Watching Godric shake off the cuffs of the black robe embroidered with holy white gold trim on his body, the incomparably powerful telekinetic shield quietly opened, turned into a black light at the door of the Magic Council, and rushed into the sky. Edwin, Toby and the others put down their right hand on their chests and stood up straight.

"Councillor Toby, do your best! The decision of the executive councillor cannot be changed! ”

Edwin sneered at Toby and said in a deep voice. Then, with the Council and the members of his faction, the members of the Silver Star Order, slowly walked down the steps of the council hall, towards the entrance of the Rubik's Cube Ring not far in front of the council hall, they could not fly into the sky like Godric, that was the privilege of the executive councillors and the policeman of the wizarding world, "Oro", and the ministers of magic of various countries.

"Boss Toby, aren't they too arrogant!"

A black-robed, seventeen- or eighteen-year-old young official mage glared viciously at the group of people in front of Edwin, turned his head to Toby and said.

Speaking of which, the current wizarding world is indeed a bit deformed, and the older group of old magicians who were formerly occult schools in various countries are either sent to various countries as ministers of magic, or in the academy while studying the real magic theories they have pursued for decades, while educating the next generation of the wizarding world. And now most of the day-to-day management of the wizarding world are young people like Toby and Edwin, who are under the age of 30.

"Forget it! Tom. Toby waved his hand absently, turned his head to look at the group of young mages of the Golden Dawn standing behind him, and continued: "Your Excellency Godric will not lie to us, a great crisis that threatens the entire human race, and it is no wonder that they will start to speed up. ”

"But Boss Toby, if we want to speed up, why don't we speed up the whole of Europe, and enforce it with our strength・・・・・・"

A hurried voice rang out from the group of young mages.

"Our power?" Before the voice could finish, Toby had already interrupted him.

"Everyone, don't forget it, there are 20w people in the entire magic world, but there are only less than 10,000 official mages in black robes!"

There was a heaviness in his voice.

"Moreover, how many of these 10,000 people can be called a truly qualified official mage?"

"Tom, just say you, your magic rune literature, have you passed the passing exam?"

Hearing Toby's question, Tom's handsome little face turned red and said, "Boss, you know, I've been looking at the techniques of using elemental magic lately, runes, and there will be time in the future." ”

Although in the "wizarding world", Edward's private space, with the help of the rich pure magic particles, apprentices like Tom with good magical qualifications have successfully passed the hurdle of breaking through the formal mage and condensing the magic pool in the past 3 years, but most of their subsequent cultivation and research directions have chosen more interesting "elemental magic application skills" and "new elemental magic creation" and other more flexible spell practical directions.

"Yes, there's time." Toby sighed weakly, as the son of the leader of the old Obaro consortium, he has been spiritually cultivated by the upper class since he was a child; Among the natives of the Marvel world, one of the first to break through to the formal level; In the past year, during the time when Salazar had broken through the wizard of the Silver Ring, as the de facto true leader of the "Golden Dawn", he naturally saw farther than anyone else.

"A full-fledged mage, if nothing else, can live for 250 years, a full two and a half centuries! For those of us in our 20s, there's still a lot of time. He glanced majestically at the black-robed people around him.

"But what about now? The great crisis of humanity is coming, will they give us more than 200 years? ”

"Our strength, the power of 1w full-fledged mages, for modern society, as long as the Muggles don't use those superweapons, our force is indeed very strong."

"But what is the use of being strong in order to complete the plan of 'secularization of magic'? Among the 1w black robes, how many mages are really in the disciplines of magic rune literature and alchemy circles that can accelerate the 'secularization of magic' plan? ”

"Except for the older generation who educate the next generation in the academy and engage in diplomacy in the outside world, are there 1,000 qualified 1w people?"

"And the 'secularization of magic' throughout Europe? Is 1000 people enough? ”

Toby's repeated rhetorical questions made many of the black-robed people present silent. Everyone is a young man who has broken through the formal mage and whose brain domain has been strengthened by magic, and his IQ is naturally not low, and he knows the extremely grand plan they have participated in before (when Edward released the plan before, he clearly explained that the plan is a fusion of the content of the reports of the two factions in the wizarding world), not to mention 1000 people, to implement it in the whole of Europe, the real 1w people may not be enough!

"We can only take it one step at a time, and you, like the famous reform and opening up in that land in the Far East, let a country, a part of the European people, become strong in the 'secularization of magic'."

"And now, Britain has chosen the wizarding world, and the wizarding world has also chosen the United Kingdom!"

In the sky of the magical world, the golden ball of light that was brilliant at noon emitted an incomparably brilliant pale golden light.

At this point, Toby suddenly paused, and he thought of the story he had heard his grandfather tell him when he was young, the most powerful country in human history, the enemy of France that dominated the technology, culture and economic trade of the entire earth, and was proud of the world for more than a century-long - Great Britain.

Is it about to rise again?

Will the empire of Great Britain return from the dust of history with steam trains and ships full of magical elements, as it did back then?

Shaking his head, Toby put his thoughts aside and saw that the young black-robed people in front of him were silent. He let out another long sigh.

"Let's go, I think next, we 'Golden Dawn' also need to prepare."

He turned around and walked towards the entrance to the Rubik's Cube Loop.

Seeing Toby turn to leave, the young mages of the "Golden Dawn", you look at me, I look at you, hesitated for a moment, but they all hurriedly followed immediately.

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A light rain is pouring down in this season of autumn leaves.

London, the capital of the United Kingdom, is located in an underground building on a small private farm on the outskirts of the city, which is a stronghold of the most famous British intelligence agency, MI6.

On the third floor of the underground building, a confidential conference room the size of a basketball court was filled with nearly 300 British gentlemen in different costumes.

Among these 300 people, there are men and women, and of course more than 80 percent are men.

Among them were the most senior academicians of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, the leaders of some of the most powerful political factions in the country, the most prestigious generals of the military, and, of course, the indispensable heads of a dozen ancient aristocrats and monopoly consortia who really controlled the vast majority of the country's property.

They have different identities, different genders, different knowledge, and the forces and influences they represent behind them are also completely different. The only thing they have in common is that they are all of pure Anglo-Saxon blood, and the above three generations are all true patriots who deeply loved Britain and even fought for the interests of Britain in the first two world wars.

The vast majority of them were in a classified conference room of this level for the first time. Except for the few dignitaries who sat in the front row with a calm face and confidence, family relatives or close friends who joined the wizarding world to become spellcasters, most of the others were almost whispering to each other, carefully inquiring about the inside story of the sudden arrival of the queen and the prime minister.

"I remember the last time I entered a conference room of this caliber was during the Cuban Missile Crisis!"

An old man with a full head of gorgeous hair but full of energy said in a low voice.

"Oh? Dear Dr. Lawrence, have you been here before? ”

Sitting next to the old man is the famous British real estate tycoon, the chubby Mr. Simon.

His round face at the moment is full of curiosity, as a newly rising super-rich man in the past 10 years, he does not know as much about the current situation and political affairs of the British high-level before his development as the veteran British Academy member in front of him.

Hearing their conversation, some of the younger gentlemen around the circle invariably paid attention to this side.