The Kingdom of Bhutan is located high in the Himalayas in the east, and it is a country of unparalleled beauty.

It is where many important magics are born, and it is a place where devout shamans and believers will exist.

This place symbolizes the sanctity of the wizarding world, and in the same way, some important matters will be decided here.

For example, the election of the International Confederation of Wizards, where they elect a new president.

Supporters of the contenders are here, and they are on those stone and wood roads***.

The lively scene is not noisy, but full of harmony.

Barty Sr. was also here, and his supporters cheered him on.

Old Barty also changed his seriousness and waved his palms very intimately.

Pierce was by his side, with a smile on his face.

"Minister of Protective Magic, I didn't think of it that way in my old days."

On the wooden balcony, Oxer, in a trench coat and cowboy hat, stared down.

The execution table was silent next to him, and Oxer snorted unhappily, "It's you wood who is acting with me."

"It's good for your adults that Secretary Crouch is the new president." The execution table spoke, "Don't forget, our identity can be here because of your lordship."

"Of course I don't have a problem with adults," Oaks fiddled with his wand, "but I think I'll do something like this one day."

Oxer's gaze shifted to the twins beside Crouch and said, "If necessary, I will give my life."

The execution table did not respond to him, but there was some surprise that the famous index finger man Oxer was so loyal.

"I admire the strong." Oxer grinned, "He made me find a meaning in life that I didn't have before."

"So do we." The execution table replied.

Star Bandits, a group of heinous wanted criminals.

There were no less than ten human lives in their hands.

It can be said that if they are all killed, no one will feel sorry for them, they will only applaud.

But the darker the people, the more powerful they are.

The strength they see is not the invincibility of the high.

It's a power that keeps changing the world.

They saw this in John.

That adult, whether intentionally or unconsciously, is constantly changing the world.

Oxer glanced at old Barty who had walked up the stairs and said to the execution table, "Take that little guy and hope he doesn't pee his pants."

His eyes were fixed on a few wizards in the streets, and with a madness in his eyes eager to kill, he said, "Deal with those guys."

The execution table looked at the wizard leaning against the doorway.

This mission also brings a burden, which is the reason why Oxer is unhappy.

Theodore silently watched the crowd walk by.

"Is this the world John touched?"

The real wizarding society is nothing like Hogwarts.

It's a place full of danger and strife.

The person who talked to you one second may use a wand to understand your life the next.

The Star Disciple took him to the most dangerous places, and during this time, Theodore almost died twice.

For those dangers, he was not afraid for some reason, but had some excitement and anticipation.

I touched my heart and felt my heart beating.

Theodore was not strong in the past, but the changes in his family and his dedication to honor made him transform.

As John said, these will allow him to grow quickly and become a qualified Noether.

...

The election will begin tomorrow.

Arriving early is also to facilitate the arrangement of follow-up matters.

For example, several candidates will meet here first.

They are:

Barty Crowe

Strange.

Inger Griffiths.

Jing Zhang.

Odom Tick.

The four candidates came to meet at the foot of the castle.

They greeted each other like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, but in fact some were just meeting for the first time.

In front of the camera, they behaved modestly and modestly.

Actually, everyone has their own ideas.

Odom is a bearded wizard who is not the current president of the American Congress, but he has a high supporter.

Jing Zhang is a middle-aged dignified and elegant witch, her posture and etiquette cannot be faulted, and the softness of the Oriental makes her full of charm.

"Long time no see, Odom." Old Barty shook hands with Odom, a wistful smile on his face.

Odom shook his arm vigorously and laughed, "I thought you were going to forget about me."

He was an Ilvermorny student of Thunderbird Academy, and had traveled to Hogwarts for exchange studies during his time.

And that time happened to be the period when Barty Sr. was the student president.

The two have known each other for decades, but because of their return to China and many things, their contact has gradually decreased.

"Nice to meet you." Jing Zhang shook his head and gestured.

"Ms. Zhang." Old Barty nodded in the same way.

Turning his gaze to the last man, old Barty had a wary look in his eyes.

"Hello, Crouch." Inge smiled slightly, "I don't think it's the first time we've met."

"Yes, the last time we met was in Poland."

Old Bartipi didn't smile, that meeting was not very pleasant.

There is a contradiction between the two people, and he has learned the true face of the person in front of him.

Grindelwald.

I didn't expect the other party to choose to repeat the old trick.

This made old Barty sneer, now is not the same as before.

Nor does it belong to the era of Grindelwald.

"Have a great time, Mr. Griffith." Barty Sr. said.

Inge didn't seem to care about Old Barty's malice, and smiled indifferently, "I think so, and I wish you a good day, Crouch."

There is a competitive saber-rattling between the two sides.

...

John didn't travel to Bhutan to watch the election.

One is that there is no need, the current Ministry of Magic is not the wine bag and rice bag of the past.

The birth of the Auror training course has given the Aurors a systematic special training path, and you can obtain a series of equipment by completing the training through the assessment.

With the blessing of equipment, you can exert your combat effectiveness beyond the two Aurors.

The second reason is that John also has his own things to deal with.

Before the election is decided, whether in Bhutan or outside, it is a battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder is invisible.

The Second Dynasty's large-scale spending of money also requires a higher interest by talking to the Ministry of Magic, and it is necessary to maintain the dynasty's expenses from collapsing too much.

After Don Mi left for Poland, these matters could only be handled by John.

And Heinrich the saints they sent back.

John removed his hand from the head of a saint.

"Changing their status to participate in elections, they're all in their heads."

John waved his hand, and the two guards picked up the saint and sent him to prison.

But for some reason, the more this happened, the more strange John felt.

He fuses the bloodline of Sugo and has a trait called Avoidance, which can sense danger and improve his sixth sense.

He could sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it.

This made John feel irritated.

"Even Grindelwald can't retreat in the face of many Aurors."

The Kingdom of Bhutan is home to not only the British Aurors, but also the Aurors from other countries who maintain security.

only

Even if you count Grindelwald's followers, there shouldn't be a mortal danger either.

John frowned.

Depart from Silverhand Manor.

John appears in the basement.

Glancing at the burning blue flames, he opened the door and headed up.

"Watson, I don't want you to sell off with me."

John's footsteps paused.

...

Wick's living room.

Mycroft came over again.

This time, however, his gaze was no longer the contempt it had before, but rather a cautious gaze at Watson.

Watson rubbed his head with a headache, "Mr. Mycroft, you need to at least tell me what happened, not come up and hold me accountable."

Watson finally had a holiday today, and was about to have another soda carnival, but there was no one outside.

There was a knock on the door by Mycroft, and Watson told Ariana to go upstairs to play with Basil and entertain the uninvited guest himself.

As soon as McCroft came to the door, he asked himself not to sell the guanzi, and Watson was confused.

"You don't know?" Now it was McCroft's turn to be surprised.

"What do I know?"

McCroft carefully observed Watson's expression, if this was acting, then the underground president's acting skills were much better than any Oscar.

"Someone has entered the defense base." Mycroft placed a document on the table that would not appear in front of the public.

"There are more than twenty weapons of destruction stolen, and a very bad thing," Mycroft said, sitting up straight and looking at Watson, "not just us."

"And the only trace that can know the other party's appearance is this."

Watson flipped out a photo in the profile.

It was a wall, but the difference was that there was a big hole in the wall, which had been melted by the heat.

Not sure how many, don't know how to get into the defense base.

The only clue is the technology that can create this entrance.

Mycroft immediately thought of Watson, the other party's weapon that could create a high-temperature vapor body in an instant.

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