I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The departing steps suddenly stopped.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

The old street lights were shaking and flickering with difficulty.

The tenacious street lights are ultimately no match for the passage of time.

The lights go out.

It was dark.

The wizard heard no more sound, and whispered, "Lumos!"

A ray of light appeared on the magic wand, which could bring people a sense of security.

He was about to smile.

But in the darkness where the light could not reach, two javelins connected to electric wires shot into the light and pierced the wizard's body.

The electric current passed through his body, causing him to lose his resistance.

The wand fell to the ground, the wizard lost consciousness and was captured by the man.

...

wizard.

Is it human?

Mycroft knew one answer, but it was also the most ambiguous one.

This brings us to another issue.

In the same culture, do we have the same belonging?

Wizards are a diverse group of people.

Some of these people were Americans, some were British, and some were from the East.

They all have magical powers, but they all appear among humans.

They have powers that humans do not have, and Mycroft once saw two wizards duel.

The duel was described as two armories hurling missiles at each other.

Not all wizards are so powerful.

In the eyes of those wizards, are those two people aliens?

the answer is negative.

Then, for human beings who have the same power but external power, they should not be aliens.

"Is this your answer?" The Prime Minister stared at the assessment report sent by Mycroft. "You gave the highest level of danger to wizards, but also gave it a medium level."

Mycroft stood before the shuttered window, staring with folded hands at London beneath the slit.

"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister," he replied, "My advice is not to make an enemy."

The Prime Minister flipped through it again and put the report down. "I need an explanation."

"It's obvious that we can't really eliminate these wizards," Mycroft turned around, "Wizards are not aliens, they were born among humans."

"Even if we wipe out all those wizards, it will be useless. They are human beings, and we cannot wipe out humans."

Wizards were born among human beings, and even if a group were eliminated, there would be a new awakening after a few years.

"Compared to the established wizarding order, new wizards will become extremely dangerous if they lose this cradle."

Mycroft walked towards the table and said, "It would be more dangerous to let it become chaotic. It would be better for wizards to control those people."

"What did you see there?" the Prime Minister said in a deep voice, "I know you took away a private cruise ship. Even though it is a private asset, your movements still make me wonder if you are being controlled."

Mycroft did not hide his whereabouts from the highest power.

Hearing the Prime Minister's doubt, he shook his head and said, "I am not being controlled. On the contrary, I am very sober."

"The strength of wizards is immeasurable, and their abilities cannot be generalized."

“What I saw was the future of our country.”

Mycroft's eyes sparkled. "We are the first country to establish diplomatic relations with that world. The benefits we can bring are enough to ensure our safety."

"Ensure safety?" The Prime Minister smiled noncommittally.

"The most dangerous ones are always our opponents at the table." McCoff said, "Have you forgotten what the United States achieved during World War II?"

"We also participated in it, but the results were taken away by them."

When talking about this matter, the Prime Minister looked a little unhappy.

The original research was done by everyone together, and they also provided venue assistance.

The result was that the other side took all the credit and also got the title of defeating the Nazis.

It was also from that time that the gap between the two countries began to widen.

The Prime Minister said in a deep voice: "You need to ensure that what you say will come true."

"I can guarantee," Mycroft said firmly, "that wizards will become our partners."

"We have made a plan." The Prime Minister groaned. "Are we just going to give up like this?"

"No," Mycroft looked up at the picture of the Queen, "Go on."

Cooperation is based on equality.

One day, the country will be unable to match them, and they will lose their protection and be at the mercy of others.

"I need some capable men," said Mycroft, "with enough authority."

"I will give you everything I can." The Prime Minister nodded and said, "During my term of office."

Being different is more than just appearance.

After all, ordinary people make up the majority of this world.

They can accept a special country that is equal to themselves, but they cannot accept someone being superior to them.

This is true for the UK.

The same is true for America.

The difference is what America thinks now.

The aliens must die.

Because those things are out of your control.

And he didn't want others to control these people.

Being selfish is right.

No one is so selfless as to share his or her land with others.

Of course, if you are a saint, just ignore what I said.

After all, those people are good at giving away other people's things as a token of love.

The whole world is working.

John also heard about the disappearance of some wizards.

The newly appointed king also needs to face a new test.

...

“How many are missing?”

John asked Tang Mi who brought him the message.

Tang Mi shook his head. "As far as I know, the most cases are in America. Three wizards have disappeared in Washington, and none have been found in other regions yet."

"The missing wizards are of different ages, male, female, and children."

Tang Mi said in a serious tone: "They are neighbors living in a Muggle community."

"Someone discovered their identities and had them arrested." This was Tang Mi's guess.

John glanced at the ring in his hand, "It's time."

"What to do?" Tang Mi was stunned.

John looked up, his face calm: "Give the country another pain point."

Provocation again and again.

John asked Donmi to find Rita Skeeter.

When he was the only one left in the office, he sat in his seat, rubbing his ring unconsciously.

"Sacrifice, a new reason."

There was a glimmer of darkness in his eyes.

Wizards who are still in the weak ranks need to always keep themselves in a position of justice and being forced to fight back.

And to do this, you need a qualified villain.

Greedy people choose to bully the weak, and the weak need a reason to fight back.

This is the case with Magic Crystal Island.

The same is true for this disappearance.

The founding of the wizard nation is imminent, and in a new display of power, John wants to let his allies know where justice stands.

In the absence of absolute power, even the world's beacon needs to be concerned about criticism from the outside world.

What's more, John had the evidence that they attacked wizards for no reason.

Although the word "weak" does not sound good, it is still worthy of sympathy.

Rita Skeeter arrives.

"Please give your orders, King." Rita said respectfully.

She doesn't look like the crazy woman who fabricated stories in the newspapers at all.

John smiled slightly, "Is that video still there?"

"Always on." Rita took out two video recorders.

One is for the magical world, the other is for the muggle world.

John looked at the muggle one and chuckled, "It's our turn to be tough this time."

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Chapter 770 Ugly face

Penelope is now the person most likely to complete the upgrade in the Ministry of Magic.

She might even reach a position no lower than that of the Minister of Magic.

You have to know that her position is an important position for external conversations.

Originally it was just a small office, but once the magic kingdom was established, it would most likely become an important diplomatic figure.

This made the wizards who had initially disagreed with this position regret it.

Who would have thought that the most underappreciated position would one day be able to stand up and call the shots.

Penelope is second only to Minister of Magic Percy.

Even Oz Hildre seemed to be overshadowed.

"Is this really necessary?" Penelope was doubtful and looked at John who appeared with Percy.

John raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you negotiate with the Muggles?"

"But..." Penelope looked conflicted, "That's America."