Wick House.

"The world is still chaotic." Watson had a soda in his hand, and Ariana sat on the sidelines staring at the TV.

"Ariana, I bought a new flavor of soda."

Ariana cheered and ran over to the refrigerator.

Temporarily taking over the right to use the TV from his daughter, Watson looked at the report on Poland on the TV with some emotion.

"Roar."

Qiqi looked at the cabbage in front of him and refused with a face.

Ariana, who holds a grudge, says she wants to eat it up.

Ariana, who was snickering smugly, was knocked on the head with a hand, and when she looked back, it was Mrs. Wick who had spotted her drinking soda.

Ariana decisively pushed the soda in front of Kiki, pointed at Kiki and said, "Mom, it's stealing soda!"

Mrs. Wick: "......" I knew I shouldn't let my husband take care of the children.

So Watson watched the TV and was lectured by Mrs. Wick.

Outside the window, Dudley ran over with his fists as he ran.

"It is reported that the international terrorist organization Ten Commandments Gang has spoken out that it is responsible for the suspected leakage of a gas pipeline in the Warsaw explosion, and the world is closely watching the development of this incident."

The news was on TV.

Press the remote button with one hand to turn it off.

Mycroft sat there, his hand to his chin in deep thought.

On the table in front of it, a blackened wooden plaque sitting.

This is what agents brought from the surviving building in Warsaw.

After testing, this thing is wood, which is made from the snashi wood.

Strangely, there is a strange magnetic field on this thing, similar to that caused by some kind of energy.

This left it unexpectedly unscathed in the explosion.

That power keeps disappearing.

"Runiwen."

He picked up the piece of wood and looked at the words on it.

Rao is such an erudite being as he is, and he can only vaguely deduce that the text above belongs to Runi.

The explosion in Warsaw was not inferior to one of the two gifts that had been dropped on Neon, but strangely enough, most of that force was absorbed by the countervailing.

It's like breaking through a barrier and making the power disappear a lot.

A piece of land that appeared out of thin air, which was also the most bizarre thing in Mycroft's many years of official career.

It is unlikely that Poland will monopolize this research, and there are many spies like Mycrof who sent agents and even used spies lurking in other countries.

Something similar to this piece of wood will definitely appear in various secret service agencies.

"Knock knock."

McCroft's thoughts were interrupted as he saw his boss appear.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister."

He was a little surprised.

When the Prime Minister arrived, his eyes were first focused on the piece of wood.

"It's a miracle." Walking to the table, the prime minister did not bring anyone over.

He asked, "Can I touch it?"

"Of course, please." Mycroft was so powerful that he could sometimes even represent Britain.

So the prime minister also gave him enough respect, after all, he will change the prime minister in a few years, but Mycrof is long-lasting.

"You know what?" The Prime Minister picked up the piece of wood and said to himself, "When I was little, my mother would tell me stories about wizards."

"Yes, witch, Snow White's stepmother." A hint of impatience flashed in Mycroft's eyes.

After all, such stories are simply a household name in Europe.

He didn't want to know what story the Prime Minister's dear mother had told.

"Wizards have magic, they wave their hands, they can keep people awake and so on," the Prime Minister put down the wood chips and suddenly asked, "Do you remember my tall black assistant?"

"Black tall? Kingsley Shackle?" Mycroft has an amazing memory, and he immediately remembered that it was

Who, "left a few years ago?"

"Yes, it's him."

The Prime Minister sat down in front of Mycroft, his fingers crossed on the table, his thumbs rubbing against each other.

"Do you believe in magic? I mean...... Sorcerer."

He looked at Mycroft, who looked at the Prime Minister and laughed ridiculously, "You don't want to tell me that Shackle is a wizard, do you?"

"Yes," the Prime Minister said, glancing at the doorway, "you may think it's ridiculous, but every Prime Minister comes into contact with some wizards."

"So?" McCroft was shocked by the message, and he asked, "You mean there are wizards around the Prime Minister?"

"No, it wasn't arranged by the Prime Minister," the Prime Minister said, shaking his head, "As far as I know, in the wizarding world, there are similar government agencies, and Shackel is one of them."

"He infiltrated and became my assistant."

The Prime Minister smiled wryly, "I also found out two years ago, and it turned out that there was a wizard next to me, and he told me that he was protecting me."

"That's ridiculous," Mycroft said after a moment's silence, "what do you want to tell me?"

The Prime Minister looked around, as if afraid of a wizard presence, and he approached Mycroft and whispered, "Those guys are right next to us."

He reached out and tapped the piece of wood.

"We don't know him, but he knows us."

Mycroft thought about it and picked it up.

"Magic, wizard."

If the explosion in Poland had been caused by a wizard, it would have been a terrible thing for the countries.

"There are dead bodies in the land that appeared," Mycroft said calmly, "wizards, not immortals."

The Prime Minister nodded.

Who knows, when he saw the wizard in the fireplace in the heavily guarded office, his back was already wet with sweat.

As the place with the highest defense coefficient in the world, it is regarded as nothing by wizards.

Those wizards were so proud that they thought they were ants.

From that moment on, he planted a seed in his heart.

A sorcerer's mysterious seed.

To this day, he sees things in Poland.

Wizards, it seems, are not so mysterious.

Nor can they escape death.

Under technology, wizards will also be unable to dodge.

A covert operation is quietly taking place in Downing Street, England.

The piece of wood was placed in MI6's top secret warehouse.

It was placed next to the database codenamed Zero.

And such things are quietly going on in all countries.

The connection between wizards and Muggle presidents, in addition to being convenient for hiding from wizards, is more important to create a sense of mystery.

Now, however, the mystery has been shattered.

Wizards, then, became imaginary enemies in the eyes of Muggles.

Not to mention the start of hunting wizards, but also began to picket the existence of wizards.

For example, the British Prime Minister was accompanied by a wizard assistant, but he didn't know about it until the other party revealed his identity.

It's horrible.

If it weren't for the sense of mystery that had been created for a long time, I am afraid it would have been more than just picketing.

McCroft was the architect of the British operation.

He came up with a name for the operation.

Wizard invasion.

"Keep an eye out, you might have a wizard around," Mycroft said.

"We need to know more."

"The life of a wizard, the power of a wizard, the ...... of a wizard Malice."

Yes, Grindelwald's approach worked.

After enough understanding, the weak will die.

All wizards can do is show enough strength to resist when they feel the malice of the Muggles.

Wizards don't start wars, but

Muggles would.

In a few years, the moons in the sky will dig up the hidden wizard colonies.

Worldwide satellite and surveillance.

Do wizards still have a way to live?

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