Chapter 1155: Special Forces Specialized in Dealing with Magical Affairs

Hunter is a soldier, and what he hates most is formalism and bureaucracy.

The makeshift troupe came on stage and just talked big, playing a good hand badly, and in the end it was the general public who suffered.

After drinking another glass of whiskey, he looked at Vincent with complicated eyes.

Having told him so many top-secret information about the wizarding world, it definitely wasn't just to complain to him.

He laughed at himself and said, "Tell me, your personality is just like that old ghost Eric. What do you want me to do for you this time?"

Vincent blinked his eyes slightly embarrassedly. "Uncle Hunter, you really have a unique vision. You are so accurate in judging people and things. I really admire your judgment."

Hunter instantly became alert. "Don't—the more you say that, the more scared I get."

Actually, you can't blame him. Last year, Wayne and his son said they were visiting the Air Force base, and then they dismantled a most advanced fourth-generation and a half fighter jet in front of him. They tore it into pieces, not even leaving a screw behind.

If he hadn't been able to put it back together miraculously, he would have been killed by the old men in the military.

"Ahem—" Vincent sat up straight, which made Hunter nervous.

"Uncle Hunter, Voldemort's return will undoubtedly trigger a new round of wizarding war, involving the Muggle world just like it did more than a decade ago."

Hunter frowned. He had met many terrorists. These people would not consider the consequences of their actions. As long as they could achieve their goals, they would do anything, no matter how cruel.

If Voldemort were to suddenly go to the Houses of Parliament or Buckingham Palace...

Hunter's eyes grew sharp. "Your Ministry of Magic refuses to acknowledge Voldemort's return. If the situation becomes critical, they won't even be able to protect themselves, right?"

Soldiers don't have too many cunning thoughts. Now that a dangerous person like Voldemort has returned, any British Ministry of Magic with some strength will choose to kill him secretly.

However, the reality is that in order to conceal the truth, they would even rather make a child a scapegoat.

Vincent forced a smile. "As much as I hate to admit it, ordinary wizards aren't much better than Muggles."

Hunter shook his head and filled the empty glass in front of him with whiskey. "Your father took me on a tour of the wizarding world. Most of the wizards I saw in Diagon Alley didn't feel intimidating. If it was one-on-one, I'm confident I could knock him down before he even pulled out his wand."

Muggles' fear of wizards stems from the unknown, not magic.

As long as you understand the conditions for releasing magic, there is nothing to be afraid of wizards.

Vincent nodded in agreement. "Once an ordinary wizard loses his wand, it's almost equivalent to losing all his fighting power. Their over-reliance on magic has led to the neglect of physical training. No matter how good their physique is, they are nothing more than a punching bag."

Hunter became alert again.

Shouldn't a wizard's weakness be a top secret? How could it be revealed so easily?

He took a sip of whiskey to calm his nerves. "In that case, we can't rely on the Ministry of Magic anymore. We can only rely on ourselves, right?"

Vincent nodded and shook his head, "Uncle Hunter, if you had a dedicated special forces, the situation would be completely different."

Hunter gripped the crystal wine glass tightly, his brow furrowing even deeper. "A special force dedicated to dealing with magical affairs? If the old men in the military knew about the existence of the magical world, they would definitely dream of establishing such a force."

He suddenly sighed, "But you also know the relationship between our army and the royal family. If we had a force like this, they wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

The United Kingdom has the Royal Air Force and the Royal Navy, but the Army does not have a royal title.

It all dates back to the English Civil War in the 17th century, when the Parliamentarian army defeated the Royalists and executed Charles I, causing the restored royal family to harbor resentment towards the army.

The Bill of Rights of 1689 clearly stipulated that the king could not maintain a standing army in peacetime, and the army had to be approved by Parliament to be established. Therefore, legally, the army was under the jurisdiction of Parliament.

The British Parliament is divided into the House of Lords and the House of Commons:

The House of Lords is composed of non-elected persons such as descendants of the royal family, hereditary peers, life peers (such as former prime ministers), bishops and judicial peers.

Members of the House of Commons are directly elected through constituencies, with a term of up to five years, and exercise legislative power on behalf of public opinion.

Although almost all cabinet members and the Prime Minister came from the House of Commons, only the Prime Minister in the House of Commons was clearly aware of the existence of the magical world. Unlike the royal descendants and nobles in the House of Lords, their ancestors had more or less contact with wizards, and most of them knew about the existence of the magical world.

If the Army were to establish a special force to deal with magical affairs, the House of Lords would certainly not sit idly by and allow the Army, which was labeled "anti-royal", to have full control over such an important force.

Hunter felt a headache when he thought about the political problems in the future. He clinked Vincent's glass, then tilted his head back and took a big sip of whiskey.

It is not possible to set up a special force to deal with magical affairs in the name of the army, but there are other ways.

Vincent gently swirled the little whiskey left in the crystal glass. "Uncle Hunter, weren't you promoted to lieutenant colonel? You have your own unit now."

Hunter was stunned at first, then glared at him fiercely, "Good boy, I am your uncle after all. I held you in my arms when you were less than a month old. I didn't expect you to want to see me dismembered by those high-ranking members of parliament."

"How could that be?" Vincent drank the whiskey in the crystal glass. "Uncle Hunter, you should have more trust in me. Almost all the members of the British Ministry of Magic were mobilized, but they still made me run to France."

He put on a harmless expression and said, "I'll definitely get you out before the congressmen cut you into pieces."

Hunter twitched his lips and said, "Get lost. This matter is not negotiable."

Vincent picked up the bottle and poured him a glass of wine. "Uncle Hunter, think about it. If you were to establish such a significant force, your name would definitely be written into human history."

"Haha—so what? Who will remember me after hundreds of years?"

In Hunter's view, the existence of magic is equivalent to a state secret, and the government will not choose to disclose it for decades or even hundreds of years to come.

Vincent put the bottle away, his eyes as mysterious as the deep ocean. "It doesn't have to be hundreds of years. Maybe just a few years."

"Ah?" Hunter felt extremely unfamiliar with him for a moment.

Maybe it was just these few years? Why did he think so?

Wait a minute – this kid’s other teacher was a revolutionary. Although he failed in the end, he went to Germany some time ago and rescued all the old men.

Could it be that……

Hunter pretended to be calm and raised his glass to take a sip of whiskey. His slightly trembling hands showed his complicated mood.

"Uncle Hunter, I intend to disclose the existence of magic."

There was a dull thud, and Hunter's head was buzzing.

He met Vincent's eyes stiffly, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly just now."

"I said I was going to make the existence of magic known."

Hunter said "Oh" and stood up suddenly. "Well... I still have a mission. Let's leave it at that for now. You can stay in this room tonight. I'll say hello to the front desk."

He walked quickly to the door, but couldn't turn the doorknob no matter how hard he tried.

This bastard is just like his father!

Hunter turned and walked back, picked up the bottle in front of Vincent and poured whiskey into his mouth in gulps.

"You win, little bastard."

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