady and gentle."

Let’s put aside Grindelwald’s threat for now.

The appearance of the magic crystal changed the direction of the negotiations.

A new energy source means victory in the first negotiation after official contact with Muggles.

The greed represented by America has overflowed from his eyes.

Especially this tiny one, the energy it can provide is far beyond what Muggle technology can provide for a device of the same size.

Both Monday and Mr. Mike were very interested in it.

The American secret laboratory in London began operations that day.

They analyzed the tiny crystal.

A surprising conclusion emerged.

That thing is indeed, as Penelope said, an energy source similar to nuclear energy but more stable.

And this energy can be called universal energy.

It can generate electricity and can be used for conversion of various required energy.

It can be said that as long as you have it, you can replace various energy sources.

This is another kind of oil.

Purple gold.

At this moment, America is determined to obtain the magic crystal.

The death of soldiers and generals?

That's not a problem anymore.

A dispute is resolved and a conspiracy is brewing.

When Penelope returns to the Ministry of Magic, she has to be very careful in her game, which makes Percy feel bad.

"I don't understand, why do you want to expose the magic crystal?" Percy met John. He didn't understand why John took the initiative to expose the magic crystal.

Also, the magic crystal has a flaw.

Magic is needed to guide the magic power.

And Penelope didn't tell the Muggles anything about this.

John smiled and said meaningfully: "I said that we need a war to prove the magic world."

"I want justice to stand on the side of the wizarding world."

"Then the war must be started by the Muggles."

"That greedy Muggle."

...

Chapter 728 Grindelwald's Madness, Assassination

John is really not suited to be on the side of justice.

He is leading a war, using human greed as a weapon.

Magic power energy, a pollution-free energy.

And mastered in the magical world.

Penelope called it a kind of excavated crystal.

But actually, it was made by John.

Greedy Muggles don't have Legilimency and can't know, so they think it's 'new gold' flowing out of the ground like oil.

His back was to Percy, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

Lightning flashed through the clouds, and the silver light illuminated the dark half of John's body.

"Justice is vague, but it can constrain those groups that are willing to call themselves just." John laughed softly, "They will pay for their choices."

Percy looked at John, was silent for a moment and said, "The power of Muggles is not so easy to deal with."

"So we're not trying to destroy them, but to demonstrate them." John raised his eyebrows. "If they feel pain once, they'll know that hedgehogs' thorns can hurt people."

"I picked the location for this war."

John snapped his fingers and the curtains closed, blocking out the darkness outside.

He looked at Percy and asked seriously, "Do you think what I did was wrong?"

"You're not wrong," Percy said, shaking his head, "It may not be just, but it's right."

Justice and rightness are never bound together.

Justice does not mean right.

And rightness is not justice.

What the wizarding world needs is a correct leader, not a righteous leader.

Qilin's choice is pure kindness and justice, but it is incorrect.

John's approach was a conspiracy and calculation, but it represented correctness.

He turned the emerald ring on his finger and murmured, "I feel that we are too loose, like loose sand."

...

McCovey looked at the energy test report, put it down and looked at the Prime Minister opposite him.

"Remember those wood chips?" the Prime Minister said in a low voice. "Same energy."

"I know how mysterious and powerful those things are," Mycroft said thoughtfully, "but I care more about how he could show them to us."

"He's trying to make peace?" Mycroft shook his head. "No, he's not."

"What Miss Clearwater said was that she wanted other countries to recognize the legitimacy of her magical world."

"We solved a diplomatic accident with this thing, didn't we?" the Prime Minister said, "America is a tough nut to crack, and now they're targeting this thing."

"Excuse me, Mr. Prime Minister." Mycroft said slowly and elegantly with an English gentleman, "This is an apple that has not yet been tasted."

"Is it the forbidden fruit that will usher in a new era, or is it the Queen's poisoned apple?"

Even the Prime Minister needs to respect the wisdom of this minister who is trusted by the Queen.

Forbidden fruit or poisoned apple.

McCaffrey labeled this alluring energy as unknown.

They bite down in a hurry, will it be glory, or death from poison?

Politicians are not knights, they have to consider more factors.

For the sake of national development, eating the forbidden fruit, even if it means oppressing the magical world, is just a small price to pay.

"For the sake of your term, I suggest that waiting and watching is a good option."

McCoff said: "America will be more greedy, and the fruit they eat will bear fruit faster."

The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Maintain the current relationship with the wizarding world."

Mycroft nodded at his wise move.

The Prime Minister still listened to the advice.

There are no more than ten people who know about magic power energy now.

People from both countries need to take this into consideration.

The crisis between the two sides was resolved and they seemed to have returned to friendship.

Like the traitorous General Tedder, the Banshee was blamed for a re-run that unfortunately ran aground and caused a power system failure.

The people on board died in the accident and were taken to British waters.

This conciliatory explanation is bound to be questioned by some people.

But as long as they are thick-skinned enough, the tacit understanding between the two countries is enough to suppress this diplomatic incident.

The American representative came privately because he did not want to put this matter on the negotiating table between the two countries.

Solve problems privately and quietly make big problems disappear.

Mycroft stood up and left.

The Prime Minister asked, "Are you interested in the wizarding world?"

"No," Mycroft paused, shook his head and said, "I care about the country."

Even more clever than his brain were Mycroft's eyes and intuition.

He is better at judging people than investigating cases.

The young man representing the magical world, John Wick.

When he first saw this man at Wick's house, he classified him as dangerous.

The file codenamed '0' is full of mysteries.

Next to the file, a mission codenamed 'Clear 0' is looking for members.

Along with it, there was a plan that only two people knew about.

Code name, 'Witch Hunt'.

McCovey must stay sober and calm at all times because he has too much responsibilities.

He is the brain hidden in the darkness.

...

At Web's feet was a body.

"stop……"

The fallen figure struggled weakly.

Webb's wand dropped, and a green light flashed, causing life to die.

He walked forward and came to a door.

He knocked politely.

"Please wait a moment."

A clear female voice came from inside.

Webb waited quietly for a moment.

The door in front of me opened.

A girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, appeared. She had long brown hair.

After seeing Webb, the girl was obviously confused.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Um... please wait a moment," Webb took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at the name on it, and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this Tote Mario's house?"

"That's my father. What do you want?" the girl said. "He's not here right now. I can pass it on for you."

"That's such a shame."