I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John is really not fit to stand on the side of justice.

He is leading a war that uses human greed as a weapon.

Magic power energy, a pollution-free energy source.

And master in the wizarding world.

Penello called it an excavated crystal.

But actually, it was made by John.

Greedy Muggles don't know Legilimency and have no way of knowing, so they feel that it is 'new gold' flowing out of the ground like oil.

He turned his back to Percy, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

Lightning flashed across the clouds, and the silver light reflected the dark silhouette of John's half.

"Justice is vague, but it can restrain those groups who are willing to call themselves justice." John said with a low smile, "They will pay for their choices."

Percy looked at John, said silently for a while, "Muggle power is not so easy to deal with."

"So we're not destroying, but showing." John raised his eyebrows, "If it hurts once, they will know that the hedgehog's spikes pierce people."

"I picked the place for this war."

John snapped his fingers, the curtains were closed, and the darkness outside could not be seen.

He looked at Percy and asked seriously, "Do you think what I did was wrong?"

"You can't be wrong," said Percy, shaking his head. "It may be unjust, but it's right."

Justice and correctness are never bound together.

Just doesn't mean right.

And being right is not justice.

What the wizarding world needs is a correct leader, not a righteous leader.

Qilin's choice is pure kindness and justice, but it is not correct.

What John did was a conspiracy and a calculation, but it represented correctness.

He turned the emerald ring on his finger and murmured: "I think we are too loose, like loose sand."

...

Mycroft looked at the energy test report, he put it down, and looked at the opposite Prime Minister.

"Remember those wood chips?" the prime minister said in a low voice, "the same energy."

"I know the mystery and power of those things," Mycroft said thoughtfully, "What I care more about is how he will show this thing in front of us."

"He wants to show up?" Mycroft shook his head and said, "No, it's not."

"What was expressed from the mouth of that Miss Clearwater is the same as allowing other countries to recognize the legitimacy of their magical world."

"We solved a diplomatic accident because of this thing, didn't we?" the Prime Minister said, "The United States is a difficult thing to deal with, and now they are eyeing this thing."

"With all due respect, Mr. Prime Minister." Mycroft said with the elegance of an English gentleman, without haste or slowness, "This is an untasted apple."

"Is it the forbidden fruit that opens a new era, or the queen's poisoned apple?"

Even the prime minister needs to value the wisdom of the minister trusted by the queen.

Forbidden fruit or poison apple.

Mycroft puts an unknown label on this tantalizing energy.

They bite down anxiously, will it be brilliant, or will they die from poison?

Politicians are not knights, they have to consider more factors.

For the development of the country, eating the forbidden fruit, even if it is to oppress the magic world, is just a small deal.

"For the sake of your tenure, I would suggest that waiting and watching is a good bet."

"America will be more greedy, and the fruits they eat will bear fruit sooner," McCoff said.

The Prime Minister hesitated for a while, nodded and said, "Maintain the current relationship with the wizarding world."

Mycroft nodded to his sensible approach.

The Prime Minister was still persuaded.

At present, there are no more than ten people who know the magic power energy.

People in both countries need to be considered.

The crisis between the two sides has been lifted, and it seems that friendship has returned.

Like a traitorous Admiral Ted, the Banshee was blamed for a re-run and unfortunately ran aground causing a powertrain failure.

The above people died in an accident and were taken to British waters.

He Ximu's explanation will inevitably be questioned by some people.

But as long as the skin is thick enough, the tacit understanding between the two countries is enough to suppress this diplomatic accident.

The representatives of the United States came here in private because they did not want to put this matter on the negotiating table between the two countries.

Solve problems in private, quietly make big problems disappear.

McCoff got up to leave.

The Prime Minister asked: "Are you interested in the wizarding world?"

"No," McCoff paused, shook his head and said, "I care about the country."

Even brighter than his nimble brains were Mycroft's eyes and intuition.

He is better at seeing people than investigating cases.

The young man who represented the wizarding world, John Wick.

When he had first met the man at the Wicks' house, he had classified him as dangerous.

In the file code-named '0', there are many doubts.

And next to the file, the task code named 'Qing 0' is looking for members.

Along with it, there is a plan that only two people know about.

Codename, 'Witch Hunt'.

Mycroft must remain sober and calm at all times, because he has too many responsibilities on his shoulders.

He is the brain hidden in the dark.

...

At Webb's feet is a body.

"stop……"

The fallen figure struggled weakly.

Webb's wand hangs down, green light flickers letting life die.

He walked forward and came to a door.

He knocked politely on the door.

"Please wait."

A crisp female voice came from inside.

Web waited silently for a moment.

The door in front of me was opened.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with long brown hair appeared in shorts and short sleeves.

After seeing Webb, the girl was obviously puzzled.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hmm... please wait a moment." Webb took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at the name on it, and asked politely, "Is this the home of Tout Mario?"

"That's my dad, what's the matter with you?" the girl said, "He's not here now, I can convey it for you."

"That's such a pity."

Webb said regretfully, "I need to talk to him about something very important."

The ear-piercing siren sounded, and Webb smiled and said, "Then please convey it to him."

"Okay." The girl waited for Webb's next words.

Webb raised his wand.

"Thank you for his dedication to the wizarding world."

This is a terrorist attack, but also an assassination.

After receiving the news, Taut Mario came to the house in a police car, opened the door and ran down directly.

He looked at the corpse that had been moved out of the house, panting heavily and his eyes widened.

"No, no, no!"

He staggered and ran over, reaching out tremblingly, about to open the body bag.

A hand pressed his hand, it was a sheriff who was also a father.

He shook his head and couldn't bear to say: "Mr. Congressman, you need to be prepared."

Looking at the sheriff, Taut Mario nodded with difficulty.

Little by little he unzips.

A bloodied corpse, her throat slit.

At the door of Mario's house, there were shocking bloodstains on the traces of struggle.

"She tried to call for help," the sheriff said in a deep voice. "The man slit her throat unexpectedly, watched her crawl on the ground, and dragged her back to the house."

"who is it!"

Tout couldn't keep calm, he growled, "Who killed my daughter!"

He swore that he must kill that person with his own hands!

"Other bodies have been found around the property and we need to investigate."

It was the first time the sheriff had encountered such a difficult case.

Not only because of the congressman involved, but also because of the superb killing technique.

Their only evidence was a passerby who found the body.

He found the body lying outside, and after calling the police, the police officers who arrived did not find the murderer.

It can be seen from the time of the girl's death that the murderer left not long ago.

Just when this happened, a few more days passed.

Another murder happened.

The same method, simply and neatly killed.

The one who died was an official.

Then, it happened again.

That person is wandering around the city.

Let the jittery atmosphere wrap here.

Finally one time.

The man was caught open.

The bullet hit the man.

The sheriff looked at the swearing colonel, and the police officer handed over an evidence bag.

"It's impossible!" The colonel's eyes widened, and he looked at the deformed warhead.

His shooting performance in the army is among the top few. It is absolutely impossible for the bullets he shoots to miss, not to mention that the person has his back facing him.

Could that be a ghost?

Things get bigger and bigger.

Web stood in front of the great white building, the Deathly Hallows symbol in his hand was heating up.

"Crazy." Webb drew his wand.

...

"Crazy indeed."

John watched the TV, waves in his calm eyes.

Sitting on the sofa, John looked at Tang Mi who was beside him.

As the founder of Silver Hand Mobility, it is not uncommon for John to have a TV at home.

He asked: "Do you believe that someone will give everything for their ideals?"

Tang Mi was stunned for a moment, and said reverently: "For the sake of your lord, I am willing to do this."

John heard this and turned his gaze back to the TV.

The scene that was scrambled to be reported made him understand that a crisis was approaching.

...