I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The minister walked in, opened his hands, showed a fake smile, and said exaggeratedly as if he were an old friend: "The famous McCoff, that smart brain can tell what happened in the past week in three seconds."

He stopped not far from Mycroft, turned around, showed off his high-end suit, and smiled, "What do you see?"

Mycroft glanced and said, "You were at a funeral."

"Yes, that's right!" The minister clapped his hands and asked expectantly, "What else?"

"The girl yesterday was very wild. There's a mark on your neck from being hit by teeth. Let me see it," Mycroft continued acting, walked over and tugged at her collar, and said, "She came from a wealthy family. The girl didn't have deformed teeth or worn braces."

"An unworldly student with a little Spanish blood."

The minister applauded in amazement, but his face looked a little bad.

McCoff took out a towel with both hands and wiped the hand that touched his collar, and said casually: "I'm not here to play games with you, Francis."

It seemed as if he had touched something dirty in front of the minister.

"I'm here to tell you one thing, those people are not dead."

"That group of people?" The minister pretended to be ignorant. "Who are they?"

"I thought you were here to play golf with me, Mycroft."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "A group of people who can use 'tricks', Francis, you really should check it out."

"You are too confident."

When the news reached him, Mycroft looked up at the captured whale and said, "It's a nice whale, but it's a pity that it should be in the sea."

"If you don't mind, I'm leaving now," Mycroft smiled, "to go play golf."

He walked past the grim-looking minister, not at all worried about his identity.

"McCoff, how do you know that?" The minister stopped McCoff and stared at him. "It's not your style to meddle in other people's business."

"I should have known it when someone released a weapon of mass destruction in the Atlantic Ocean in the name of an exercise." Mycroft tilted his head slightly so that half of his face could be seen in the shadows.

"Don't think you are perfect. You are just indulging yourself."

"I'm not being nosy, I'm just telling you for the sake of the country," Mycroft stopped at the door and said, "Also, has anyone told you that your acting is bad?"

The minister's face darkened completely after McCof left.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number.

"Go check! Where are those damn sewer rats!"

He roared into the phone, and after turning it off, he sat alone in front of the fish tank gloomily.

Those wizards are not dead?

The minister's mind suddenly popped up with the ability to appear and disappear mysteriously.

No, no!

You must destroy it yourself.

Also, those magical energies.

He narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous look.

Not dead, which means the energy is still there.

The president, who is a timid guy, might be scared to death.

In that case, let me solve it myself.

If he could capture those wizards, he would be able to find out where those guys gathered.

The energy of a wizard.

If you can master it, it will be a great asset that will enable you to gain a foothold in America and even the world.

The minister was thinking in his mind that he had already extended his malicious intentions towards the wizard.

Although I don’t know how those wizards survived the nuclear bomb, it doesn’t matter.

Treat these wizards as subjects of study, just as they once were.

evil?

Didn’t that experiment create a hero?

How can it be evil?

That's just.

What is justice?

Might makes right!

...

McCaffrey played golf and hit a beautiful swing at a golf course in Washington.

“Very standard posture.”

The man next to him, with his golf club, clapped.

"Really?" said Mycroft, laying down his cue. "How does he compare to Watson Wick?"

"In that case, you are certainly more standard, Mr. Mycroft."

The man was very tactful in complimenting this being that could represent a country.

Mycroft looked at the man. "One of the munitions you smuggled passed through his cargo lane, Orlov."

The man named Orlov has a long face and he wears his hair in a slicked-back style that makes his hairline look high.

Hearing this, Yuri Orlov, the famous Lord of War, laughed.

He raised his hands and waved them in front of him. "As scary as it may sound, Mr. McCoff, you should know that there are people behind these deals who are behind it."

How can someone who is able to deal in arms business do so without some support behind him?

That's why Yuri Orlov could play golf in front of Mycroft so calmly.

Mycroft glanced at him and said, "Then let me tell you, what if Francis is dying?"

Yuri's smile froze, and he asked again and again: "Are you kidding me?"

Even the president has to give some face to that big backer, do you think he is going to fall?

Yuri thought that this smart man was joking with him, but his experience of dealing with those people told him that this smart man would not joke.

Smart people don't like lies, they prefer to overwhelm their opponents with the absolute truth.

Especially McCof, he is not a man who tells lies all the time.

Yuri was silent for a long time. He looked up at the face that had remained calm from beginning to end and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"You can continue with your business," Mycroft said with a faint smile, "On one condition, your business needs to be approved by the hotel."

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" Yuri was confused.

With such a big investment, you even came here in person, and now you tell me that you want me to cooperate with the hotel?

His mind raced, and an idea suddenly occurred to him. He asked, "Is he your man?"

"I'm just like you," Mycroft said. "Just cooperating."

After considering for a long time, Yuri actually didn't have many choices.

Without Francis, he would be liquidated.

New people will replace themselves. The world's largest arms dealer is not these small shrimps, but the big country that is like a beacon.

He just picked up some "small businesses" and if no one takes care of them, his "small businesses" will be taken away by the new superiors.

The only way to maintain it is to find new ways.

Yuri hesitated for a long time but finally agreed.

McCof did not leave him a business card and got up and left.

He has to fly back from here today.

After all, the sensitivity of his identity is basically the same as that of the Prime Minister.

The reason he came out was to go on vacation.

This cost him one of his afternoon breaks.

Hurry back to avoid being photographed.

And I have repaid my favor.

The representative of the magical world probably also felt his kindness.

He still remembers that battle vividly.

Impersonal combat, far beyond what the average combatant can currently achieve.

I need a stronger army.

There was a gleam in Mycroft's eyes.

In his mind, a plan was unfolding regarding the wizards and the future situations that would bring more wizards like them.

...

Chapter 769: Aliens must die, wizards disappear

America.

The wizard fled.

The wizard looked nervous and hid behind a trash can in an alley.

The dampness and stench made him extremely uncomfortable, but he had no choice.

For some reason, the road was deserted at night.

He took out his wand and tremblingly cast the Disillusionment Charm.

Unfortunately, his Disillusionment Charm wasn't very good, so his hidden form wasn't so perfect.

He could only pray that he would not be discovered here.

He now hated himself at school, wondering why he didn't learn Apparition seriously.

Hold your breath, surrounded by a hint of light from the dim, flickering old street lamps.

Suddenly, there was a click.

His footsteps stomped heavily in the puddles of water, the rubber soles of his shoes making sounds on the ground.

The wizard's breathing stopped and he covered his mouth with his hand.

He didn't dare to stick his head out, just hoping that the voice would go away quickly.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and when they were closest, they were even right next to my ears.

He covered his mouth even tighter, his eyes fixed on a piece of rain-soaked pizza under the trash can.

Didn't look up.

He felt someone's eyes scanning him.

His hair stood on end, he hoped that he would not be the unlucky one who was found.

Fortunately, the sound didn't stay for long after it passed.

The forefoot of the rubber shoe rubs against the ground as you turn and take a step.

The wizard breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice change direction.

The tense body also relaxed.

He moved his right foot, which was numb due to lack of blood circulation.

Blood was oozing from the abraded calf.

A hint of blood that ordinary people cannot smell escaped the smell of the garbage can.