I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Wait a minute, what is magic energy?" Mr. Mike keenly captured this unfamiliar word.

Penello took out a box the size of a Rubik's Cube and she opened it.

Purple light radiated from inside.

Penello glanced at the representatives of the two countries and said calmly: "We are looking for cooperative partners, sincere partners."

"This is an energy crystal from the magical world, which contains huge energy."

She reached out and took out the magic crystal, looked at the pair of doubtful eyes, and said in a seductive voice, "Stable and gentle."

The threat of Grindelwald aside.

The emergence of the magic crystal changed the direction of this negotiation.

A completely new energy source, which meant that the first negotiations after formal contact with Muggles were successful.

The greed of the American representatives has already overflowed from his eyes.

Especially this small one, the energy it can provide is completely beyond what Muggle technology can provide of the same size.

Monday and Mr. Mike were both interested in it.

The American secret laboratory in London began operations that day.

They analyzed the small crystal.

A surprising conclusion emerges.

That thing is indeed, as Penello said, an energy source similar to nuclear energy but more stable.

And this energy can be called a universal energy.

It can generate electricity and can be used for conversion of various required energy sources.

It can be said that as long as you have it, you can replace various energy sources.

This is another oil.

Purple gold.

At this moment, the United States is bound to win the magic crystal.

Death of soldiers and generals?

That's no longer a problem.

A dispute is resolved and a conspiracy is brewing.

When Penello returned to the Ministry of Magic, she had to be careful in her game, but it made Percy feel bad.

"I don't understand, why expose the magic crystal?" Percy met John. He didn't understand John's initiative to expose the magic crystal.

Moreover, the magic crystal has a flaw.

There needs to be magic to channel the magic.

And Penello didn't tell Muggles at all about this.

John smiled and said meaningfully: "I said, we need a war to prove the magic world."

"I want justice to stand in the magical world."

"Then the war must be started by Muggles."

"The greedy Muggle."

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Chapter 728 Grindelwald’s Madness and Assassination

John is really not fit to be on the side of justice.

He is leading a war, using human greed as a weapon.

Magic energy, a pollution-free energy.

And in the magical world.

Penello calls it a excavated crystal.

But actually, it was produced by John.

Greedy Muggles don't know Legilimency, so they think it's the 'new gold' flowing out of the ground like oil.

His back was to Percy, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

Lightning flashed across the clouds, and the silvery light reflected the dark outline of John's half.

"Justice is very vague, but it can restrain those groups who are willing to call themselves justice." John chuckled, "They will pay for their choices."

Percy looked at John, remained silent for a while and said, "The power of Muggles is not that easy to deal with."

"So we are not destroying it, but showing it off." John raised his eyebrows. "It hurts once, and they will know that the sharp spines of hedgehogs can hurt people."

"I picked the place for this war."

John snapped his fingers and the curtains were closed, unable to see the darkness outside.

He looked at Percy and asked seriously: "Do you think what I did is wrong?"

"You can't be wrong," Percy shook his head. "It may not be just, but it's right."

Justice and right are never bound together.

Justice does not mean right.

And correctness is not justice.

What the wizarding world needs is a correct leader, not a righteous leader.

Qilin's choice is pure kindness and justice, but it is incorrect.

What John did was a conspiracy and calculation, but it represented the right thing.

He turned the emerald ring on his finger and murmured: "I think we are too loose, like loose sand."

…

Mycroft looked at the energy test report, put it down, and looked at the Prime Minister opposite.

"Remember those wood chips?" the Prime Minister said in a low voice, "the same energy."

"I know how mysterious and powerful those things are," Mycroft said thoughtfully. "What I care more about is how he showed this thing in front of us."

"He wants to show kindness?" Mycroft shook his head and said, "No, not really."

"What Miss Crevat said is like asking other countries to recognize the legitimacy of their magical world."

"We solved a diplomatic accident because of this thing, didn't we?" the Prime Minister said, "The United States is a difficult thing, and now they are eyeing this thing."

"With all due respect, Mr. Prime Minister." Mycroft said with the elegance of an English gentleman, "This is an apple that has not yet been tasted."

"Is it the forbidden fruit that opens a new era, or is it the queen's poisonous apple?"

Even the Prime Minister needs to value the wisdom of this minister who is trusted by the Queen.

Forbidden fruit or poison apple.

Mycroft placed an unknown label on this alluring energy.

If they bite it in a hurry, will it be glorious or poisonous and fatal?

Politicians are not knights. They have more factors to consider.

For the development of the country, eating the forbidden fruit, even if it means oppressing the magical world, is just a small price to pay.

"For the sake of your tenure, I suggest waiting and watching is a good option."

Mycroft said: "The United States will be more greedy, and the fruits they eat will bear fruit faster."

The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Maintain the current relationship with the magical world."

Mycroft nodded at the wisdom of his approach.

The Prime Minister still listened to the advice.

There are currently no more than ten people who know the magic power source.

People in both countries need to consider this.

The crisis between the two sides has been resolved, and friendship seems to have returned.

Like the treasonous General Ted, the Vengeful Banshee was blamed for a re-trial run, which unfortunately ran aground and caused a power system failure.

The person above died in the accident and was taken to British waters.

He Xini’s explanation will inevitably be questioned by some people.

But as long as the skin is thick enough, the tacit understanding between the two countries is enough to suppress this diplomatic accident.

The American representatives came privately because they did not want to put this matter on the negotiation table between the two countries.

Solve problems privately and quietly make big problems disappear.

Mycroft stood up and left.

The Prime Minister asked: "Are you interested in the wizarding world?"

"No," Mycroft paused, shook his head and said, "I care about the country."

Even more brilliant than his smart mind are Mycroft's eyes and intuition.

He is better at looking at people than investigating cases.

The young man who represents the wizarding world, John Wick.

When he first saw this man at Wick's house, he classified him as dangerous.

There are many mysteries in the file code-named '0'.

Next to the file, the task code named "Qing 0" is looking for members.

Along with it, there is a plan that only two people know about.

Code name, ‘Witch Hunt’.

Mycroft must stay awake and calm at all times, because he has too many responsibilities on his shoulders.

He is the brain hidden in the darkness.

…

At Webb's feet was a body.

"stop……"

The fallen figure struggled weakly.

Webb's wand lowered, and the green light flickered and let life die.

He walked forward and came to a door.

He knocked politely.

"Please wait a moment."

A clear female voice came from inside.

Webb waited quietly for a while.

The door in front of me was opened.

A fourteen-year-old girl wearing shorts and short sleeves appeared. She had long brown hair.

After seeing Webb, the girl was obviously confused.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Um...please wait a moment," Webb took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at the name on it, and asked politely, "Is this Tote Mario's house?"

"That's my dad. What can I do for you?" the girl said. "He's not here right now. I can convey it to you."

"That's such a shame."