Chapter 706 The first explosion, the so-called truth
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Saints blew up the factory, or the British factory.
Percy dealt with the matter urgently.
But because the resulting situation is too large and involves a wide range.
Not even the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters had time to act.
Percy had a headache, but fortunately no Muggles witnessed this incident.
Harry Potter also successfully saved the Aurors at a critical moment by using the Iron Armor Curse gathered together.
An Auror died, and the body was brought back to the Ministry of Magic.
His family was notified to watch their son, father, in the Auror office.
Abbe said: "The saint was going to blow up the factory, and another one came later."
She said guiltily, "I wish I could find out."
"It's not your fault," Ozzy Heard, director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, said with hatred in his eyes. "No one would have imagined what they would do to those saints."
Oz looked at the other man.
"Potter, I didn't expect we would meet here."
As a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Oz is also a teacher-level person to Harry.
"Professor Hilde," said Harry, "that man..."
"Never mind," said Oz, "saints are not worthy of our mourning."
"No, I mean the other one," Harry said after a moment of thought, "there's a saint who wields Fiendfyre, and his Fiendfyre is so powerful, it's like..."
He looked for a comparable word in his mind, and said, "A powerful magic like Altdorf."
"Altdorf?" Ozzy looked serious, "Altdorf Edgar?"
A guy who was once famous for being vicious, but there is a guy who can be compared with him?
"No, Altdorf may be stronger than him, and he is similar in fire." Harry was almost taken over by Altdorf at the beginning, and he had a weighing in his mind.
After being taught by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry also became stronger.
Ozzy also fell into thinking, such a powerful wizard should not be unknown.
"I see, Potter, you did a good job." Oz encouraged, "You saved the lives of the Aurors. I think you will be rewarded soon."
"But people died," Harry hesitated. "I shouldn't accept the award."
"It's to your credit, Potter," said Oz, "without you, Abe and they would all be dead."
The public is the public, and the past is the past.
Harry was ashamed that he hadn't saved the Auror, but he had saved the others.
No one can be perfect.
...
John put down the A4 paper, and a relationship diagram had already appeared in his mind.
"Grindelwald, your road is really wide."
English, French, German, American.
This is just what I found out, those Muggles are all in contact with Grindelwald.
And those people's positions are not low.
Either a general or second lieutenant in control of one side, or a high-ranking official in an important department.
No matter which one, Grindelwald's contact with these people is a cooperative relationship.
They need to let Grindelwald create chaos, so as to obtain most of the benefits and power in it.
Through these weapons, Grindelwald can declare war on the Muggle world and the wizarding world.
"An enemy of everyone." John closed his eyes.
His eyes turned gray again, and he peered into the future again.
The self in the future fights Grindelwald, it is a deathmatch, killing each other at all costs.
The frown never loosened, John saw an explosion.
Not in any other city, but in London.
The bombs detonated engulfed half of London.
Tens of thousands died, and the Muggles waged war.
He saw shadows, shadows enveloping the Muggle army.
Death is like a withered plant.
Gray disappeared, and John looked at the prophecy ball in front of him.
He picked up the prophecy ball, and the prophecy ball turned into powder in his hand and drifted away with the wind.
"Muggles wage war." John stroked the ring, thinking about the future.
This is a war waged against wizards, and once it begins, it cannot be undone.
Muggles and wizards need to perish.
"The explosion was the key, the bomb that exploded in the center of London."
He was lost in thought.
Muggle investigations of wizards are on the rise.
Today's explosion couldn't hide from the smart people among Muggles, and wizards took another step on the verge of exposure.
"Continuous cover-ups make people suspicious, and the truth is often a bridge of communication."
John pointed at the table, "I need a chance to communicate."
He's not Fudge, but he wouldn't foolishly threaten the prime minister of a country.
What's more, the one in London is even more difficult than the prime minister.
Snape, a senior undercover agent, couldn't get too close to him.
Mycroft is gradually grasping the information of the wizarding world, and he is one of the smartest people in the world.
Gaming with such a person requires a less clever approach.
Just as John was thinking, he saw a surprising owl.
odd.
The gray owl with a big head stepped on the railing outside with big feet.
He poked his head to see if Basil was inside.
"Basil isn't here," John said, speechless, "come in."
Hearing that Basil was not there, Qiqi flew in.
The moment it came in, it turned back into a fire dragon, and let out a dragon roar with an aggrieved appearance.
"I know you have been wronged, but you have also gained something, for example..." John thought for a while and said, "Look at you, you have lost so much weight during this period, and you lost it by eating vegetables."
Kiki let out a low growl, I'm a fire dragon, not a puppy.
"Okay, okay, I'll help you improve your food when I go back," John patted Kiki's big head.
Looking outside, John saw a white shadow flying in.
next second.
Like a galloping fighter jet, it kicked Qiqi's forehead from the sky, and directly kicked the fire dragon back to the owl.
Like kicking a rubber ball, Basil kept admonishing the little brother who delivered letters with his back turned away.
Qiqi was beaten passively.
It sometimes doubts whether it is a fire dragon or this owl?
Whose owl can kick a fire dragon with one kick?
"Don't type for too long, Basil." John shook his head helplessly and opened the letter.
It's from Dad, and it's about Uncle's side, and about the Wicks.
"Not only the UK, but more countries have noticed."
John frowned.
Being discovered and taking the initiative to appear are not the same thing.
It seems that I have to find a chance to meet the Muggles as soon as possible.
Then John continued to read, and saw his father write a string of people's names casually to deceive McCoff, and he fell silent.
In fact, it was not written casually. Those people were all Watson's suspicions.
Originally, he wanted to check them one by one, but he thought it was troublesome and handed in the list for McCoff to check by himself.
The problem is that those lists are almost the same as what John found out.
Should he say that Dad is lucky, or should he say that Dad is really not afraid of death?
...
Percy dealt with the matter urgently.
But because the resulting situation is too large and involves a wide range.
Not even the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters had time to act.
Percy had a headache, but fortunately no Muggles witnessed this incident.
Harry Potter also successfully saved the Aurors at a critical moment by using the Iron Armor Curse gathered together.
An Auror died, and the body was brought back to the Ministry of Magic.
His family was notified to watch their son, father, in the Auror office.
Abbe said: "The saint was going to blow up the factory, and another one came later."
She said guiltily, "I wish I could find out."
"It's not your fault," Ozzy Heard, director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, said with hatred in his eyes. "No one would have imagined what they would do to those saints."
Oz looked at the other man.
"Potter, I didn't expect we would meet here."
As a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Oz is also a teacher-level person to Harry.
"Professor Hilde," said Harry, "that man..."
"Never mind," said Oz, "saints are not worthy of our mourning."
"No, I mean the other one," Harry said after a moment of thought, "there's a saint who wields Fiendfyre, and his Fiendfyre is so powerful, it's like..."
He looked for a comparable word in his mind, and said, "A powerful magic like Altdorf."
"Altdorf?" Ozzy looked serious, "Altdorf Edgar?"
A guy who was once famous for being vicious, but there is a guy who can be compared with him?
"No, Altdorf may be stronger than him, and he is similar in fire." Harry was almost taken over by Altdorf at the beginning, and he had a weighing in his mind.
After being taught by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry also became stronger.
Ozzy also fell into thinking, such a powerful wizard should not be unknown.
"I see, Potter, you did a good job." Oz encouraged, "You saved the lives of the Aurors. I think you will be rewarded soon."
"But people died," Harry hesitated. "I shouldn't accept the award."
"It's to your credit, Potter," said Oz, "without you, Abe and they would all be dead."
The public is the public, and the past is the past.
Harry was ashamed that he hadn't saved the Auror, but he had saved the others.
No one can be perfect.
...
John put down the A4 paper, and a relationship diagram had already appeared in his mind.
"Grindelwald, your road is really wide."
English, French, German, American.
This is just what I found out, those Muggles are all in contact with Grindelwald.
And those people's positions are not low.
Either a general or second lieutenant in control of one side, or a high-ranking official in an important department.
No matter which one, Grindelwald's contact with these people is a cooperative relationship.
They need to let Grindelwald create chaos, so as to obtain most of the benefits and power in it.
Through these weapons, Grindelwald can declare war on the Muggle world and the wizarding world.
"An enemy of everyone." John closed his eyes.
His eyes turned gray again, and he peered into the future again.
The self in the future fights Grindelwald, it is a deathmatch, killing each other at all costs.
The frown never loosened, John saw an explosion.
Not in any other city, but in London.
The bombs detonated engulfed half of London.
Tens of thousands died, and the Muggles waged war.
He saw shadows, shadows enveloping the Muggle army.
Death is like a withered plant.
Gray disappeared, and John looked at the prophecy ball in front of him.
He picked up the prophecy ball, and the prophecy ball turned into powder in his hand and drifted away with the wind.
"Muggles wage war." John stroked the ring, thinking about the future.
This is a war waged against wizards, and once it begins, it cannot be undone.
Muggles and wizards need to perish.
"The explosion was the key, the bomb that exploded in the center of London."
He was lost in thought.
Muggle investigations of wizards are on the rise.
Today's explosion couldn't hide from the smart people among Muggles, and wizards took another step on the verge of exposure.
"Continuous cover-ups make people suspicious, and the truth is often a bridge of communication."
John pointed at the table, "I need a chance to communicate."
He's not Fudge, but he wouldn't foolishly threaten the prime minister of a country.
What's more, the one in London is even more difficult than the prime minister.
Snape, a senior undercover agent, couldn't get too close to him.
Mycroft is gradually grasping the information of the wizarding world, and he is one of the smartest people in the world.
Gaming with such a person requires a less clever approach.
Just as John was thinking, he saw a surprising owl.
odd.
The gray owl with a big head stepped on the railing outside with big feet.
He poked his head to see if Basil was inside.
"Basil isn't here," John said, speechless, "come in."
Hearing that Basil was not there, Qiqi flew in.
The moment it came in, it turned back into a fire dragon, and let out a dragon roar with an aggrieved appearance.
"I know you have been wronged, but you have also gained something, for example..." John thought for a while and said, "Look at you, you have lost so much weight during this period, and you lost it by eating vegetables."
Kiki let out a low growl, I'm a fire dragon, not a puppy.
"Okay, okay, I'll help you improve your food when I go back," John patted Kiki's big head.
Looking outside, John saw a white shadow flying in.
next second.
Like a galloping fighter jet, it kicked Qiqi's forehead from the sky, and directly kicked the fire dragon back to the owl.
Like kicking a rubber ball, Basil kept admonishing the little brother who delivered letters with his back turned away.
Qiqi was beaten passively.
It sometimes doubts whether it is a fire dragon or this owl?
Whose owl can kick a fire dragon with one kick?
"Don't type for too long, Basil." John shook his head helplessly and opened the letter.
It's from Dad, and it's about Uncle's side, and about the Wicks.
"Not only the UK, but more countries have noticed."
John frowned.
Being discovered and taking the initiative to appear are not the same thing.
It seems that I have to find a chance to meet the Muggles as soon as possible.
Then John continued to read, and saw his father write a string of people's names casually to deceive McCoff, and he fell silent.
In fact, it was not written casually. Those people were all Watson's suspicions.
Originally, he wanted to check them one by one, but he thought it was troublesome and handed in the list for McCoff to check by himself.
The problem is that those lists are almost the same as what John found out.
Should he say that Dad is lucky, or should he say that Dad is really not afraid of death?
...
