I swung a sword at Hogwarts

McCaffrey observed these subtle changes very carefully.

He glanced casually at the British Royal Guards ornaments, "I cleaned the room some time ago. Sometimes, if you don't clean it, you don't know how much dust there is in the house."

"Those bugs, they always have a way of showing up in the room when you're not looking."

“It’s a headache.”

The Prime Minister's face darkened. With his messy hair on his head, he said in a deep voice, "Then you should know which blind spots to clean in order to find it."

Mycroft stretched out his hand, stroked it across the Prime Minister's desk, rubbed his fingers, and said, "Most of the time, it's because we're not careful."

Seeing this action, the Prime Minister looked very unhappy.

There are those bugs in my office.

He looked up at Mycroft, the minister, and wondered how he understood it.

Mycroft smiled and stood up, walked to the bookshelf guard, and knocked the guard down as if by accident. He suddenly asked, "I remember you like the Bible, Prime Minister?"

“Yes, I go to church on my days off.”

Hearing what he said, Mycroft took out a Bible, placed it on the table and slowly pushed it over.

"I like this sentence very much," he put his hand on the Bible, pointed his finger at the Prime Minister, and said meaningfully, "The way to salvation is in it."

As Mycroft turned to leave, the Prime Minister slowly opened the book.

A CD was placed there.

He closed it without changing his expression.

It looks like the war against wizards has to be put aside.

The real war is within.

The Prime Minister returned home and searched around. After confirming that there was no surveillance device, he put the CD into the drive.

As the CD rotates in the computer.

The Prime Minister understood that this represented McCoff's position and was also a signal that he did not want to start a war.

After becoming Prime Minister, he never knew that there were more problems internally than externally.

...

It rains a lot in London.

The raindrops hit the umbrella.

Two black umbrellas stood in front of the station.

"Are you trying to prove something to me, Watson?" Mycroft calmly looked at some passers-by who were hurrying around nearby. "How much do you know about this list that even the government doesn't know?"

Watson, drinking from a bottle of soda through a straw under the umbrella next to him, shrugged and said, "Some business matters they prefer to tell their financial managers."

"Every year, more than a billion pounds flow to foreign countries and then flow back from abroad," Watson said as the glass bottle in his hand ran out. "It takes me half a minute to explain it to you, but it only takes 20 seconds for this money to be turned into legal currency and enter the pockets of those people."

"This is a huge chain of interests," Mycroft turned to look at Watson and asked, "It's best for you to have it in your hands."

"Mycroft, do you know why I like dealing with you?" Watson put the bottle in his pocket and put one hand in his pocket, "Because you know how much I value my family."

"To you, that may be a big handle, but to me, it just reduces some enemies for my son."

As Watson moved, the pedestrians around him stopped.

Watson stepped forward. "You are always welcome to dine at the Continental Hotel. There is a very skilled Neon chef in London."

He walked into the crowd, and the people who were moving again made him disappear.

McCof watched the crowd disappear, unable to tell which of them were from the hotel.

"Family?"

Thinking of his brother, McCaffrey suddenly felt a sense of empathy with Watson.

No matter when or where, family is the weak point of people like them.

"If you offend these people, your situation will become difficult, Watson."

McCovey turned and left. He still needed to clean up for the government.

Having ill intentions has never been a criterion for these people to be cleared out.

What matters is whether it is useful to you.

America is worried that others will enjoy the fruits of victory, and is eager to sail to the ocean.

That unknown fruit, is it a forbidden fruit or a poisonous apple?

It all depends on the strength the wizard can demonstrate.

"John Wick."

McCoff wanted to know what kind of person this underground president was, the son whom he was willing to sacrifice such a huge chain of interests to protect.

What kind of status should he have among wizards?

...

An island in the Atlantic Ocean.

It is called the Magic Crystal Mine.

Neville was sitting cross-legged on the shore, opening a lunch box.

There were three Big Mac sandwiches inside. With a happy smile on his face, he picked up a sandwich, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Looking up, warships appeared on the coastline.

This place does not belong to any country, which means.

Warships from any country can come here.

Neville ate his sandwich in two or three bites and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

...

Chapter 748 Bullets, Magic

The war is about to begin.

No.

has already started.

A warship arrived at the magic crystal island and their war began.

Any resources on this island have been included in the American list without warning.

wizard?

Surrender or die.

Easy and efficient approach.

The well-equipped soldiers thought so, and so did their superiors.

And the wizards were discussing the ship opposite.

"Is that the iron wand from TV? It looks a little different."

"I remember the iron wand on TV wasn't that long."

Thanks to the advent of magic-powered television, wizards have a better understanding of the outside world.

Of course, only for wizards living in the magical world.

The Muggle-born wizards naturally understood that the weapon in question was a gun.

They couldn't help but feel scared when facing the army.

"Negotiate first, or fight first?"

Cedric looked at the many sandbags behind him. This time he brought a lot of cursed sand.

Percy was the commander this time, but he had never commanded a war before.

Fortunately, there is a deputy commander, Kim Ledislay.

As a half-blood wizard born in America, he has no psychological pressure at all about doing things for America.

"Looking at their posture, it seems that they are preparing to deal with us by landing on the island." Jin analyzed, "Their target is the magic crystal mine, so they naturally won't aim to destroy this place."

"Does anyone know their number?"

"I'll go take a look." Malfoy flew up into the air on his flying broom and looked over. "There are about three warships and about two thousand people."

To deal with wizards, we have to mobilize forces of this scale before.

The small population of wizards is a fatal flaw. If they were not worried about damaging those priceless magic crystal mines, they would not even need to come in person. A few planes would be enough to carry out a devastating attack on the wizards.

These people are all soldiers with combat experience and have received some training before arriving.

Percy looked at the approaching warship and he held his wand to his throat.

"Sonorus"

Casting a loud spell on himself, Percy warned, "You have entered Ministry territory. Please leave as soon as possible."

His voice was carried to the warship through the sound of the wind blowing past.

The people on the warship were amused, as if they were laughing at Percy's joke.

Continue to approach the island.

After repeating this three times, Percy put his wand down.

"I feel like a fool." As calm as he is, he felt a little annoyed after being ignored.

"They don't take us seriously at all," Cedric laughed, "That's good news."

"Let them go to the island," Percy said, "I hope they won't regret it."

When the warship touched the island's land, Percy issued another warning.

But these warnings fell on deaf ears.

"Did you record everything?" Percy finished what he was supposed to do and looked at the woman in green clothes beside him.

Rita Skeeter gave Percy a look to indicate that everything had been recorded.

From the appearance of the warship to the landing on the island.

Including Percy's warnings and the other party's ignoring of warnings.

It was all recorded with wizard cameras and Muggle video recorders.

The evidence is now clear.

Percy looked at Malfoy, "Let them fire the first shot."

Malfoy said dissatisfiedly: "Why me?"

Why is it you? Don’t you have any idea?

Percy didn't want to be too blunt, but Fleur didn't mind and said, "Because you have the best ability."

Malfoy felt that he was being praised, but also felt that he was not being praised.

I have to say, the art of language is so wonderful.

Malfoy walked away with a swagger, as if he didn't care about anyone.

As the commander of this operation, Gavin said he had never seen such an arrogant person.

"Hey, you guys," Malfoy walked over to a sign that read 'International Confederation of Wizards' and tapped it, "Can't you read?"

Gavin: “…”

Percy: "..."

Soldier:"……"

"Sir, I want to shoot. I don't know why, but I just want to shoot."