John is really not fit to be on the side of justice.
He is leading a war, using human greed as a weapon.
Magic energy, a pollution-free energy.
And in the magical world.
Penello calls it a excavated crystal.
But actually, it was produced by John.
Greedy Muggles don't know Legilimency, so they think it's new gold flowing out of the ground like oil.
His back was to Percy, and the sky outside the window was already dark.
Lightning flashed across the clouds, and the silvery light reflected the dark outline of John's half.
"Justice is very vague, but it can restrain those groups who are willing to call themselves righteous." John chuckled, "They will pay for their choices."
Percy looked at John, remained silent for a while and said, "The power of Muggles is not that easy to deal with."
"So we are not destroying it, but showing it off." John raised his eyebrows. "It hurts once, and they will know that the hedgehog's spikes can hurt people."
"I picked the place for this war."
John snapped his fingers and the curtains were closed, unable to see the darkness outside.
He looked at Percy and asked seriously: "Do you think what I did is wrong?"
"You can't be wrong," Percy shook his head. "It may not be just, but it's right."
Justice and right are never bound together.
Justice does not mean right.
And correctness is not justice.
What the magical world needs is a correct government, not a righteous government.
Qilin's choice is pure kindness and justice, but it is incorrect.
What John did was a conspiracy and calculation, but it represented the right thing.
He turned the emerald ring on his finger and murmured: "I think we are too loose, like loose sand."
...
Mycroft looked at the energy test report, put it down, and looked at the Prime Minister opposite.
"Remember those wood chips?" the Prime Minister said in a low voice, "the same energy."
"I know how mysterious and powerful those things are," Mycroft said thoughtfully, "What I care more about is how he showed this thing in front of us."
"He wants to show kindness?" Mycroft shook his head and said, "No, not really."
"What Miss Crevat said is like asking other countries to recognize the legitimacy of their magical world."
"We solved a diplomatic accident because of this thing, didn't we?" the Prime Minister said, "The United States is a difficult thing, and now they are eyeing this thing."
"With all due respect, Mr. Prime Minister." Mycroft said with the elegance of an English gentleman, "This is an apple that has not yet been tasted."
"Is it the forbidden fruit that opens a new era, or is it the queen's poisonous apple?"
Even the Prime Minister needs to value the wisdom of this minister who is trusted by the Queen.
Forbidden fruit or poison apple.
Mycroft placed an unknown label on this alluring energy.
If they bite it in a hurry, will it be glorious or poisonous and fatal?
Politicians are not knights. They have more factors to consider.
For the development of the country, eating the forbidden fruit, even if it means oppressing the magical world, is just a small price to pay.
"For the sake of your tenure, I suggest waiting and watching is a good option."
Mycroft said: "The United States will be more greedy, and the fruits they eat will bear fruit faster."
The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Maintain the current relationship with the magical world."
Mycroft nodded at the wisdom of his approach.
The Prime Minister still listened to the advice.
There are currently no more than ten people who know the magic power source.
People in both countries need to consider this.
The crisis between the two sides has been resolved, and friendship seems to have returned.
Like the treasonous General Ted, the Vengeful Banshee was blamed for a re-trial run, which unfortunately ran aground and caused a power system failure.
The person above died in the accident and was taken to British waters.
He Xini’s explanation will inevitably be questioned by some people.
But as long as the skin is thick enough, the tacit understanding between the two countries is enough to suppress this diplomatic accident.
The American representatives came privately because they did not want to put this matter on the negotiation table between the two countries.
Solve problems privately and quietly make big problems disappear.
Mycroft stood up and left.
The Prime Minister asked: "Are you interested in the wizarding world?"
"No," Mycroft paused, shook his head and said, "I care about the country."
Even more brilliant than his quick mind are Mycroft's eyes and intuition.
He is better at looking at people than investigating cases.
The young man who represents the wizarding world, John Wick.
When he first saw this man at Wick's house, he classified him as dangerous.
There are many mysteries in the file code-named '0.
Next to the file, the task code named 'Qing 0' is looking for members.
Along with it, there is a plan that only two people know about.
Codename, 'Witch Hunt.'
Mycroft must stay awake and calm at all times, because he has too many responsibilities on his shoulders.
He is the brain hidden in the darkness.
...
At Webb's feet was a body.
"stop……"
The fallen figure struggled weakly.
Webb's wand lowered, and the green light flickered and let life die.
He walked forward and came to a door.
He knocked politely.
"Please wait a moment."
A clear female voice came from inside.
Webb waited quietly for a while.
The door in front of me was opened.
A fourteen-year-old girl wearing shorts and short sleeves appeared. She had long brown hair.
After seeing Webb, the girl was obviously confused.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Um...please wait a moment," Webb took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at the name on it, and asked politely, "Is this Tote Mario's house?"
"That's my dad, what do you want?" the girl said, "He's not here right now, I can convey it to you."
"That's such a shame."
Webb said sadly: "I have something extremely important to see him for."
With the piercing sirens ringing in his ears, Webb smiled and said, "Then please convey it to him."
"Okay." The girl waited for Webb's next words.
Web raised his wand.
"Thank you for your contribution to the magical world."
It was a terrorist attack and an assassination at the same time.
Taote Mario received the news and came to the house in a police car. He opened the door and ran down directly.
He gasped and widened his eyes as he looked at the body that had been removed from the house.
"No, no, no!"
He staggered over and ran over, reaching out tremblingly to open the body bag.
A hand held his hand, that of a police sergeant who was also a father.
He shook his head and couldn't bear to say: "Mr. Congressman, you need to be prepared."
Looking at the police chief, Taote Mario nodded with difficulty.
He unzipped it bit by bit.
A body drained of blood, her throat slit.
At the door of Mario's house, there were traces of struggle with shocking blood stains.
"She tried
Call for help," the police chief said solemnly. "The man unexpectedly slit her throat, watched her crawling on the ground, and then dragged her back to the house."
"who is it!"
Taut couldn't keep calm, he growled, "Who killed my daughter!"
He swore that he would kill that man with his own hands!
"Other bodies were found around the house and we still need to investigate."
It was the first time the police chief encountered such a difficult case.
Not only because of the congressmen involved, but also because of the superb killing techniques.
Their only evidence was a passerby who discovered the body.
He found the body lying outside and called the police, but the police officers who arrived did not find the murderer.
It can be seen from the time of the girl's death that the murderer left not long ago.
Just when this happened, a few days passed.
Another murder occurs.
The same technique, clean and crisp killing.
The person who died was an officer.
Then, it happened again.
That person was running around in the city.
Let the restless atmosphere surround this place.
Finally once.
That person was caught open.
The bullet hit the man.
The sergeant looked at the colonel who swore the oath, and the police officer handed over an evidence bag.
"This is impossible!" The colonel's eyes widened as he looked at the deformed warhead.
His shooting performance in the army was among the top. There was absolutely no way that the bullets he fired would miss, not to mention that the man had his back turned to him.
Could that be a ghost?
Things got worse and worse.
Webb stood in front of the majestic white building, the Deathly Hallows symbol in his hand heating up.
"That's crazy." Web drew his wand.
...
"It's really crazy."
John watched the TV, with waves in his calm eyes.
Sitting on the sofa, John looked at Tang Mi aside.
As the founder of Silverhand Magic, it's not unusual for John to have a television at home.
He asked: "Do you believe that someone will give everything for their ideals?"
Tang Mi was stunned for a moment and then said piously, "For your lord, I am willing to do this."
After hearing this, John turned his attention back to the TV.
The scene that was rushed to report made him understand that a crisis was approaching.
...
