The Saints blew up factories, and they were British factories.
Percy dealt with the matter urgently.
However, the situation caused is too large and involves a wide range.
Even the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters was too late to act.
Percy had a headache, but fortunately no Muggles witnessed this incident.
Harry Potter also successfully used the gathered armor spell to save the Aurors at a critical moment.
An Auror died and his body was taken back to the Ministry of Magic.
His family was notified and watched their son and father in the Auror office.
Abe said: "The saint was going to blow up the factory, and another one came behind him."
She said guiltily: "It would be great if I could find out."
"It's not your fault," Oz Hilde, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, said with hatred in his eyes, "No one can imagine what they would do to those saints."
Oz looked at the other man.
"Potter, I didn't expect us to meet here."
As a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Oz was also a teacher to Harry.
"Professor Hilde," Harry said, "that man..."
"It doesn't matter," Oz said, "the saints don't deserve our mourning."
"No, I mean another one," Harry thought for a moment and said, "There is also a saint who uses sharp fire. His sharp fire is very powerful, just like..."
He searched for comparable words in his mind and said, "Magic as powerful as Altdorf."
"Aldolf?" Oz looked solemn, "Aldolf Edgar?"
The guy who was once so notorious, now there is a guy who can compare with him?
"No, Altdorf may be more powerful than him, Li
Similar on fire. "Harry was almost taken over by Altdorf, so he had some considerations in mind.
After being taught by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry became stronger.
Oz also fell into thinking that such a powerful wizard should not remain unknown.
"I see, Potter, you did a good job." Oz encouraged, "You saved the lives of the Aurors. I think you will be rewarded soon."
"But people still died," Harry hesitated. "I shouldn't accept the award."
"It's all thanks to you, Potter," Oz said. "Without you, Abe and the others would all be dead."
The public is the public, the past is the past.
Harry felt ashamed that he had not saved the Auror, but he had saved others.
No one can be perfect.
...
John put down the A4 paper, and a relationship diagram already appeared in his mind.
"Grindelwald, you have a long way to go."
British, French, German and American.
This is just what we found, those Muggles have connections with Grindelwald.
And those people's positions are not low.
Either a general or second lieutenant who controls a party, or a high-ranking official in an important department.
No matter which one it is, Grindelwald's contact with these people is a cooperative relationship.
They need to allow Grindelwald to create chaos so that he can gain most of the profit and power within it.
Through these weapons, Grindelwald can declare war on the Muggle world and the wizarding world.
"Enemy everyone." John closed his eyes.
His eyes turned gray again, and once again he peered into the future.
In the future, he and Grindelwald fought. It was a fight to the death, killing each other at all costs.
The frown never relaxed
Go, John sees an explosion.
Not in any other city, in London.
The detonated bomb engulfed half of London.
Tens of thousands died and the Muggles started a war.
He saw dark shadows, dark shadows looming over the Muggle army.
Death is like a withered plant.
The gray disappeared, and John looked at the prophecy ball in front of him.
He picked up the prophecy ball, which turned into powder in his hand and flew away in the wind.
"Muggles start a war." John rubbed the ring and thought about the future.
This is a war waged against wizards, and once it begins, it becomes irreversible.
Muggles and wizards need to die.
"The explosion was the key, the bomb that exploded in the center of London."
He was deep in thought.
Muggle investigations into wizards were increasing.
Today's explosion cannot be hidden from the smart people among Muggles, and wizards have taken another step on the edge of exposure.
"Continuous cover-up only makes people suspicious, and the truth is often the bridge of communication."
John pointed his finger on the table, "I need a chance to communicate."
He is not Fudge, and he would not be foolish enough to threaten the Prime Minister of a country.
What's more, the one in London is even more difficult to deal with than the Prime Minister.
Snape, a senior undercover, couldn't get too close to the other party.
Mycroft is gradually mastering information about the wizarding world, and he is one of the smartest people in the world.
Gambling with such people requires less clever methods.
Just as John was thinking about this, he saw an unexpected owl.
Qiqi.
The big-headed gray owl stepped on the railing outside with his big feet.
He poked his head in to make sure Basil was inside.
"Basil is not here," John said, speechless, "come in."
Hearing that Basil was not there, Qiqi flew in.
Coming in
At that moment, it turned back into a fire dragon and let out a dragon roar with an aggrieved look.
"I know you've been wronged, but you've also gained something, right? For example..." John thought for a while and said, "Look at how slim you've become during this time, and you've all lost weight by eating vegetables."
Qiqi growled, "I'm a fire dragon, not a thin dog."
"Okay, okay, I'll help you improve the food when I get back," John patted Qiqi's big head.
Looking outside, John saw a white shadow flying inside.
The next second.
Like a speeding fighter jet, a kick dropped from the sky and kicked Qiqi on the head, directly knocking the fire dragon back to the owl.
Basil was like kicking a rubber ball, constantly teaching this little brother who turned his back to deliver the letter.
Qiqi was beaten passively.
Sometimes it wonders, is he a fire dragon or is this owl?
Whose owl can kick away a fire dragon?
"Don't fight for too long, Basil." John shook his head helplessly and opened the letter.
It was written by my father, and it contained information about the affairs of my uncle and the Wick family.
"Not just the UK, more countries are taking notice."
John frowned.
Being discovered and showing up are not the same thing.
It seems that I need to find a chance to meet Muggle people as soon as possible.
Then John continued to read, and fell silent when he saw that his father just wrote down a bunch of names to deceive Mycroft.
In fact, it was not written casually. Those people were all Watson's suspects.
He originally wanted to check them one by one, but he didn't want it to be troublesome and just handed over the list for Mycroft to check by himself.
The problem is, those lists are almost the same as what John found out.
Should he say that his father is lucky, or should he say that his father is lucky?
Are you saying that dad is really not afraid of death?
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