I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Silver Hand Manor.

A blue flame was burning in the fireplace, Watson came out and patted the ashes off his head.

Behind him, Mycroft had a look of surprise on his face.

"Welcome to Silverhand Manor, Mr. Mycroft."

Tang Mi walked over with a smile.

McCoff glanced at Tang Mi, and soon he confirmed that this was not the person he wanted to meet.

Sure enough, Tang Mi looked at Watson and said respectfully, "Please come with me, Mr. Wick."

Watson did not suspect him, after all, he had also seen this subordinate of his son.

The two walked out of the Silver Hand Manor. Mycroft was here alone. He said loudly, "If you want to play tricks here, I can only tell you that you have made the wrong idea."

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to be secretive."

The sound came from the left.

Mycroft looked around, and on the stairs on the left, a room was open.

He went up the stairs.

This place was not much different from the upper-class mansions he visited.

A black owl stood with its head on one side, looking at Mycroft.

Mycroft stopped for a while, then walked to the room.

This is a study.

Dozens of books suspended in the air were flipping, and in the middle of those books was a young face.

"If you don't mind, you can watch it with me."

John issued an invitation, and after thinking for three seconds, Mycroft stepped into the circle surrounded by books.

He saw the true colors of those books, which were numbers and lines that were changing.

From there, Mycroft saw several familiar names.

"Eleanor Drew."

"Lawson Julian."

"Matthew Millau."

These names are some officials from the government and military region.

"Am I to understand that you're spying on them?" Mycroft said.

"Yes." John nodded without hesitation, "I'm monitoring them."

"It's not just them."

John raised his hand and flicked it, and the books in front of him turned like a huge wheel, turning in another direction.

A new batch of names appeared, and those names were extremely unfamiliar to ordinary people, but to McCoff, they were also recognizable at a glance.

That's a bunch of names from outside the UK.

The person in front of him is not only monitoring officials in his own country, but also monitoring places outside the country.

There were also some unfamiliar names, people who weren't Muggles.

John snapped his fingers, and the books spread out into sheets of parchment and stitched together to form a huge map floating in front of him.

"Britain, Germany, France, America, Poland, Turkey."

He randomly pointed to a red dot on the map, which was in New York City, USA.

He said calmly: "There was also a weapon theft here. Like the defense base, they also know nothing about it."

"But the truth is," said Mycroft, "it was the wizard's work."

"That's right, that's not right." John waved his hand, and the huge map began to fold up, and finally turned into a piece of parchment no bigger than the palm of his hand.

John folded it casually and put it in his pocket. He looked at McCoff and said, "I don't think it's the first time we've met, Mr. McCoff."

"What should I call you?" Mycroft stared at John. "Should I call you John Wick, or something else?"

"Why do you think I have another name?" John wondered.

"Watson Wick," Mycroft said dissatisfiedly, "You pretended to be his child and supported him to have a huge power in the Muggle world. You want him to be your spokesperson?"

Mycroft's brain was running fast, and he analyzed: "For wizards, it is not impossible to stay young."

"Hopkins serves you, and your current appearance is just a cover."

"You're worrying too much."

John felt speechless for a while after listening to McCoff's analysis.

Do smart people like brain supplements?

"My name is John Wick, and I am also the son of Watson Wick." John said lightly, "At the same time, I am also someone who can negotiate with you on behalf of the wizarding world."

There was distrust in Mycroft's eyes, "Do you want to tell me that you are this year?"

"Almost." John shrugged, "Don't be surprised, there is magic in this world, why can't Watson Wick's son represent the magical world?"

Makes sense.

The vigilance in Mycroft's eyes remained undiminished. He looked at the bookshelf, "You want to negotiate with me?"

"I think you may be a so-called wizard genius, but according to my observation, Watson is not a wizard."

"You regard wizards as non-human." John shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

Mycroft turned his gaze around, "Oh?"

"This needs to start with the birth of wizards." John snapped his fingers.

A chair appears behind Mycroft, and John invites him to sit down.

"In the world of magic, wizards are divided into three categories." John held up three fingers and said, "Pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle-born."

"The so-called pure blood means that the ancestors are all composed of wizards."

"As for the mixed race, one of the parents is a wizard and the other is an ordinary person like you."

"Muggles, what wizards call non-magical people who cannot use magic."

"A Muggle-born wizard, as the name suggests, is someone whose parents were ordinary people, not wizards."

Having said that, John pointed to himself and said, "And I am a Muggle-born wizard."

"In the wizarding world, there are many wizards like me."

Mycroft listened carefully, and he asked, "Are you trying to say that you grew up in the same environment as me?"

"That's right." Talking to a smart person is easy. John pointed his finger, and a mist rose, turning into a magnificent school scene.

"In the magical world, there are magic schools. When a person with magical talent grows up to 11 years old, he will receive an admission letter from these schools."

John laughed, "I didn't even know I was a wizard until I got the notice."

"Before that, all I received was British education, British culture, and British habits."

"Tell me, Mycroft," John said with a glint in his eyes, "are we the same people?"

The environment determines the location. If you are a group of people who grew up in the UK, is there any difference from the locals?

Mycroft crossed his fingers on his knees, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"We are one nation, Mycroft," John said. "We are not enemies."

"Just as every country has some crazy people who are delirious, there are also some radical people in the magical world."

"Wizards and Muggles, we can't part with each other," John shook his head and said, "I chose to meet you to let you see the sincerity of belonging to the wizarding world."

He took a deep look at Mycroft, "It's all right."

"It's all right?" Mycroft smiled, "Do you think it's possible?"

"I admit your mysterious abilities, but you should know that there shouldn't be two governments in one country." Mycroft said, "Which world's laws should wizards obey, is it magic, or us?"

Contradictions have always existed.

"I've never heard of any wizard reporting to the police," Mycroft said.

"Our worlds are too close together," John raised his eyebrows, "You should see our abilities."

"With all due respect, although your abilities are mysterious," Mycroft smiled confidently, "but our strength is even stronger."

"Yes, but," John chuckled, "there is more than one country, isn't it?"

Mycroft's originally confident expression suddenly darkened.

John said lightly: "I believe there will always be some countries willing to cooperate with me."

"The contradiction between wizards and ordinary people is far less huge than the contradiction between countries."

John smiled, but it made Mycroft consider the threat lurking in that statement.

A wizard's ability, although it can't cause as much damage as a thermal weapon.

But they have the ability to enter and exit the blocked area at will, if this ability cooperates with other countries.

So those countries that do not recognize wizards mean that they must be on guard against the appearance of such a group of people at any time.

Among them, not a few words can be said cleanly.

McCoff needs to be careful.

He looked at John and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's nothing, just continue to stay in the wizarding world," John shrugged, "To be honest, except for some lunatics, we don't want to get involved in your affairs."

"That is the crisis of the wizarding world, but it is also your crisis."

John said: "You also found out that some people want to use the abilities of wizards to cause some turmoil in the country."

"Now there is an opportunity, we only need your cooperation, we will deal with those guys." John smiled, "And we can cooperate."

"Cooperation?"

Mycroft pondered.

"You really represent the wizarding world?" he asked again, needing an accurate answer.

John said; "Of course."

Wizards will also be born among ordinary people. What McCoff thought about before is that these people are separated from ordinary people.

But now it seems that they may be the same as themselves, but have some extraordinary talents.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

But if so, it's not impossible.

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