Silverhand Manor.
Blue flames burned in the fireplace, and Watson walked out of it and patted the ashes on his head.
Behind him, Mycroft had a hint of surprise on his face.
"Welcome to Silverhand Manor, Mr. Mycroft."
Tang Mi came over with a smile.
Mycroft glanced at Tang Mi and quickly confirmed that this was not the person he wanted to see.
As expected, Tang Mi looked at Watson and said respectfully: "Please come with me, Mr. Wick."
Watson had no doubt that he was there, after all, he had also met this subordinate of his son.
The two walked outside the Silverhand Manor. Mycroft was here alone. He said loudly: "If you want to show off here, I can only tell you that you have made the wrong decision."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to be outspoken."
The voice came from the left.
Mycroft looked around and saw that a room was open on the stairs on the left.
He went up the stairs.
This place was not much different from the upper-class mansions he visited.
A black owl stood there, its head tilted, looking at Mycroft.
Mycroft stopped for a while and walked towards the room.
This is a study room.
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 extended the invitation. After thinking for three seconds, Mycroft stepped into the circle surrounded by books.
He saw the true face of those books, which were numbers and lines that were changing one after another.
Mycroft saw several familiar names from there.
"Eleanor Duru."
"Lawson Julian."
"Matthew Milu."
These names are from government and military officials.
Mycroft said: "Can I understand that you are spying on them?"
"Yes." John nodded without hesitation, "I'm monitoring them."
"It's not just them either."
John raised his hand and brushed it. The books in front of him were like a giant wheel, turning in the other direction.
A new batch of names appeared. Those names were extremely unfamiliar to ordinary people, but to Mycroft, they were also recognizable at a glance.
That's a bunch of names from outside the UK.
The person in front of me not only monitors officials in his own country, but also monitors places outside the country.
There were also some unfamiliar names, and those people were not Muggles.
John snapped his fingers, and the books spread into pieces of parchment and spliced into a huge map floating in front of him.
"Britain, Germany, France, the United States, Poland, Turkey."
He randomly pointed to a red dot on the map, which was in New York City, America.
He said calmly: "There was also a weapons theft here. Just like the national defense base, they also knew nothing about it."
"But the fact is," Mycroft said, "it was the wizard who did it."
"Yes, that's wrong." John waved his hand, and the huge map began to fold, 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 Mycroft and said, "I think this is not the first time we have met, Mr. Mycroft."
"What should I call you?" Mycroft stared at John, "Should I call you John Wick, or something else?"
"Why do you think I have any other name?" John was surprised.
"Watson Wick," Mycroft said dissatisfied, "you disguised yourself as his child and supported him to gain huge power in the Muggle world. Do you want him to be your spokesperson?"
Mycroft's brain was working rapidly and he analyzed: "For wizards, it is not impossible to stay young."
"Hopkins is at your service. Your current appearance is just a cover-up."
"You're worrying too much."
After listening to Mycroft's analysis, John felt speechless.
Do smart people like to make assumptions?
"My name is John Wick, and I am also the son of Watson Wick." John said calmly, "At the same time, I am also the person who can negotiate with you on behalf of the magical world."
There was distrust in Mycroft's eyes, "Do you want to tell me that you are eighteen years old?"
"Absolutely." 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 did not diminish. He looked at the bookshelf, "You want to negotiate with me?"
"I think you might be a so-called wizard genius, but according to my observation, Watson is not a wizard."
"You view wizards as subhuman," John said, shaking his head. "You are wrong."
Mycroft turned his gaze, "Oh?"
"This needs to start with the birth of the wizard." John snapped his fingers.
A chair appeared behind Mycroft, and John invited him to sit down.
"In the magical world, wizards are divided into three categories." John raised three fingers and said, "Pure blood, half blood, and Muggle-born."
"The so-called pure blood means that all ancestors are composed of wizards."
"And mixed blood means one of the parents is a wizard, and the other is an ordinary person like you."
"Muggles, the name wizards use for non-magical people who cannot use magic."
"A Muggle-born wizard, as the name suggests, is one whose parents are ordinary people, not wizards."
At this point, John pointed at himself and said, "And I am a Muggle-born wizard."
"In the magical world, there are many wizards like me."
Mycroft listened carefully and asked, "Are you trying to say that you grew up in the same environment as me?"
"That's right." It's easy to talk to smart people. John pointed his finger, and a mist rose, turning into a magnificent school scene.
"In the magical world, there are magic schools. When people with magical talents grow up to eleven years old, they will receive admission notices from these schools."
John laughed: "I didn't even know I was a wizard until I received the notice."
"Before this, everything I received was British education, British culture, and British habits."
"Tell me, Mycroft," John's eyes flashed with a glint, "Are we the same people?"
The environment determines the location. If it is a group of people who grew up in the UK, is it any different from the locals?
Mycroft crossed his fingers on his knees, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"We are from the same country, Mycroft." John said, "We are not enemies."
"Just like every country has some insane and insane people, the magical world also has some radical people."
"Wizards and Muggles, we can't separate from each other," John shook his head and said, "I chose to meet you so that you can see the sincerity that belongs to the wizarding world."
He looked deeply at Mycroft and said, "Everything is fine."
"Everything goes well?" Mycroft smiled, "Do you think it's possible?"
"I admit your mysterious abilities, but you should know that a country should not have two governments." Mycroft said, "Which world's laws should wizards follow? Magic or us?"
Contradictions have always existed.
"I have never heard of any wizard going to the police station to report a crime." Mycroft said.
"Our worlds are too close together," John raised his eyebrows, "You should see what we are capable of."
"With all due respect, although your abilities are mysterious," Mycroft smiled confidently, "but our strength is even stronger."
"Yes, but," John
He chuckled and said, "There is more than one country, isn't it?"
Mycroft's originally confident expression turned gloomy in an instant.
John said calmly: "I believe there are always some countries willing to cooperate with me."
"The conflict between wizards and ordinary people is far less huge than the conflict between countries."
John smiled, but Mycroft had to consider the threat contained in this sentence.
The wizard's abilities, although unable to cause as much damage as thermal weapons.
But they have the ability to enter and exit the blocked area at will, if this ability is cooperated with other countries.
So do those countries that do not recognize wizards mean that they have to be on guard against the appearance of such a group of people at any time?
Among them, it cannot be said clearly in a few words.
Mycroft needs to be careful.
He looked at John and asked, "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just continue to stay in the magical world," John shrugged. "To be honest, except for some crazy people, we don't want to get involved in your affairs."
"That's a crisis for the magical world, but it's also a crisis for you."
John said: "You also found out that some people want to use the wizard's ability to cause some unrest in the country."
"Now there is an opportunity. As long as you cooperate, we will deal with those guys." John smiled, "And we can have some cooperation."
"cooperate?"
Mycroft thought.
"Can you really represent the wizarding world?" he asked again, needing an accurate answer.
John said; "Of course."
Wizards are also born among ordinary people. What Mycroft had thought before was that there was a gap between these people and ordinary people.
But now it seems that they may be just like him, but they have some extraordinary talents.
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
But if that's the case, it's not impossible.
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