Chapter 707 use, use
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
seven.
"Raidho, this is a protection, a kind of talisman that protects the protected."
Alec Hopkins, aka Snape, pushed the translated rune notes to Mycroft.
McCoff picked it up, flipped two pages and put it down. He looked at the professor of occult science opposite.
"Do you think this thing works, Professor Hopkins?"
He is still trying to test this mystery professor.
Snape put his index fingers together and lightly touched his lips, and he was also looking at Mycroft with scrutiny.
"If your information is correct, in the application of mysticism, runes have many functions, and protection is only one of them." Snape met Mycroft's eyes, and said in a long tone, "Yes , it works."
Mycroft subconsciously recognized and looked away, and he had a strange feeling in his heart.
Suppressing that feeling, he nodded, took out a new piece of wood, and said, "Please take a look at these."
Snape took it, he looked at the material on it, frowned, and said, "This is not sorrel wood."
"Oak," said Mycroft, "a new material discovered in a major accident."
"Oak is called a magic tree, and it is believed to have magical effects," Snape asked. "Do you suspect wizards did it?"
"Professor Hopkins, I need to remind you," Mycroft said noncommittally, "the more you know, the worse it is for you."
"I don't care."
Snape said flatly, "You want me to come here and pretend to be a deaf-mute?"
"It's very interesting." Mycroft sat forward and smiled. "Many people who work with the government are afraid of knowing too much, but you are an exception."
"Knowledge," Snape said without changing his face, "for me, the more knowledge I can know, the more I can prove what I have learned."
"Good reason."
Mycroft seemed to be convinced. Seeing his subordinates standing outside, he straightened his clothes and stood up, "I think I can provide you with more."
Snape subconsciously looked up into Mycroft's eyes, but Mycroft turned his gaze away, walked to the door and smiled, "Please, Professor Hopkins."
Getting up to follow, Snape had a faint suspicion in his heart that the other party didn't trust him.
Legilimency requires eye contact.
But Mycroft didn't give him a chance.
This is the horror of smart people. Once a doubt is established in the bottom of their hearts, they will quietly avoid these possibilities.
The two walked out of the room.
Finally arrived at the destination.
A car is parked in what looks like an underground garage.
The door is open.
The person who came out was taken aback.
"This is Professor Alec Hopkins, a professor of occultism." McCoff came over, "Watson Wick, maybe you don't know him."
While saying these words, Mycroft kept observing the two.
Watson's short and hasty froze did not escape the keen observation of the wise man, but he pretended not to see anything, and introduced them with a smile.
"Hello, Professor Hopkins," Watson said strangely.
Even though the man had changed his clothes, as someone who had been caught before, Watson still recognized Snape.
He didn't understand when the professors at Hogwarts became occultists, and Snape also saw Watson's clear and stupid expression.
"Hello, Mr. Wick." With a long tone, Snape, a senior undercover professional, had no flaws.
The two shook hands.
"Okay, I think we should change places." A look of control flashed in Mycroft's eyes.
He led the two to this destination.
Bodies and numerous objects recovered from the Birmingham factory bombing.
On the way, Mycroft talked with Watson, which looked like an exchange between ordinary friends.
"Watson, have you had a good trip?"
"I don't think it's fun. Those guys knocked on my door roughly. There were three people in the car staring at me. I almost thought I was a prisoner."
"They are used to it, and your request must be kept secret."
At this point, in order to test how much Watson knew, Mycroft deliberately led him to speak out.
"I heard that MI[-] has done a lot of things outside recently," Watson said unpreparedly, "Poland is also very lively."
"Yes, it's really lively." Mycroft took out his authority card and swiped open a door that can withstand the impact of tanks, and said, "Some guys who were hidden in the crowd but were not known by others have revealed their secrets, you may be right That name is not unfamiliar."
"Di-"
The last door opened, and Mycroft said calmly, "Wizard."
Hearing this, Watson looked towards the open door.
Over there, on a pure white platform, a dead body has been hollowed out.
"These people seem to be no different from ordinary people, but they hold strange magic."
The meal scene did not affect the three people present.
"The structure is the same as that of human beings, the only thing that is extra is the magic." Mycroft walked inside, looked at the corpse and said, "But in some respects they have strange characteristics."
"Their body structure is the same. For example, their bodies are like athletes' bodies, and their qualities are stronger than ordinary people."
"Human beings are generally the same?" Watson came over with a strange expression, "You mean, they are not human?"
"It's not confirmed yet." Mycroft nodded, pointing to the golden mark on the table.
"There should be hostility among wizards. They kill each other. This is a sign of one of them."
Snape's pupils shrank at the sight of the sign.
Watson doesn't know much about saints, he is still struggling with the fact that wizards are not human beings.
"Wizards are human beings, aren't they?" Watson explained. "I mean, in the story, those wizards are human beings."
"They have powers that humans don't have, Watson." Mycroft said noncommittally, "The witches who were executed in the Salem Witch Trials, a medieval witch hunt."
"Wizards and humans are not necessarily hostile." Watson denied, "As you said, there are good people and bad people among them."
"I'm just saying that they have factional struggles." Mycroft turned to look at Watson and said seriously, "These guys are unknown to us."
Watson did not answer him.
"Okay, there are other things besides these." Mycroft led the two out of the room.
The wizard's body was dissected like an experiment.
"You should understand that it is not only because of the help you have given me, Watson, that I am showing you this."
Mycroft walked in front and said: "Wizards, a group of mysterious guys, the places where they are most likely to hide are those places that cannot be seen."
"And you, Watson Wick, you are the leader of those places, you need to understand the danger of those guys."
Snape listened to him with a strange expression.
You're letting his father, the second king of the wizarding world, deal with wizards?
That kind of wonderful feeling, as if you asked the Supreme Emperor to rebel.
Simply incredible.
The rooms where the wizards are held are pure white rooms like square cabins.
Watson looked at the imprisoned man and felt a little awkward in his heart.
"Those wizards are hiding in our world. They are mysterious and come and go without a trace," Mycroft's eyes flashed. "Maybe some of them are not interested in invading our world."
"But they never expressed goodwill to us, which is to promote the progress of the enemy."
"Their struggle ripples through our world, and it must make us fight back."
Mycroft seemed to be speaking to Watson, but also to Snape.
"The whole world has begun to pay attention to those people. We need to know more before we can make a judgment."
"Unknown is natural hostility. In the forest, when a hunter sees a trembling jungle, his first choice is to set up a gun, rather than guessing whether the other party is the same as himself."
"not to mention……"
Mycroft turned slowly, his voice calm but threatening.
"The scary ones in the forest are often hunters with guns like myself."
Snape's expression was serious, this was for himself, and even for all wizards.
Mycroft asked Konrad to get up like a normal person.
He showed Watson the magic, and also warned him that he needed to manage those dark places.
This demonstration is not only a warning to the underground president, but also an ultimatum to those wizards who sneaked into the human world.
Human beings will not have enough patience to explore unknown threats. The best way to face threats is to destroy them.
Snape took the wood chips to study.
Watson was also sent away.
Mycroft looked at the golden mark alone. He needed a wizard who could work for him.
At the same time, an information channel needs to be established.
Yes, he suspected Alec Hopkins.
Do not doubt the wisdom of human beings, they can always find loopholes where you are not aware of.
This is why John is unwilling to use the Forgetting Curse to solve things.
This is a relationship between use and use.
Snape can get the answers he wants through Mycroft, try to figure out his attitude, and find those Grindelwald's allies.
And Mycroft also needed Snape to popularize science knowledge for himself, and at the same time attract more wizards.
A win-win situation, in that tacit understanding.
...
"Raidho, this is a protection, a kind of talisman that protects the protected."
Alec Hopkins, aka Snape, pushed the translated rune notes to Mycroft.
McCoff picked it up, flipped two pages and put it down. He looked at the professor of occult science opposite.
"Do you think this thing works, Professor Hopkins?"
He is still trying to test this mystery professor.
Snape put his index fingers together and lightly touched his lips, and he was also looking at Mycroft with scrutiny.
"If your information is correct, in the application of mysticism, runes have many functions, and protection is only one of them." Snape met Mycroft's eyes, and said in a long tone, "Yes , it works."
Mycroft subconsciously recognized and looked away, and he had a strange feeling in his heart.
Suppressing that feeling, he nodded, took out a new piece of wood, and said, "Please take a look at these."
Snape took it, he looked at the material on it, frowned, and said, "This is not sorrel wood."
"Oak," said Mycroft, "a new material discovered in a major accident."
"Oak is called a magic tree, and it is believed to have magical effects," Snape asked. "Do you suspect wizards did it?"
"Professor Hopkins, I need to remind you," Mycroft said noncommittally, "the more you know, the worse it is for you."
"I don't care."
Snape said flatly, "You want me to come here and pretend to be a deaf-mute?"
"It's very interesting." Mycroft sat forward and smiled. "Many people who work with the government are afraid of knowing too much, but you are an exception."
"Knowledge," Snape said without changing his face, "for me, the more knowledge I can know, the more I can prove what I have learned."
"Good reason."
Mycroft seemed to be convinced. Seeing his subordinates standing outside, he straightened his clothes and stood up, "I think I can provide you with more."
Snape subconsciously looked up into Mycroft's eyes, but Mycroft turned his gaze away, walked to the door and smiled, "Please, Professor Hopkins."
Getting up to follow, Snape had a faint suspicion in his heart that the other party didn't trust him.
Legilimency requires eye contact.
But Mycroft didn't give him a chance.
This is the horror of smart people. Once a doubt is established in the bottom of their hearts, they will quietly avoid these possibilities.
The two walked out of the room.
Finally arrived at the destination.
A car is parked in what looks like an underground garage.
The door is open.
The person who came out was taken aback.
"This is Professor Alec Hopkins, a professor of occultism." McCoff came over, "Watson Wick, maybe you don't know him."
While saying these words, Mycroft kept observing the two.
Watson's short and hasty froze did not escape the keen observation of the wise man, but he pretended not to see anything, and introduced them with a smile.
"Hello, Professor Hopkins," Watson said strangely.
Even though the man had changed his clothes, as someone who had been caught before, Watson still recognized Snape.
He didn't understand when the professors at Hogwarts became occultists, and Snape also saw Watson's clear and stupid expression.
"Hello, Mr. Wick." With a long tone, Snape, a senior undercover professional, had no flaws.
The two shook hands.
"Okay, I think we should change places." A look of control flashed in Mycroft's eyes.
He led the two to this destination.
Bodies and numerous objects recovered from the Birmingham factory bombing.
On the way, Mycroft talked with Watson, which looked like an exchange between ordinary friends.
"Watson, have you had a good trip?"
"I don't think it's fun. Those guys knocked on my door roughly. There were three people in the car staring at me. I almost thought I was a prisoner."
"They are used to it, and your request must be kept secret."
At this point, in order to test how much Watson knew, Mycroft deliberately led him to speak out.
"I heard that MI[-] has done a lot of things outside recently," Watson said unpreparedly, "Poland is also very lively."
"Yes, it's really lively." Mycroft took out his authority card and swiped open a door that can withstand the impact of tanks, and said, "Some guys who were hidden in the crowd but were not known by others have revealed their secrets, you may be right That name is not unfamiliar."
"Di-"
The last door opened, and Mycroft said calmly, "Wizard."
Hearing this, Watson looked towards the open door.
Over there, on a pure white platform, a dead body has been hollowed out.
"These people seem to be no different from ordinary people, but they hold strange magic."
The meal scene did not affect the three people present.
"The structure is the same as that of human beings, the only thing that is extra is the magic." Mycroft walked inside, looked at the corpse and said, "But in some respects they have strange characteristics."
"Their body structure is the same. For example, their bodies are like athletes' bodies, and their qualities are stronger than ordinary people."
"Human beings are generally the same?" Watson came over with a strange expression, "You mean, they are not human?"
"It's not confirmed yet." Mycroft nodded, pointing to the golden mark on the table.
"There should be hostility among wizards. They kill each other. This is a sign of one of them."
Snape's pupils shrank at the sight of the sign.
Watson doesn't know much about saints, he is still struggling with the fact that wizards are not human beings.
"Wizards are human beings, aren't they?" Watson explained. "I mean, in the story, those wizards are human beings."
"They have powers that humans don't have, Watson." Mycroft said noncommittally, "The witches who were executed in the Salem Witch Trials, a medieval witch hunt."
"Wizards and humans are not necessarily hostile." Watson denied, "As you said, there are good people and bad people among them."
"I'm just saying that they have factional struggles." Mycroft turned to look at Watson and said seriously, "These guys are unknown to us."
Watson did not answer him.
"Okay, there are other things besides these." Mycroft led the two out of the room.
The wizard's body was dissected like an experiment.
"You should understand that it is not only because of the help you have given me, Watson, that I am showing you this."
Mycroft walked in front and said: "Wizards, a group of mysterious guys, the places where they are most likely to hide are those places that cannot be seen."
"And you, Watson Wick, you are the leader of those places, you need to understand the danger of those guys."
Snape listened to him with a strange expression.
You're letting his father, the second king of the wizarding world, deal with wizards?
That kind of wonderful feeling, as if you asked the Supreme Emperor to rebel.
Simply incredible.
The rooms where the wizards are held are pure white rooms like square cabins.
Watson looked at the imprisoned man and felt a little awkward in his heart.
"Those wizards are hiding in our world. They are mysterious and come and go without a trace," Mycroft's eyes flashed. "Maybe some of them are not interested in invading our world."
"But they never expressed goodwill to us, which is to promote the progress of the enemy."
"Their struggle ripples through our world, and it must make us fight back."
Mycroft seemed to be speaking to Watson, but also to Snape.
"The whole world has begun to pay attention to those people. We need to know more before we can make a judgment."
"Unknown is natural hostility. In the forest, when a hunter sees a trembling jungle, his first choice is to set up a gun, rather than guessing whether the other party is the same as himself."
"not to mention……"
Mycroft turned slowly, his voice calm but threatening.
"The scary ones in the forest are often hunters with guns like myself."
Snape's expression was serious, this was for himself, and even for all wizards.
Mycroft asked Konrad to get up like a normal person.
He showed Watson the magic, and also warned him that he needed to manage those dark places.
This demonstration is not only a warning to the underground president, but also an ultimatum to those wizards who sneaked into the human world.
Human beings will not have enough patience to explore unknown threats. The best way to face threats is to destroy them.
Snape took the wood chips to study.
Watson was also sent away.
Mycroft looked at the golden mark alone. He needed a wizard who could work for him.
At the same time, an information channel needs to be established.
Yes, he suspected Alec Hopkins.
Do not doubt the wisdom of human beings, they can always find loopholes where you are not aware of.
This is why John is unwilling to use the Forgetting Curse to solve things.
This is a relationship between use and use.
Snape can get the answers he wants through Mycroft, try to figure out his attitude, and find those Grindelwald's allies.
And Mycroft also needed Snape to popularize science knowledge for himself, and at the same time attract more wizards.
A win-win situation, in that tacit understanding.
...
