MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 745

"You will be very tired, my daughter," Mr. Greengrass said, shaking his head. "He is the king, and beside him is the queen of the whole world."

"I know, father," Daphne said firmly, "I will make myself worthy of him."

Mr. Greengrass was hesitant to say, I want you to change, don't hang yourself from a tree.

"Look at Delacour's daughter who won't go to be with the king."

Slytherin is truly the most stubborn person in the world.

The ships flew into the portal and the castle in the sky was left on the island.

John still needs to use this thing.

His body slowly floated up.

As he flew higher and higher, John's body gradually turned into white light.

Light form.

On the castle in the sky, twelve magic-powered destroyer cannons automatically aimed at John.

John raised his right hand, a ball of violent, vibrating energy constantly overflowing with terrifying radiation that could instantly destroy body cells.

The Elder Wand pointed at the ball of energy, and John's eyes turned into vertical pupils.

"Since you want to destroy, let's let you succeed."

The Elder Wand stirred up the ball of energy and raised it to the sky.

Twelve magic-powered destroyer cannons were aimed at John.

Activated at the same time.

Twelve blue lights hit John's wand.

The flames in the castle burned more and more blue.

The extremely cold light converged on the wand, eventually forming a gem that was blue on the outside and extremely gorgeous on the inside.

John clapped his hands, and the limited gloves turned into a furnace, constantly reshaping this power.

Finally, he lay quietly in John's hands.

Raising the colorful gem in his hand, John placed it in the sun, making it dazzling.

"Destruction is always beautiful. What is more valuable than the Mona Lisa is the Mona Lisa in flames."

Taking off one of the super magic crystals, John put the energy aggregate into it.

It ran through John's body like an electric current.

He moved his fingers, lowered his eyes and looked down.

The wand was raised.

At the bottom of the castle, a conical golden altar-like muzzle appeared.

"The Alchemy Department has also produced a lot of good things these days."

John snapped his fingers.

Energy is gathered in that muzzle.

Falling heavily on the island below.

A semicircular explosion continued to spread, and finally left a trace with a radius of more than 100 meters in the center of the island.

A large piece of purple round magic crystal appeared there.

Object photography magic is activated.

The magic crystal that is the core of the island flies up.

The tightly connected convergence on the island dissipated, and the island began to fall apart.

The huge magic core is ten meters in size.

John placed it at the bottom of the castle.

Watching the core being gradually integrated, a huge light on the castle lit up.

On the surface, a series of magic circles are formed together.

A few hours later, the island that experienced the war in the Atlantic Ocean disappeared without a trace.

And there was no trace of Sky Castle and John who were originally above.

And all this, Muggles don’t know.

…

As the person in charge of this operation.

The minister is being held accountable.

"You know what you're doing?" the then president was furious.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President," the minister said with a respectful expression, but actually rolled his eyes inwardly, "This is a necessary war."

"If we don't get those things, it would be a huge blow for other countries to get them."

"A nuclear bomb can prevent us from future troubles forever."

The minister spread his hands and said, "Why not do it."

"The public knows..."

"No one will know," the minister smiled, "No one will ever know."

This is a war that has not been recorded in any way.

It was just a daily fleet exercise. Unfortunately, there was a high probability that the fleet would encounter a disaster at sea.

"This is a natural disaster. It's inevitable, right?" the minister said to the president. "We can't always live in the shadow of others."

"During that assassination, I remember you were very angry."

The minister has a tight grasp on the president.

Who knows how dangerous someone who could break into the Pentagon could be.

Rather than gambling on the conscience of those wizards, it would be better to avoid future troubles forever.

The president is also a human being, and he is also afraid of death.

Who would be willing to leave behind this colorful world and leave if they can live?

You have to know how much hard work he put in and how much money he spent behind him to win votes and curse in front of the most powerful people in the world in this position.

So when he heard that the minister had allowed people to die on an island, his first reaction was the public.

As long as the public doesn't know...

The president looked gloomy.

"I will take care of the family members," the minister said as he walked down the steps. "I will hold a memorial service for the fallen soldiers, even though they died in a 'natural disaster'."

"I personally feel that as the conductor of this exercise takes responsibility, I also have joint responsibility."

"How about a thirteen-inch confession?"

The president also got off the donkey along the slope. He muttered: "You know I trust you."

"Just do it this way, don't let the image of the United States be damaged."

The minister who got the concession was also smiling.

It doesn’t matter if he and the president are not from the same political party.

At this level, what they mainly value is not the so-called alliance, but the benefits it can bring.

The minister left.

He still didn’t know how much hidden dangers he had left behind what he thought was a seamless approach.

At this point, Mycroft is much smarter than him.

In the club he founded, Mycroft enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.

The rules are set here to give yourself space to be alone.

Although everyone can't speak and stay here quietly to enjoy the peace, who can refuse to make friends with a group of the most valuable people in Britain.

These are all interested parties.

It can also be said to be Mycroft’s party.

He provides a platform for these people to enjoy a peaceful gimmick and impress each other.

But today.

The silence was broken.

More than ten hours have passed since the list was submitted to the Prime Minister.

Mycroft thought about the hidden war, and the news had not yet been sent back.

There was a knock on the door.

This made everyone in the club cast their eyes over with great dissatisfaction.

A young man who broke the rules of this club.

"Let's talk?"

He spoke.

Mycroft looked over, he knew who the other party was talking to.

He stood up, his expression a little heavy.

It is rare for such an expression to appear on the face of this brain.

The club members who were originally dissatisfied also discovered something.

They watched Mycroft walk out of the club.

In a room with strangers.

John sat on the sofa and looked at Mycroft standing there. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I think this is the third time we have met. We don't need to be so formal."

"I won't sit on that sofa." Mycroft put his left hand in his pocket and put his right hand on the back of the chair, saying in a deep voice, "Are you here to announce the results to me?"

"Obviously, yes."

John looked at the black tea on the table and asked, "You shouldn't mind if I enjoy a cup of black tea."

Mycroft saw the teapot on the table fly up and pour steaming tea into the patterned cup.

The cup slowly came to John and was caught by him.

"As a person who grew up in the UK, tea is as inseparable as water." John sipped the black tea.

"You still want to tell me that truth," Mycroft's eyes flashed, "the same cultural influence."

"It would be great if all the people in power in this world were as smart as you," John chuckled. "Then I don't need this war."

"You guessed it right, I deliberately led this war."

John let go of the cup and it floated in the air.

He raised his right hand, and the silver ring covered his arm.

He pointed to the gorgeous gem on the back of his hand.

"Greed will set you on fire."

Mycroft's eyes fell on the gem and asked, "What is that?"

"In your words, this is a disaster."

John said calmly: "As long as I want, you can see a very grand fireworks show."

"What do you want?" Mycroft did not continue to ask, but looked at John, "Your strength has been shown to me."

"That's not enough. I want the whole world to see this power."

John crossed his fingers and his eyes flashed, "My father told me about your kindness."