Chapter 761
The departure steps suddenly stopped.
Lightning flashed across the sky.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
The old street lights were vibrating and flickering hard.
The tenacious street lamp will eventually lose to time.
The lights go out.
All was dark.
The wizard heard nothing and whispered: "Lumos"
The wand lights up with a light that brings a sense of security.
He was about to smile.
But in the darkness where the light couldn't reach, two javelins connected to wires shot into the light, and the wizard was stabbed in the body.
Electricity passed through his body, making him unable to resist.
The wand fell to the ground, the wizard lost consciousness and was captured by the man.
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wizard.
Is it human?
Mycroft knew one answer, and it was also the vaguest answer.
This involves another issue.
In the same culture, is it the same belonging?
Wizards are a diverse group of people.
Some of these people are Americans, some are British, and some are from the East.
They share the same magical power, but they all appear among humans.
They have powers that humans do not have. Mycroft once saw a duel between two wizards.
The duel has been described as two armories hurling missiles at each other.
Wizards are not all so powerful.
In the eyes of those wizards, were those two people aliens?
the answer is negative.
So for humans 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 danger to wizards, but you also gave it medium."
Mycroft stood in front of the window blocked by the blinds, crossing his hands and staring at London under the gap.
"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister," he replied. "My advice is not to be an enemy."
The Prime Minister flipped through it again and put down the report, "I need an explanation."
"Obviously we can't really eliminate these wizards," Mycroft turned around. "Wizards are not aliens. They were born among humans."
"Even if we eliminate all those wizards, it won't help. They are humans, and we cannot eliminate humans."
Wizards are born among humans, and even if a group of them are eliminated, there will be new awakenings after a few years.
"Compared to the already fixed order of wizards, it will be extremely dangerous for new wizards to lose this cradle."
Mycroft walked towards the table and said: "It is more dangerous to let it become chaotic. It is better to let the wizard control those people."
"What did you see there?" the Prime Minister said solemnly, "I know you took away a private cruise ship. Even though it is a private asset, your movements still make me wonder whether you are being controlled."
Mycroft did not conceal his whereabouts from the highest authority.
Hearing the Prime Minister's suspicion, he shook his head and said: "I am not controlled, on the contrary, I am conscious."
"The strength of wizards cannot be estimated, and their abilities cannot be generalized."
"What I see is the future of our country."
Mycroft's eyes flashed, "Being the first country to establish diplomatic relations with that world will bring us enough benefits to ensure our security."
"Guarantee safety?" The Prime Minister smiled noncommittally.
"The most dangerous thing is always the opponent on our table." Mycroft said, "Have you forgotten the results achieved by the United States during World War II?"
"We also participated, but the results were taken away by them."
The Prime Minister looked a little unhappy when he mentioned this matter.
The original research was done by everyone together, and they also provided venue help.
In the end, the other party won all the results and also got the credit of defeating the Nazis.
It was also from that time that the gap between the two countries began to widen.
The Prime Minister said solemnly: "You need to ensure that what you say comes true."
"I can guarantee," Mycroft said firmly, "the wizard will be our partner."
"The plan we made," the Prime Minister pondered, "are we going to give up like this?"
"No," Mycroft looked up at the Queen's picture, "continue."
Cooperation is based on equality.
One day the country cannot be equal to them, and they will be at the mercy of others without protection.
"I need some capable people," Mycroft said, "and enough power."
"I will give you everything I can give you," the Prime Minister said, nodding, "on my watch."
Being alien is more than just appearance.
After all, ordinary people make up the majority in this world.
They can accept a special country that is equal to themselves, but they cannot accept someone who is above them.
This is true for Britain.
The same goes for America.
The difference is that what America thinks now is.
The aliens need to die.
Because those things are beyond your control.
And he doesn't want others to control these people.
Being selfish is right.
No one can be so selfless as to share his land with others.
Of course, if you are the Holy Mother, just pretend I didn’t say that.
After all, those people are good at giving away other people’s things as a gesture of love.
It's working all over the world.
The disappearance of some wizards also reached John's ears.
The newly appointed king also needs to face a new test.
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"How many are missing?"
John asked Tang Mi who sent him the news.
Tang Mi shook his head, "As far as we know, there are three wizards who have disappeared in Washington, the most in the United States, and they have not yet appeared in other areas."
"The missing wizards are of different ages. There are men, women, and children."
Tang Mi said in a condensed voice: "They are connected neighbors and live in a Muggle community."
"Someone discovered their identities and had them captured." This was Tang Mi's guess.
John looked at the ring in his hand and said, "It's time."
"What to do?" Tang Mi was stunned.
John raised his head with a calm expression: "Give the country another pain point."
Provocation again and again.
John asked Tang Mi to find Rita Skeeter.
When he was alone in the office, he sat in his seat and unconsciously rubbed the ring with his fingers.
"Sacrifice, a new reason."
There was a hint 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 so, a qualified villain is needed.
Greedy people choose to bully the weak, and the weak need a legitimate reason to fight back.
Magic Crystal Island is like this.
The same goes for this disappearance.
The founding of the Wizarding Nation is imminent, and in a new show of power, John wants to let his allies know where justice stands.
In the absence of absolute power, even the beacon of the world needs to be concerned about criticism from the outside world.
What's more, John holds the evidence that they attacked the wizard for no reason.
Although weak people don't sound good, they can make people sympathize with them.
Rita Skeeter arrives.
"Please give me your instructions, King." Rita said respectfully.
She doesn't look like the crazy woman who fabricated newspapers and periodicals at all.
John smiled slightly, "Is that video still there?"
"Always there." Rita took out the two video recorders.
One is from the wizarding world and the other is from 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
Penello is now the one most likely to be upgraded by the Ministry of Magic.
She may even reach a position no lower than that of the Minister of Magic.
Know that her position is an important position for external conversations.
It was originally just a small office, but when the Magic Kingdom is established, it will probably become an important member of the diplomatic community.
This made the wizards who were not satisfied 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 Percy, the Minister of Magic.
Even Ozzie Heard has a feeling of being overshadowed.
"Is this really going to happen?" Penello was surprised and looked at John who appeared with Percy.
John raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you negotiate with the Muggles?"
"But..." Penello looked confused, "That's America."
