Cardcaptor at Hogwarts

"It seems that you two are determined to fool me?"

Adam didn't even look at the evidence document. The two old men in front of him, whether they were etheric bodies, mental bodies or spiritual bodies, were clearly saying that they were lying.

And he already knew who the real messenger was, the fourth vice-chairman of the Magic Congress Headquarters - George Graves.

"Mr. Adam, what do you mean?"

The two vice presidents looked at Adam and frowned:

"We have faithfully handed over the messenger of the Lord. Isn't Mr. Adam still satisfied?"

"I'm afraid Mr. Fudge will not support your actions against the Magical Congress, Mr. Adam!"

"Haha, he really won't. After all, he is dead...how long ago? Forget it, that's not important."

Adam sighed and stood up from the chair:

"People without power, even if they shout loudly until they are hoarse, no one will care; people with power, even if they speak softly, people will listen carefully."

Raising his hand and holding the wand, Adam knocked away an Auror who was chanting a spell at him.

"I have always thought that it is right to replace the power in this sentence with strength, but I have forgotten one thing. This strength must have a prerequisite-that is, the strength known to the outside world."

The Auror flew backwards and crashed through two walls before stopping in the third wall. Half of his body was embedded in the wall, and he looked limp. At least 78 bones were broken.

"what you up to?"

The two vice-chairmen's hearts tightened, and they shouted sternly while gesturing to call people:

"I'm warning you not to mess around! This is the headquarters of MACUSA!"

But remembering the large group of Aurors lying on the ground just downstairs just yesterday, the voices of the two vice-chairmen inevitably sounded a bit harsh.

Who would have thought that they had handed over a vice chairman to take the blame, and this guy would actually choose to break up with him directly?

Even if you are not satisfied, you can still raise any conditions!

Don’t the British people now follow the Basic Law in their negotiations?

The two vice-presidents were waiting for someone, and Adam was also waiting for someone. Since he was going to take action, what was the use of just killing an Auror and two vice-presidents?

Since he decided to let the world know his strength, then a MACUSA... would barely be enough.

To be honest, there are very few official forces in the world like the Magical Congress of the United States of America that would not feel the phantom pain of conscience even if they killed Adam seven times.

When I was young, the Ministry of Magic over there was considered one, but unfortunately, the mysterious people there were not very knowledgeable, and their strength and status were not up to par. What Adam wanted was the final word.

"I still remember that yesterday, just yesterday afternoon, you promised to get to the bottom of things and find the person who convicted my innocent friend."

When the Aurors who were close came over, they heard Adam talking to their deputy chairman.

"But we obviously did it!"

Facing the rebuttals of the two vice-chairmen, Adam chuckled and shook his head:

"Don't make trouble. We are all wizards. Legilimency, Veritaserum... There are too many ways to judge authenticity. Not everything can be covered up by death."

"You dare to use Legilimency on us?!"

One vice chairman's face twitched, while the other frowned:

"You're lying. I cast a spell on this conference room in advance. You can't use Legilimency on us here!"

"Then do you dare to take a sip of the truth serum?"

Faced with Adam's words, the vice chairman avoided answering:

"It's a joke. There are witnesses and physical evidence. Why should we drink veritaserum because of your one-sided story?"

"It is a sophistry that forms a closed logical loop. It seems that we cannot convince the other party. In this case, there is no use in talking more."

With a stroke of Adam's wand, pitch-black fire burst into flames and quickly spread to the entire building:

"People's hearts are unpredictable. The so-called commitment and credibility are ultimately a measure of the strength of both parties. Those who dare to break promises have the confidence that the other party will not dare to retaliate."

"Then, show me, what is the source of your confidence in betraying your trust? If it is just these chickens and dogs, then it will be too disappointing."

Red light, green light, explosions, flames... In the intertwining of various magics, the Woolworth Building was completely engulfed by the dark fire, and finally slowly collapsed with a roar...

"Merlin's fourth uncle's big flowered coat, you just knocked down the Magical Congress of the United States?"

Colon looked at the newspaper in his hand, and then at Adam who seemed to be fine, and felt that the world was so dreamy.

"What? Let me be healthy!"

Bernard suddenly rushed behind Cologne, bent down and put his shoulder on his shoulder to look at the newspaper. The front page showed the image of the Woolworth Building collapsing in the fire, and it was still dynamic.

"Wow, this reporter's photography skills are pretty good, oh, this writing style is also pretty good." At that time, the roar filled my ears, like a heavy groan, and like a dying lament, I looked at the collapsed Woolvo Building, as if seeing the collapsed backbone of Magical Congress of the United States of America'..."

Bernard straightened up, shook his head and said:

"If it weren't for the fact that the second page was about a prize-winning contest about the vice chairman who would be transferred to New York, I would have thought how patriotic the newspaper's publisher was."

"America, that's what she looks like."

Adam shrugged:

"Oh, by the way, I've recovered your debt."

"Ah, Uther hasn't won the championship yet... Forget it, it will happen sooner or later."

Bernard took the suitcase, his expression suddenly became serious, and he looked at Adam:

"Did you really kill everyone in the Woolworth Building?"

Cologne also looked at Adam.

"How could it be possible? The Woolworth Building has at least hundreds of floors. Even if there are only ten people on one floor, it would take me a long time to kill them, not to mention how fast wizards run."

Adam shook his head:

"And I used Grindelwald's Fiendfyre, you know, it can identify the target it touches... Being burned to death means that he has violated American wizard law and is enough to be sentenced to death, or in their own cognition, they have sinned so badly that they deserve to die."

After being transformed by Adam, the Fiendfyre became more idealistic, and the basis for its judgment came from the person who touched the flame.

The death penalty in the law of the place where the other party belongs in their cognition, and the other party's judgment of their own good and evil as bad enough to die, if one of them is met, they will be attacked by the Fiendfyre.

It should be noted that a person knowing that he is doing evil and taking pride in it, and that what he does in his cognition is sinful and deserves death, these two things do not conflict, the basis of this magic is objective cognition.

"So there are actually only a few dozen people who were burned to death, and the rest basically just ran away, especially the civilian staff, who should have been transferred to other branches through various means long ago."

Adam felt a little regretful that he did not achieve his goal well this time.

He originally thought that the headquarters of the Magic Congress was attacked so badly, and the branch should have gathered people to kill, but he did not expect that no one came after he waited for a long time.

When he realized something was wrong, he chased after it through the space traces left on the ruins. Wow, there was no one even in the branch!

Don't the people of the Magic Congress have any sense of collective honor?