The Wick family.
"The world is still in chaos." Watson held a soda in his hand, and Ariana sat aside and stared at the TV resentfully.
"Ariana, I bought a new soda flavor."
Ariana cheered and ran over to the refrigerator.
After temporarily taking over the rights to use the TV from his daughter, Watson watched the reports about Poland on TV with some emotion.
"Roar."
Qiqi looked at the cabbage in front of him with a look of rejection.
But Ariana, who held a grudge, said she would let him finish it.
Ariana, who was snickering proudly, was hit on the head by a hand. Looking back, it was Mrs. Wick who noticed her drinking soda.
Ariana decisively pushed the soda in front of Qiqi, pointed at Qiqi and said, "Mom, it secretly drank the soda!"
Mrs. Wick: "..." I knew I shouldn't let my husband take care of the children.
So Watson was watching TV and was being taught a lesson by Mrs. Wick.
Dudley was running and punching outside the window.
"It is reported that the Warsaw explosion was suspected to be caused by a gas pipeline leak, but the international terrorist organization Ten Rings claimed responsibility for the incident. The world is paying close attention to the development of this incident."
The news is on the TV.
Press the remote control button with one hand to turn it off.
Mycroft sat there, his hand on his chin, deep in thought.
On the table in front of it, there was a wooden sign that was scorched black and had one corner burned off.
This is what the agents brought from the surviving building in Warsaw.
After testing, it was found that this thing was wood, produced from sorbus.
But the strange thing is that there is a strange magnetic field on this thing, which is similar to that caused by some kind of energy.
This allowed it to survive the explosion without much damage.
That power keeps disappearing.
"Rune."
He picked up the piece of wood and read the words on it.
Even for a being as knowledgeable as him, he could only vaguely infer that the words above belonged to runes.
The explosion in Warsaw was no less than one of the two gifts dropped on Neon, but strangely, most of that power was offset and absorbed.
It was like breaking through a barrier, causing a lot of power to disappear.
A piece of land appeared out of thin air. This was one of the most bizarre things in Mycroft's many years as an official.
It is unlikely that Poland wants to monopolize this research. There are many agents like Mycroft who even hesitate to use spies lurking in other countries.
Things similar to this piece of wood will definitely appear in various secret service agencies.
"Dong dong."
Mycroft's thoughts were interrupted when he saw his boss appear.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister."
He was a little surprised.
When the Prime Minister came here, his eyes first focused on the piece of wood.
"This is a miracle." Walking to the table, the Prime Minister came without anyone.
He asked, "Can I touch it?"
"Of course, please." Mycroft has great power and can even represent Britain sometimes.
Therefore, the Prime Minister also gave him enough respect. After all, he will change the Prime Minister in a few years, but Mycroft is permanent.
"You know?" the Prime Minister said to himself as he picked up the piece of wood. "When I was little, my mother would tell me stories about wizards."
"Yes, witch, Snow White's stepmother." A hint of impatience flashed in Mycroft's eyes.
After all, such stories are almost universally known in Europe.
He didn't want to know what story the Prime Minister's dear mother told.
"Wizards have magic. With a wave of their hand, they can make people fall asleep and so on." The Prime Minister put down the piece of wood and suddenly asked, "Do you remember my tall black assistant?".z.
"The tall black man? Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Mycroft has an amazing memory, and he immediately remembered who it was.
Who, "resigned a few years ago?"
"Yes, it's him."
The Prime Minister sat in front of Mycroft, his fingers crossed on the table, and his thumbs rubbed together.
"Do you believe in magic? I mean... wizards."
He looked at Mycroft, who looked at the Prime Minister, and laughed ridiculously: "You don't want to tell me that Shacklebolt is a wizard, do you?"
"Yes," the Prime Minister looked at the door and said, "You may find it ridiculous, but every Prime Minister will come into contact with some wizards."
"So?" Mycroft asked as he accepted the impact of information, "You mean, there is a wizard by the Prime Minister's side?"
"No, that was not arranged by the Prime Minister," the Prime Minister shook his head and said, "As far as I know, in the wizarding world, there are also government-like institutions, and Shacklebolt is one of them."
"He sneaked in and became my assistant."
The Prime Minister smiled bitterly and said: "I only found out two years ago that the wizard next to me turned out to be a wizard. He told me that he was protecting me."
"This is ridiculous," Mycroft said after thinking for a while, "What do you want to tell me?"
The Prime Minister looked around, as if he was afraid that a wizard would appear. He approached Mycroft and whispered, "Those guys are right next to us."
He reached out and tapped the piece of wood.
"We don't know him, but he knows us."
Mycroft thought and picked up the wood pieces.
"Magic, wizard."
If the big explosion in Poland was caused by wizards, it would be a very scary thing for all countries.
"On the land that appeared, there were dead bodies," Mycroft said calmly, "Wizards are not immortal."
The Prime Minister nodded.
Who knew that when he saw the wizard appearing in the fireplace in the heavily guarded office, his back was already wet with sweat.
As the place with the highest defense coefficient in the world, it was ignored by wizards.
Those wizards were so arrogant that they regarded themselves as ants.
From that moment on, a seed was planted in his heart.
A seed of wizard mystery.
To this day, he sees what happened in Poland.
Wizards, it seems, are not so mysterious.
They cannot escape death either.
With technology, wizards will also be unable to escape.
A secret operation was quietly carried out in Downing Street in the UK.
The piece of wood was placed in the top secret warehouse of MI6.
Placed next to the database codenamed zero.
And this kind of thing is going on quietly in all countries.
The connection between wizards and Muggle presidents is not only convenient for hiding from wizards, but more importantly, it creates a sense of mystery.
However, now the mystery is broken.
Then wizards become imaginary enemies in the eyes of Muggles.
Not only did they start hunting wizards, but they also began to monitor the existence of wizards.
For example, the British Prime Minister was accompanied by a wizard assistant, but he didn't know about it until the other person revealed his identity.
this is too scary.
If we weren't still wary of the sense of mystery that had been created for a long time, I'm afraid it would have been more than just a picket.
Mycroft served as the architect of this British operation.
He gave the action a name.
Wizards invade.
Mycroft said, "Pay attention, there might be a wizard around you."
"We need to know more."
"The life of a wizard, the abilities of a wizard, the... malice of a wizard."
Yes, Grindelwald's approach was successful.
After enough understanding, the weak will die.
What a wizard can do is to show enough strength to resist after feeling the malice of Muggles.
Wizards don't start wars, but
Muggle meetings.
In a few years, satellites in the sky will dig out those hidden gathering places for wizards.
Satellite and surveillance coverage around the world.
Is there any way for the wizard to survive?
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