I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Use werewolves to fight werewolves, they understand each other and are more likely to detect danger.

Old Batty is ready to implement the 'Werewolf vs. Werewolf' proposal in advance.

The wizards who had experienced the amusement park today flew back on their Portkeys.

After today, everyone will know about this magical amusement park.

"Grand Opening of Silverhand Amusement Park, Ministers of Magic from Various Countries Come to Experience"

Newspapers flew around the world with dozens of photos of Silver Hand Amusement Park.

Almost overnight, this amusement park became the talk of the town.

Especially our country's wizards. After participating in the Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley Quidditch Competition last time, many people have never forgotten the world-class Quidditch pitch.

Now after hearing the news, they all went to the amusement park.

The Weasley twins were so busy that even Ron and Bill were called over to help.

Their merchandise is almost in the top three most popular lists in amusement parks.

"Bill, you seem to have lost your girlfriend."

Fred accidentally mentioned this incident, which made Bill suddenly depressed.

As a boyfriend and son, Bill was caught between Mrs. Weasley and Fleur.

He had not been in contact with Fleur for nearly a month, and the last time he saw her was during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Although he wrote many letters to Furong, he received no response.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Fred also knew that he said the wrong thing and handed a bag of fire dragon roasted chestnuts to Bill.

"No, no, no, it's not for you to eat. You give it to that fat guy."

Fred quickly stopped Bill from eating chestnuts and asked Bill to give them to the fat boy with a dark face.

Fatty'er was so frightened by his ferocious look that he cried loudly.

George laughed when he saw this, and Ron was miserable. He was carrying a large box of things around a group of children.

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Chapter 567 Opening a store and contacting

John is definitely the one who makes the most money this holiday.

Because of other people's two-month vacation, he got at least half a year more.

Time passed by, John made a small calculation.

"If calculated by time, I should be eighteen years old."

But if he doesn’t say it, who will know?

After dealing with the opening of the amusement park, it was rare for John to go home in a different way.

He walked out of the taxi, frowned, and looked at the cars that appeared at his house.

In the car, a pair of sharp eyes stared at John.

John swept over and walked straight home.

"In other words, the Nigerian gang brought a terrorist weapon to intercept you, and accidentally lost control and suffered the consequences?"

Wick's house.

Watson averted his eyes and said, "Yes, that's right, Mycroft."

The man named Mycroft is an authentic British gentleman. From his meticulous clothing to his demeanor and tone, he is consistent with a noble British gentleman.

When Mycroft, who has a high IQ, heard this answer, he showed an expression as if his IQ had been trampled on.

Mycroft took a deep breath and said calmly: "You are a smart man, Watson."

"You should know who turned this 'terrorist attack' into 'playing with fire and self-immolation' on your behalf when the fire alarmed the cabinet."

Staring at Watson with sharp eyes, Mycroft said: "You almost destroyed the entire Tower of London."

"It's the Nigerian gang..." Watson's voice trailed off.

Mycroft said impatiently: "Your hotel is about to open, you should be honest with me."

He sat up straighter, making him more aggressive, and said sternly: "The government is more unwilling to see a terrorist running around with a nuclear bomb than the underground forces."

As a person with great power, the aura of being a superior person is approaching.

Watson lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then stopped stirring his thumbs together.

Looking up again, Watson made a great decision and said seriously: "I will tell you the truth, Mycroft."

Mycroft smiled and nodded to indicate that he could speak.

Watson took a deep breath, with an unprecedented seriousness.

"That's right, the Nigerian gang secretly developed a weapon..."

"Watson!"

Mycroft interrupted him, with veins pulsing on his forehead. He glanced at the vase on the table and had the urge to hit Watson on the head.

He suppressed the urge and threatened, "I need the truth."

Watson had an innocent expression on his face and whispered, "Everything I said is true."

"I worked in finance before I went to sea. How could I know how to make terrorist weapons?" Watson said sincerely. "As you know, my hotel is about to open. To make it lively, I have invited a lot of people."

"I don't remember your business being so big." Mycroft sneered, but his eyes remained calm as he looked at Watson.

Watson waved his hand and said with a smile: "They are all small businesses. As you know, I am engaged in finance, so these are the only methods in my mind."

He pointed to his head and said, "They are not fools and they know they need to make changes."

"The power of the country is getting bigger and bigger, and they can no longer act as unscrupulously as before."

"Those who are not disciplined are just unscrupulous gangsters. Re-establish order and make this industry more disciplined."

Watson sat up, his eyes no longer evasive.

"Change, there needs to be gray as a buffer between black and white, and now I am willing to do that gray."

He chuckled and said: "Those who don't change will only be eliminated. Those who break the rules, we will be one step faster than the police."

"Are you changing the entire world?" Mycroft said coldly, "Do you have this ability, Watson."

This is not a peaceful king in London, but a dark monarch facing all countries.

Mycroft acknowledged the reputation of the 'Underground President' in London, but that was only limited to London.

He intentionally supports a leader as a fig leaf.

But Watson seemed to have other ideas.

"America, the country of furry bears, neon, Italy, China..."

Watson did not answer him, but continued to read out various countries.

The moment he raised his head again, the submissive Watson turned into the 'underground president'. He grinned and said: "There are only twelve seats. You will either crawl under the high table or be eaten on the high table."

"I don't have the ability, minister," he smiled evilly, "but profit is the greatest ability, and a monopoly business will never lose money."

Mycroft was silent.

It is impossible for the underground president in London to do it, but what if there are twelve underground presidents?

"Do you think you are the only one staring at me?" Watson waved his fingers and smiled, "FBI, GRU, Federal Intelligence Service, External Security Service..."

"They are all staring at me. I am a transparent person. Everything is in their database, but..." Watson crossed his fingers on his chin and chuckled, "Without me, this order that was finally established would not be possible." , will be scattered."

"Guess...how many people will die?"

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

In the almost frozen room, even the sound of falling petals became particularly obvious.

Mycroft looked at Watson, the man he had always thought he had control over, secretly accomplishing so much.

"I remember you not being that smart."

"People change, Mycroft." Watson shrugged, "When I become the father of my children and the husband of my wife, I should be careful in my heart."

"Women and children can be careless, but men must be cautious."

Just then, the phone in the room rang.

Watson glanced and motioned for Mycroft to answer.

"It's for you, Minister."

Mycroft glanced over and reached out to pick it up.

The voice on the other end of the phone rang, "Mycroft."

He recognized this voice, belonging to the head of a certain security department.

Mycroft glanced at Watson and said calmly: "For Watson Wick?"

"Yes, we need him, Mycroft."

"Click."

Mycroft hung up the phone. He straightened his wrinkled vest, stood up and put his hands in his pockets, looking at Watson with a condescending look.

"I need to admit that the New World failed with you." Mycroft stretched out his hand and sighed, "Wonderful game."

Watson stood up, level with Mycroft, and held the hand.

"I tried my best."

"Transparent people will make you crazy," Mycroft looked deeply at Watson and said, "There are no secrets and no privacy. Everyone you meet when you go out may be an agent of some country. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at you. you."

"This means that from this moment on, you will no longer be able to trust anyone, even your wife and children."

Mycroft admired Watson's determination.

This man did something daring. He turned himself into a piece of gray between black and white. Wandering between black and white was more dangerous than picking teeth in a tiger's mouth.

He needs to be at a balance point, which is more exciting than sleeping on a tightrope.

Mycroft asked: "Is it worth it?"

Maybe handing over that weapon would make Watson better off.

But Watson smiled and said: "The hotel will open tomorrow, you can try the shrimp inside."

"I will, I hope it's delicious enough." Mycroft nodded, "It's better to have less sauce. My belt is a little tight."

Mycroft lost this confrontation. Now Watson is no longer easy to control.

He suddenly asked: "I don't seem to have seen your son."

Just then, the door opened.

John walked in.

Meet Mycroft.

"Hello," John smiled brightly, "My name is John Wick."

“Wish you a pleasant meal at the hotel.”

The moment Mycroft saw John, he knew that he could not rely on this son to control Watson.

He felt it in the boy.

His eyes scanned John in just a few seconds.

He came to a conclusion.

madman.

Mycroft stared at John and said, "You remind me of my younger siblings."

"Then they must have a very good relationship with you." John said elegantly and politely, "People at the same stage always tend to cherish each other."