I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

America.

The wizard ran away.

The wizard looked nervous and hid behind a trash can in an alley.

The damp and the stench made him extremely uncomfortable, but he had no choice.

For some reason, the road at night was deserted.

He took out his wand, and he cast the Disillusionment Charm tremblingly.

It's a pity that his Disguise Charm is not very good, and the figure that allows him to hide is not that perfect.

He can only pray that he will not be found here.

He hated himself in school now, why didn't he learn apparation seriously.

Hold your breath, surrounded by a glimmer of light from dimly flickering old street lamps.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound.

The footsteps stepped heavily on the puddles of stagnant water, and the rubber soles made a sound when they stepped on the ground.

The wizard's breathing stopped, and he put his hand over his mouth.

He didn't dare to probe, he just hoped that the voice would go away quickly.

The sound of footsteps is getting closer, and recently, even right next to my ears.

He covered his mouth harder and stared at the rain-soaked pizza under the trash can.

Did not look up.

He felt eyes sweeping over him.

His hairs stood on end, he hoped that he would not be the unlucky one to be found.

Fortunately, the sound didn't stay for long after sweeping past.

The forefoot of the rubber shoe rubs against the ground and turns and steps.

The wizard breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice change direction.

The tense body also loosened.

He moved his right foot, which was numb with no blood circulation.

Blood oozed from the bruised calf.

A bloody smell that ordinary people can't smell broke free from the smell of the trash can.

The footsteps of leaving suddenly stopped.

Lightning streaked across the sky.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

The old street lamps flickered with difficulty.

After all, the tenacious street lamps are no match for the years.

The lights go out.

It was dark.

The wizard didn't hear the movement anymore, he whispered, "Lumos"

There is a ray of light on the wand that can bring people a sense of security.

He was about to smile.

However, in the dark place where the light cannot reach, two javelins connected to wires shot into the light, and the wizard was stabbed in the body.

The electric current passed through his body, making him lose his resistance.

The wand fell to the ground, the wizard lost consciousness and was captured by the man.

...

wizard.

Is it human?

Mycroft knew one answer, and it was the vaguest one.

This involves another issue.

In the same culture, is it the same belonging?

Wizards are a diverse group of people.

Some of these people are Americans, some are British, and some are from the East.

They share magic power, but they all appear in human beings.

They have powers that humans do not have. Mycroft has seen a duel between two wizards.

The duel has been described as two armories throwing missiles at each other.

Not all wizards are so powerful.

In the eyes of those wizards, are those two people different?

the answer is negative.

Then, for human beings who have the same power but external power, they should not be aliens.

"Is this your answer?" The Prime Minister stared at the assessment report sent by Mycroft, "You gave the highest level of danger to wizards, but you gave it a medium level."

Mycroft stood before the shuttered window, staring with folded hands at London beneath the slit.

"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister," he replied, "my advice is not to be an enemy."

The Prime Minister flipped through it again, put down the report, "I need an explanation."

"Obviously we can't really eliminate these wizards," Mycroft turned around, "Wizards are not aliens, they were born among humans."

"Even if we wiped out all those wizards, it won't help. They are human beings, and we can't wipe out human beings."

Wizards were born among human beings, and even if a group were eliminated, there would be a new awakening after a few years.

"Compared to the established order of wizards, it will be extremely dangerous for newborn wizards to lose this cradle."

Mycroft walked to the table and said, "It's more dangerous to make it chaotic, it's better for the wizard to control those people."

"What did you see there?" The Prime Minister said in a deep voice, "I know that you took away a private cruise ship. Even though it is a private property, your movements still make me wonder if you are being controlled."

Mycroft did not hide his whereabouts from the highest powers.

Hearing the prime minister's doubts, he shook his head and said, "I'm not under control, on the contrary I'm sober."

"The strength of wizards is immeasurable, and their abilities cannot be generalized."

"What I see is the future of our country."

Mycroft's eyes flickered, "We became the first country to establish diplomatic relations with that world, and the benefits we can bring are enough to ensure our security."

"Safety?" The Prime Minister smiled noncommittally.

"The most dangerous thing is always our opponent on the table." McCoff said, "Have you forgotten the achievements made by the United States during World War II?"

"We also participated in it, but the results were taken by them."

When this matter was brought up, the Prime Minister looked a little unhappy.

The original research was done together, and they also provided venue assistance.

It turned out that the other party took all the results and got the title of defeating the Nazis.

It was also at that time that the gap between the two countries began to widen.

The Prime Minister said in a deep voice: "You need to ensure that what you say will come true."

"I can assure you," Mycroft said firmly, "wizards will be our partners."

"We made a plan." The Prime Minister pondered, "Just give up like this?"

"No," Mycroft looked up at the Queen's photo, "continue."

Cooperation is based on equality.

One day the country cannot be equal to it, and they will be slaughtered without protection.

"I need some capable people," Mycroft said, "and enough power."

"I will give you everything I can," the prime minister said, nodding, "during my tenure."

Outliers are more than looks.

After all, this world is dominated by ordinary people.

They can accept a special country that is equal to themselves, but they cannot accept someone over their heads.

This is true for the UK.

Same goes for America.

The difference is what America thinks now.

The aliens need to die.

Because those are out of my control.

And he doesn't want others to control these people.

Selfishness is correct.

No one can be selfless enough to share their land with others casually.

Of course, if you are the Virgin, then ignore me.

After all, those people are good at giving away things from other people's homes as love.

The whole world is working.

The disappearance of some wizards also reached John's ears.

The newly appointed king also needs to face a new test.

...

"How many are missing?"

John asked Tang Mi who sent him the news.

Tang Mi shook his head, "As far as we know, there are the most in the United States. Three wizards in Washington have disappeared, and they have not been found in other regions."

"The missing wizards are of different ages, there are men, women, and children."

Tang Mi condensed and said: "They are continuous neighbors, living in the Muggle community."

"Someone discovered their identities and got them taken away." This was Tang Mi's guess.

John looked at the ring in his hand and said, "It's time."

"What are you going to do?" Tang Mi was taken aback.

John looked up with a calm face: "Give the country another pain point."

Provocation again and again.

John asked Tang Mi to find Rita Skeeter.

When he was the only one left in the office, he sat on his seat, unconsciously rubbing the ring with his fingers.

"Sacrifice, a new reason."

There was a glint of darkness in his eyes.

Wizards who are still in the weak ranks need to keep themselves in the position of justice and being forced to fight back at all times.

And so, a qualified villain is needed.

Greedy people choose to bully the weak, and the weak need a reason to fight back.

So is Magic Crystal Island.

The same goes for this disappearance.

With the founding of the wizarding nation imminent, John wants to show his allies where justice stands in a new show of strength.

When there is no absolute power, even the beacon of the world needs to care about criticism from the outside world.

What's more, John has the evidence that they have done nothing to the wizard for no reason.

Although the weak are not pleasant, they can be sympathetic.

Here comes Rita Skeeter.

"Please tell me, king." Rita said respectfully.

She doesn't look like that crazy woman who falsified newspapers and periodicals at all.

John smiled slightly, "Is that video still there?"

"Always on." Rita pulled out the two VCRs.

One is from the wizarding world and the other is from the Muggle world.

John looked at the Muggle one, chuckled and said, "This time it's our turn to be tough."

...