I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He was sure that once he turned his head, he would meet those eyes filled with murderous intent.

So he held on until the ending song of the movie came on.

Just when Watson was about to give up, the roar of an engine outside made him feel relieved.

There was a rapid knock on the door and Watson jumped up from the sofa.

Then he showed his best acting skills and made his expression look very serious.

Even Mrs. Wick was fooled, and he ran to the door to open it.

The moment that face appeared, he subconsciously punched it.

...

"Why did you hit me?" The agent driving in front looked resentful.

Watson coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

Although the other party rescued him from his death stare, he kept public and private affairs separate and he would never forget that the agent had once shot at his sofa.

"Mycroft is looking for me?" Watson came back to his senses from the embarrassment.

Previously, in order to quickly escape from the possibility of being suppressed by Mrs. Wick, he did not listen to what the agent said.

Now that he had come back to his senses, he looked strange.

"I've agreed in advance that I don't eat with men."

Watson's alert expression made the agent driving the car particularly uncomfortable.

If this person didn't have a dragon at home, I would have been fooled by his harmless appearance.

The agent had no choice but to say, "It's important. I need you to come over."

If even McCaffrey said it was an important matter, could something happen in Britain?

Watson is thinking.

The car had changed color without anyone noticing, and the picture on the glass had turned black.

Seven places.

When Watson opened the door and came out, he could feel that the atmosphere here had become serious.

"Watson!" Mycroft approached him quickly when he saw him, and asked sternly, "What on earth is your son doing?"

"my son?"

"Stop pretending!"

McCovey was in no mood to play dumb with Watson now. He stared at Watson and said seriously, "An American submarine is missing, and they claim to have been attacked by a mysterious force."

Watson had a question mark on his face, "What does that have to do with my son?"

"Your son, John Wick," Mycroft glanced outside and said in a low voice, "He is the person in charge of the wizarding world. This incident is considered a provocation against us by wizards."

"They asked for renegotiation, but the wizards didn't show up at all. Do you know what this means?"

Mycroft said in a serious tone: "The war is approaching."

"Your son and those wizards, if they fail to show enough sincerity, a war will be triggered."

Watson also understood the seriousness of the situation. He asked in a deep voice, "Is there any direct evidence to prove that they did it?"

"No, and they don't need to," said McCoff. "They just need an excuse."

"Then why do you care so much?" Watson looked strange.

Mycroft wasn't the type to worry about wizards.

McCoff couldn't tell for a moment whether Watson really didn't know or was just pretending. He took a deep breath and said, "Your son, they have at least five nuclear bombs, and one of them was found in London."

He looked at Watson and said with a headache: "This will throw the world into chaos."

Watson needs to digest this information.

"You mean, my son, has five nuclear bombs in his hands?"

"At least five," Mycroft said. "It's still unclear how many the United States lost."

After digesting the information, Watson didn't know what to say.

He was even a little desperate.

When will the position of the younger brother in this family change?

"I can't contact your son," Mycroft said deeply, "but if he wants to maintain peace, the best way is to negotiate with America."

If it weren't for the possibility that it might affect Britain, McCaffrey really didn't want to get involved in this mess.

The situation is very critical now.

America has sent a signal to other countries.

The wizard does not negotiate with him, which is a very dangerous signal.

If war breaks out, the plan made by McCovey will have to be advanced.

At this point in time when they have not yet fully understood the abilities of wizards, the information gap will put them in a passive position.

Now we can only place our hope on Watson, the underground president, hoping to contact Wick, who represents the magical world.

Urgent situation.

...

"Why don't you take this opportunity to rebel against him?"

Magical world.

Some goblins were ready to make a move. When Griphook heard the news, he was so scared that he hurried to find the goblins.

The greedy goblins used to have an impressive status in the magic world, but now they are assigned to work in factories to mint coins.

They are fairies, and what they believe is that the maker is the owner of the item.

He even once asked Gryffindor to make a sword for him.

The only one who can be compared to them is Sniff.

Gringotts was once responsible for the exchange of Muggle and wizard currencies.

Most of the Muggle currency was taken away, but occasionally they would use Muggle currency to trade with Muggles.

So they got some news, such as the king's arrogant behavior angered some people.

Although they also looked down on Muggles, they greedily thought that this would allow the goblins to turn the tables and become the masters.

The undercover agent that Griphook had planted among the workers told him the news.

So Griphook prepared to have a good talk with the fairies who had such ideas.

The goblins were very unwelcome to his arrival. They were unwilling to admit their own weakness and would put all the blame on Griphook.

And Griphook smiled at them.

The undercover agent walked out of the room.

He was also the only one to leave the room.

Griphook panted, his eyes red as he murmured to himself, "They will drag the goblins into hell. I can't let them do that."

The fear of that king was deeply engraved in his body.

No one feared the young king more than he did.

...

Chapter 746: Crisis of the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds

International Confederation of Wizards.

John wasn't there, and neither was Percy.

"We must negotiate with them immediately." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic roared.

What are the people from the Magical Congress of America doing delaying such an important matter?

From the assassination to the present, the magical world has never given a satisfactory explanation for what happened in America.

But the MACUSA also has its own difficulties.

Doesn't he want to say it?

He can't say it!

The second king...oh no, it was the king who gave the order.

He delayed the matter.

But now, something even more serious has happened, making it impossible for people to sit still.

Not only the MACUSA, but the entire wizarding world has reached a moment of crisis.

The high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, who had witnessed the power of Muggles, were filled with fear at the power to destroy the world.

None of them wanted to be enemies of Muggles.

Except for a few.

"We don't need to give an explanation." German Minister of Magic Gresham said solemnly, "On the contrary, they need to explain to us."

"Are you crazy?" The Bulgarian Minister of Magic widened his eyes.

"Have you forgotten those weapons?" he roared. "In Bhutan, so many wizards died there. And in Poland, an entire wizard colony was destroyed. No one survived."

He questioned Gresham loudly, as if this would give him more confidence.

Another voice was heard. It was Charles Roland. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic thought that this minister, who was mediocre and only knew how to dance ballroom dancing and arrange marriages, would support him.

The result was surprising. Minister Roland agreed with Gresham's idea, "We shouldn't show weakness to Muggles so easily."

Minister Roland looked around at everyone and said, "That would make them feel that wizards are at the mercy of others."

"A threat is enough to make us compromise?"

"Sorry, that will only lead to countless compromises and threats."

"What we have to do is to let them know that wizards are not so easy to bully."

He was so tough that it made people exclaim in disbelief. Was he still the French Minister of Magic who was determined to marry his son to Delacour?

Besides him, there were others who agreed.

Ozhild, who attended in Percy's place, said: "I agree with this idea. Muggles must be shown the power of wizards. Compromise will not bring respect."

"You are all crazy," the Bulgarian Minister of Magic shouted in a panic, "You are making a joke of the entire wizarding world!"

"Then aren't they the same?"

An old and hoarse voice sounded and everyone looked over.

Cecilia.

The old man who had gone to the mysterious place of the Magic Association.

He actually appeared here.

This treasure of the magical world spoke at this moment.

"We must change these cowards," he said in a strong voice, which was much older than everyone present. "If the Muggles want to start a war, we must be prepared to fight back."

"Even you are like this?" The Bulgarian Minister of Magic seemed a little desperate.

Sometimes, he really wanted to just take the Ministry of Magic out of this place.

But what happened in the Neon Ministry of Magic told him that if he quit, he might end up like the Neon Minister of Magic the next day.

Believers of that King have already spread all over the world.

They just don't have the chance. If they could, those people would be the king's craziest vanguard.

The youngest Minister present, the representative of the Neon Ministry of Magic, spoke up.