Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

"Everyone can take a look at what Muggles have done now, and what we have learned from Muggles..."

Dumbledore began to switch magical images, from magic projectors to magic cameras and other small objects, to the Hogwarts Express, the bathroom of Hogwarts Castle...

He came prepared, and even a comparison chart of magic props and Muggle creations was prepared inside for the convenience of the Ministers of Magic to compare and review.

"In our minds, we look down on Muggles. We think they are ignorant and can't do anything. They only know blood and violence."

"We once had an understanding of Muggles and called their firearms 'a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other'."

"But we don't know that they have more powerful weapons. These weapons are beyond our understanding... Minister Stephen, I think you should have a deep understanding, right?"

"Yes!" Stephen stood up immediately, with a bit of fear in his eyes, "They have missiles! They have fighter jets! They are all terrifying weapons that can destroy the Ministry of Magic!"

"Including this terrible weapon called a nuclear weapon!" Dumbledore dialed back to the original mushroom cloud picture.

"The destructive range of nuclear weapons...has exceeded our imagination! It can easily level a city and turn it into a dead city!"

"We still have magic. We can use magic to destroy that... nuclear bomb!" A minister of the Ministry of Magic stood up. "How can Muggles make something powerful?"

"They were so afraid of the magic flames we released before... and even tried to burn us to death... How could they be so ignorant and ignorant to create such a thing?"

Dumbledore could tell that the Minister of Magic came from South America, a continent where Yi magic had not yet been popularized.

That continent is also relatively isolated, and Muggle cities are not as prosperous as those in Europe. It is normal for such stereotypes to arise.

Coupled with the coming into effect of the Secrecy Act, most wizards' thinking about Muggles is stuck in the seventeenth century.

At that time, Muggles did not make any great progress, and were still advancing the witch-hunting movement unswervingly.

Wizards have always believed that they are superior to Muggles and have a deep contempt for Muggles.

"Perhaps... then we can see is believing." Dumbledore looked at the Minister of Magic and said, "Wait a little later, I can let you see... the power of nuclear bombs!"

"Can I choose to believe it?" Stephen still had fear on his face, "I believe it all! I have already seen the power of missiles! There is no need to see the power of nuclear bombs again!"

"No matter what! I support former President Dumbledore's proposal. I think we should discuss it with Muggles! No wizard wants to be hit by a missile! Absolutely no wizard wants this!"

Dumbledore was a little surprised. He remembered that yesterday, Connaught said this about Yi Dai: "A second-rate army, a first-rate formation."

Now it seems that Stephen's choice of team was indeed very fast... and he seemed to have made the most correct decision.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, but the jade hidden in his beard showed no reaction.

Jade was naturally given by Konno. When the nuclear bomb was about to explode, Jade would take the entire conference hall's Minister of Magic to the scene of the nuclear bomb explosion to observe.

Since Jade has not responded yet, Dumbledore plans to do his part and try his best to persuade the Minister of Magic present.

Based on his understanding of Connaught, I am afraid that observing is not as lighthearted as imagined, and will definitely leave an extremely deep impression on these Ministers of Magic.

I don't know how much time had passed, but just when Dumbledore felt that the meeting had reached a deadlock, the jade in his beard finally radiated warmth.

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In fact, a group of Muggle leaders had already negotiated, dispatched various investigation teams to conduct patrols, and determined the specific situation in North America.

This fertile and vast land has indeed become a paradise for all kinds of animals.

Today, there are only a few surviving humans, active in Indian reservations.

Morning, Pentagon, Arlington County, Virginia.

The entire North America has lost all traces of human life, making this magnificent Pentagon look so strange.

At the insistence of Italian President Carl Faro, they still chose to hold the meeting here.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Scalfaro stood stiffly, "It is obviously our meeting, why did a wizard appear?"

"He is my son, a mixed-blood wizard, an absolutely trustworthy existence." said Kirk, the leader of the Windmill Country.

A tall middle-aged man held a magic wand and said apologetically: "Sorry...President Scalfaro, the wizard masters a kind of black magic called the Soul-Impering Curse..."

"Although this kind of magic is an unforgivable curse, and you will be imprisoned in a magic prison as long as you cast it, I still have to check it... just in case."

Scalfaro was still struggling, and shouted angrily: "Why do I need to lie to you?"

"Other wizards are indeed vulnerable, but the wizard named Konno... is definitely... definitely a god!"

"Conno?" The middle-aged man suddenly raised the magic wand in his hand and waved it at Scalfaro, "Finiteincantatem!"

"If it were him... he would not do such a thing... Father, what President Scalfaro is saying now should come from his own thoughts."

"God?" All the Muggle leaders present gathered around the young man, showing solemn expressions, "Can you wizards... change the weather?"

The young man nodded, "There are indeed weather spells that can be used to change the weather, but it can't be as exaggerated as Konno."

"I know several children from Hogwarts. According to their descriptions, Konno is a wizard with unfathomable strength."

"Basically, it's powerful beyond my imagination... I don't know how to describe this kind of power... Maybe it can withstand nuclear bombs, right?"

"Can they withstand nuclear bombs?" A Muggle leader laughed contemptuously, "If they could withstand nuclear bombs, would they hide them all over the world? This is not in line with human habits!"

A sudden voice suddenly appeared, "Can't we farm? Not every nation likes to be robbers... Are you an Anglo-Saxon?"

The middle-aged man asked in disbelief: "I have applied anti-Apparition magic... How did you get in?"