I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Before they even got close, the suffocating fear began to overwhelm them.

The sky became dark.

Above the clouds, black and white owls dance with thunder.

"Boom!"

A crash of thunder.

The sky reflected the ferocious image of a black dragon.

This scene was also discovered by some people in Washington.

Riots began to break out, with some people convinced they had seen demons.

That is a dark existence that will destroy everything.

Some people also smashed things crazily and ran into the store to steal things inside.

Fear spread quickly throughout the area like a plague.

The soldiers sent out in advance also began to suppress the riots.

Death was flapping its wings towards them.

Ruth's legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't walk.

The president's cigarette had burned to the butt, his fingers were burned, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

Ashes fall.

The shadow moved slowly towards them along the ground.

death.

The word death popped up quickly in the minds of both of them at the same time.

Frequent and repetitive occupancy of the mind.

escape?

Can't escape.

Ruth's teeth were chattering and he accidentally bit his tongue.

It left a rusty taste in his mouth and made the physical fear recede.

Thinking of his daughter, he realized that there was no way out.

He pulled himself together, nudged the president with his hand, and whispered, "Mr. President."

The president came to his senses only after being reminded.

He immediately threw away the cigarette butt that burned his fingers.

Cold sweat ran across his forehead.

Even though he was determined to die, cold sweat broke out on his back.

The shadow was no more than two meters away from them.

Slowly advancing, it came to one meter in front of them.

Half a meter.

Thirty centimeters.

Three inches.

One inch.

stop.

The two were about to relax when they saw a shadow covering their bodies without warning.

Falling from the sky, the huge body swept with hot wind and wrapped around the two of them.

The car was blown backwards and they tensed up and struggled to keep themselves steady.

Wait until the hot wind caused by the giant dragon landing passes.

They opened their eyes that were blinded by the wind.

Death, this is what it feels like.

Looking up, that huge body looks like the god of death on earth.

The dragon of destruction has ferocious claws and fangs, and there is no light on its inky scales.

The president's breathing became difficult and he held his heart.

Ruth quickly looked at his body, standing in the shadow.

His face, however, uncharacteristically banished the fear.

"Success!"

He grabbed the president’s arm and shook him, shouting, “Our lives were not taken away!”

This means that the World-Destroying Dragon came here for a negotiation and diplomacy, just as he guessed.

The purpose is not destruction, which is unprecedented good news.

After his reminder, the president also reacted.

The weak humans gained a glimmer of hope.

They looked at the dragon, how should they communicate?

...

Chapter 785 You Don’t Want Me to Be a Human

Just when the two were in distress.

The surrounding scenery changes.

By the time they reacted, they found themselves surrounded by an empty manor.

This place was unusually empty. In the huge room, there was only a sofa and a table.

On the sofa, a young man with black hair and wearing a luxurious wizard robe was holding a cup of black tea.

"Please take a seat."

The young man's voice was full of irresistible meaning.

The President and Rutte looked at each other, neither of them could guess where this place was.

Fortunately, they could roughly guess the identity of the person opposite them.

Root looked around and asked, "Where do we sit?"

"Anywhere." John raised an eyebrow.

Without realizing it, Root found himself sitting down.

The president is right beside him.

"Black tea or coffee?" John continued to ask.

"Coffee, please." The president tugged at his tie to make his breathing less oppressive.

He stared at John's face and asked, "Have we met?"

"Mr. President, you are really forgetful." John chuckled, "Don't you remember last night?"

last night?

stove!

The President remembered who this was.

The one who talks to himself.

"Are you the Witch King?" He didn't expect that the so-called Witch King was actually a young man.

John said casually, "Obviously the answer is yes."

Ruth also became concerned, this person was the Witch King.

"Forgive my previous rudeness," the president said, knowing that this was not the time to put on airs. "I hope we can have a new negotiation."

"Oh?" John raised the cup, and the teapot floated in the air and poured him a cup of hot tea with white smoke.

He took a sip of his tea and said nonchalantly, "I once showed you kindness, Mr. President."

"Your reward, however, was harm to wizards, the attack on Magic Crystal Island, and the capture of wizards in the Plymouth Colony."

"You contemptuously call wizards rats," John shook his head, "but you forget that in the Middle Ages, the source of the Black Death was rats."

He did not have the humility that comes with talking to the leader of the most powerful country, but rather was indifferent and overly calm.

"You were the one who indulged and instructed Francis. How can I repay your kindness?"

John's calm words always make people break out in a cold sweat.

The president's mind was working quickly. His previous arrogance was indeed too stupid.

"Equality, this is your condition, I have shown it to you." John said calmly, "Now, let me see what you can convince me of."

The dragon of destruction was right at the doorstep of Washington, and the two felt the pressure had increased too much.

Not only that, John did not stop pressuring the two.

He took out a pocket watch and opened it. The time inside showed that there were less than three minutes left.

The second hand moves in the pocket watch.

He pushed it slowly over.

Seeing the remaining time, Lute took a deep breath and said seriously: "We apologize for our previous arrogance, respected Witch King."

"But I know you don't come with destruction."

"Not with destruction?" John laughed. "A lot of places in America have been destroyed."

"Yes, I know." Root looked at John seriously, "But Westview is an exception, isn't it?"

"What you attacked was the base where the wizards were imprisoned and the base you were going to attack."

"I see your kindness in this regard."

"Mercy? I never thought that one day killing would be called mercy." John said with emotion, "You have convinced me a little, Mr. Root."

"Try harder, and maybe I'll be persuaded by you."

Ruth listened to the tone of the other person's voice and realized that the other person was just looking at a toy.

"People who are not equal cannot have a conversation at the same table," Root took a deep breath, "Even if Washington is destroyed, it will not benefit the wizarding world at all."

"You're wrong," John said jokingly, "Wizards need a piece of land as their home."

“Washington is pretty good.”

John snapped his fingers and the scenery around him changed.

The empty room turned white, and then the surroundings gradually became a place with fewer tall buildings and modern civilization.

"The United States was founded by slaughtering the indigenous people of this land."

They saw that the original owners of this land were slaughtered by the army that came from the ocean.

"Killing is the essence of development. I am just repeating what you have done." John relaxed his posture, dropped the cup in his hand and disappeared, leaned comfortably on the sofa and said, "I don't think there is anything wrong."

When his own history was brought up, the president quickly said, "No, it's different. We are trying to survive."

"I am also doing this for survival!" John interrupted him with a sharp look in his eyes, "Have you forgotten who drove the wizards out of the land?"

Of course it is me.

The president had no words to grievance because when he was bullying wizards, no one said they had such terrible weapons.

Rutte glanced at the president. Although he graduated from a prestigious university, he was not a good choice for diplomacy.