This was an act of justice that didn't need to be told to everyone.
In that magnificent white palace, the five corners are like sharp swords, releasing the pressure of a powerful country to the outside all the time.
"Should we turn it on?"
When a minister who decided on the launch of this war heard this question.
He smiled.
"This is the war they started."
"And we..." He paused slightly and looked at the black man, his tone filled with arrogance and contempt for uncivilized wizards, "We are justice."
justice?
The magical world is hidden in this world, and in the eyes of the minister, they are just like those rats in the sewer.
Just as shameful.
Being able to sit in this position, he clearly knows what those wizards do.
"This is an invasion of a country." The black man hoped that he would reconsider. He said solemnly, "We know nothing about him."
But such a tone made the minister sneer.
"You know, those guys just have some tricks like magic," the minister moved his fingers, "boo!"
"A city is destroyed."
"This is our little trick."
"A country? Whose country? Wizards?" The minister shook his head and said, "Do they have a country?"
Yes, do wizards have a country?
They exist in various countries and are they citizens of various countries?
No no no.
They are not America's children.
Just like Mycroft said, no wizard would go to the police station to call the police.
They have their own laws, and no country would like such a group of people to go their own way in their own land like a colony.
"They are a bunch of thieves, they stole our land, our resources."
"Do you know how much land suddenly appeared in Poland?" the minister said. "They stole some land in America, they stole some land in England, they stole some land in Germany."
"They are thieves, and I don't remember the government allowing them to establish a so-called Magical Congress under our building."
As the black man listened, he seemed to have thought of something.
His eyes flickered when he saw this powerful guy.
Without their own land, even if they blend in and hide among the crowd, they are just a group of stowaways.
The minister's attitude made him understand that even stowaways between countries would be deported, let alone those from different races.
The minister left.
He came with an order for war to be waged.
This time it was Muggle arrogance.
They confidently feel that they only need a few planes and a few soldiers to shut up the so-called wizards.
Purple gold is beckoning to them.
And the whole world will completely follow the guidance of the lighthouse and move forward.
"Pierce," the minister said after hugging a blond man and whispering something in each other's ears, "I think we're going to be rich."
"Great, enough energy to make people salivate." The man with glasses named Pierce smiled.
"As for the World Security Council," the minister smiled, "I think you are the most suitable successor."
Pierce smiled and said, "Thank you."
The two shook hands and understood each other tacitly.
The seeds Grindelwald planted in the Muggle world have taken root in the most powerful country.
This is contempt for war and arrogance for wizards.
And people like them are doing the same thing in those big countries.
...
U.K.
The Prime Minister was subjected to something akin to forced embezzlement.
"I am under huge pressure."
The Prime Minister messed up his hair with his fingers and buried his face with his oily palms.
Mycroft understood what the Prime Minister meant.
Should we follow the lighthouse to get a share of the pie, or should we stand still?
This is a very difficult thing.
"We don't know even 10% of wizards," Mycroft said, always remaining calm and graceful. "In today's information age, this is a fatal mistake."
"I know, but some people are jealous of that." The Prime Minister complained. "You know, the temptation is too great."
"With all due respect, Mr. Prime Minister," Mycroft slowly approached the Prime Minister, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Do you really think this place is clean?"
The Prime Minister was stunned at first, and then his face became stern.
Mycroft observed these subtle changes very carefully.
He glanced at the British Royal Guards ornaments as ornaments seemingly casually, "I cleaned the room some time ago. Sometimes without cleaning, you wouldn't even know there was a lot of dust in the house."
"Those bugs, they can always appear in the room when you don't care."
"It's a headache."
The Prime Minister's face darkened. He held his head with disheveled hair and said in a deep voice, "Then you should know which blind spots to clean in order to find them."
Mycroft stretched out his hand, passed it across the Prime Minister's desk, rubbed his fingers, and said, "More often, it's because we are not careful."
Seeing this action, the Prime Minister looked very ugly.
There are actually those bugs in my office.
He raised his head and looked at how this minister, Mycroft, understood.
Mycroft smiled and stood up, walked to the bookshelf guard, and knocked the guard down as if by accident. He suddenly asked: "I remember you like the Bible, Prime Minister?"
"Yes, I go to church on my days off."
After hearing what he said, Mycroft took out a Bible, placed it on the table and slowly pushed it over.
"There is a saying that I like very much," he put his hand on the Bible, pointed it to the Prime Minister with his finger, and said meaningfully, "the way to salvation lies in it."
Mycroft turned to leave, and the Prime Minister slowly opened the book.
A CD is sitting there.
He closed it without changing his expression.
It looks like the war against wizards will be put on the back burner.
The real war is within.
When the Prime Minister returned home, he rummaged around and after confirming that there was no surveillance equipment, he put the disc into the drive.
As the disc spins in the computer.
The Prime Minister understood that this represented Mycroft's position and was also a signal that he did not want to start a war.
After becoming Prime Minister, he never knew that there were far more problems internally than externally.
...
It rains a lot in London.
The rain pounded on the umbrella.
Two black umbrellas stood in front of the station.
"Are you trying to prove it to me, Watson?" Mycroft calmly looked at some hurried passers-by nearby, "How much do you know about the list that even the government doesn't know about?"
Under the umbrella next to him, Watson held a bottle of soda in his hand and drank from a straw. He shrugged and said, "Some business matters, they prefer to tell their financial managers."
"Every year, more than a billion pounds flow to foreign countries, and then flow back from the outside," Watson said as the glass bottle in his hand bottomed out. "It would take me half a minute to explain to you, but this amount of money only costs In twenty seconds it can be turned into legal currency and enter those people’s pockets.”
"This is a huge chain of interests," Mycroft turned to look at Watson and asked, "For you, it is best to have it in your hands."
"Mycroft, do you know why I like to deal with you?" Watson put the bottle into his pocket and put one hand in his pocket, "Because you know how much I value my family."
"To you, that might be a big deal
But for me, it just means that my son will have fewer enemies. "
Following Watson's actions, the pedestrians around him stopped.
Watson walked forward, "I welcome you to dine at the Continental Hotel at any time. A very skilled neon chef has come to London."
He walked into the crowd, and the crowd began to move again, making him disappear.
Mycroft watched the crowd gradually disappear, unable to tell which people were from the hotel.
"Family?"
Thinking of his brother, Mycroft suddenly felt that he felt the same as Watson.
No matter when or where, family is the weakness of people like them.
"If you offend these people, your situation will become difficult, Watson."
Mycroft turned and left. He still needed to clean up for the government.
Having ulterior motives has never been the standard for people like them.
It depends on whether it is of any use to you.
The United States is worried that others will enjoy the fruits of victory, and can't wait to sail towards the ocean.
That unknown fruit, is it a forbidden fruit or a poisonous apple.
It all depends on the strength that the wizard can show.
"John Wick."
Mycroft wanted to know what kind of person this underground president was, the son he wanted to protect even at the cost of a huge chain of interests.
What kind of status should it have among wizards?
...
An island in the Atlantic Ocean.
It was named the Magic Crystal Mine.
Sitting cross-legged on the shore, Neville opened a lunch box.
There were three Big Mac sandwiches inside. With a happy smile on his face, he picked up a sandwich and put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Looking up, warships appeared on the coastline one after another.
This place does not belong to any country, that is to say.
Warships from any country can arrive here.
Neville ate his sandwich in a few bites and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
...
