I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

[Ding, the task is completed, get magic blood +1, any point +5, blessing: Witch King]

[The Witch King: The highest glory of a wizard, on the throne, spreading the kindness and blessings of the Witch King]

mission completed.

John's mouth curled into a smile.

As the news of the founding of the wizarding world spread.

The wizards of the whole world are boiling.

Although he had been prepared, Fred still held his breath when the news came out of the mouth of the king.

"Fred, breathe, Fred!"

Angelina noticed her husband's strangeness and hurriedly reminded him.

Fred breathed heavily, and he smiled at George.

This world, after all, continues to move forward under the glory of the king.

The wizarding world will eventually become a loyal follower of John Wick.

City of wizards.

A place of nowhere.

It's a wizard's utopia, where you don't have to worry about being seen by Muggles when you use magic, and you don't have to worry about crashing into a plane during a Quidditch match.

Only wizards can enter.

Those who are reluctant to part with their homeland can settle in other countries after applying for a visa in the city of wizards.

The wizard's migration is scheduled for October.

That was the day that the nation of wizards officially emerged.

...

America.

The minister was faking it, listening to a eulogy for their shipwrecked soldiers.

He was wearing sunglasses, surrounded by bear-like bodyguards holding umbrellas for him.

Listening to those eulogies, his thoughts were that he could spend the night with some supermodels.

He bowed his head, as if mourning.

But he was thinking about the girls on the cover of Time Magazine, that playboy always competed with him, it was really annoying.

"Minister." A person walking beside him whispered softly.

Originally, the minister who was thinking about being a supermodel restrained his grief, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After the mourning service, the minister strode to one of his properties.

As a politician, not having some invisible wealth is a disgrace to one's own identity.

He walked in, and in front of the huge fish tank that occupied the entire wall, the British gentleman was admiring the so-called culprit that the fleet died while trying to escape, a small whale.

"Wow, look, who is this?"

The minister walked in, opened his hands, showed a false smile, and exaggerated like an old friend: "The famous Mycroft, that clever brain, can see what happened in the last week in three seconds."

He stopped not far from Mycroft, turned around, showed off his tall suit, and said with a smile, "What do you see?"

Mycroft cast a sideways glance and said, "You attended a funeral."

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

"Yesterday's girl was very wild. On your neck, there is a mark of being knocked by teeth. Let me see." McCoff also followed the performance, walked over and pulled the collar, and said, "The family is rich. , the girl did not have crooked teeth and had braces."

"An unworldly student with a little Spanish blood."

The minister applauded in amazement, but his expression was a little bad.

McCoff took out a towel with both hands and wiped his hands touching the neckline, and said casually, "I'm not here to play games with you, Francis."

In front of the minister, he seemed to have touched something dirty.

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

"That group of people?" The minister continued to pretend, "Who are they?"

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

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

"You are too confident."

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

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

He walked past the ugly minister, not worried about the other party's identity at all.

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

"When someone unleashes a weapon of mass destruction in the Atlantic Ocean in the name of a drill, I should know." Mycroft tilted his head slightly so that he could see the half of his face in the shadows.

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

"I'm not meddling in my own business, I'm just telling you for the sake of the country," McCoff stopped at the door and said again, "Also, has anyone said that your acting skills are poor?"

The Minister's face darkened completely after McCoff left.

He took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Check it out for me! Where are those damn sewer rats!"

He growled into the phone, shut it off, and sat sullenly in front of the fish tank, all by himself.

Those wizards are not dead?

The ability to appear and disappear instantly appeared in the minister's mind.

No, no!

You must destroy it yourself.

Also, those magical energies.

He narrowed his eyes, showing a dangerous look.

If it is not dead, it means that the energy is still there.

The president's timid guy might be scared out of his wits.

If so, let yourself figure it out.

After arresting those wizards, he couldn't believe that he would be able to know where those guys gathered.

Wizard energy.

If you can master it, it will be a major capital that you can gain a foothold in the United States and even the world.

The minister was thinking in his mind that he had already extended his malice to the wizard.

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

Treat these wizards as subjects for study, as they once were.

evil?

Didn't that experiment create a hero?

How could it be evil?

That's just.

What is justice?

Power is justice!

...

Mycroft played a round of golf, and at the golf course in Washington, he hit a beautiful golf swing.

"Pretty standard posture."

The man next to him with the golf club clapped his hands.

"Really?" said Mycroft, putting down his club. "How does it compare to Watson John?"

"In this way, of course you are more standard, Mr. McCoff."

The man is very sensible and compliments this existence that can represent a country.

Mycroft looked at the man, "A batch of the ammunition you smuggled passed through his cargo lane, Olof."

The man named Olof has a long face and his hair is combed back to make his hairline look high.

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

He raised his hand and shook it in front of him, "Although it sounds scary, but Mr. McCoff, you should know that there are people who are acquiescing behind these businesses."

Those who can do arms, how can they do it without some backing.

That's why Yuri Olov can play golf in front of Mycroft with aplomb.

Mycroft glanced at him, "Then let me tell you, what if Francis dies?"

Yuri's smile stagnated, and he confirmed again and again: "Are you kidding me?"

That big backer even wants to give the president three points of face. Do you think he is going to collapse?

Yuri felt that this smart man was joking with himself, but his experience in 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 Mycroft, he is not a person who tells a lot of lies.

Yuri was silent for a long time, he looked up at the indifferent face from the beginning to the end, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

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

"Are you sure you're not joking?" Yuri was dumbfounded.

Such a big deal, even at the expense of coming here in person, but you told me that you want me to cooperate with the hotel?

His mind turned quickly, and with a flash of inspiration, he asked, "Is he yours?"

"I'm like you," Mycroft said, "just in cooperation."

After thinking about it for a long time, Yuri actually didn't have much choice.

If Francis is gone, he will be liquidated.

New people will replace him. The largest arms dealer in the world is not these small shrimps, but a big country like a lighthouse.

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

To be able to maintain it, we can only find new methods.

Yuri hesitated and agreed.

McCoff didn't leave him a business card either, and got up to leave.

He is going to fly back from here today.

After all, his identity sensitivity is basically similar to that of the prime minister.

He came out in the name of a vacation.

It cost him a rest of the afternoon.

Hurry back to avoid being photographed.

And my favor is over.

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

That battle is still fresh in his memory.

Non-human combat is far beyond what ordinary fighters can achieve today.

I need a stronger force.

A faint light flashed in Mycroft's eyes.

In his mind, a plan for wizards, and because of more wizard-like situations unfolds in the future.

...