John was really not fit to be on the side of justice.

He is leading a war, using human greed as a weapon.

Magic Power Energy, a pollution-free energy source.

And in the hands of the wizarding world.

Penelope calls it an excavated crystal.

But actually, it was made by John.

Greedy Muggles don't know what to do, so they feel like it's the 'new gold' that flows out of the ground like oil.

He had his back to Percy, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

Lightning streaked through the clouds, and a silvery glow reflected the dark outline of half of John's side.

"Justice is vague, but it can restrain those who are willing to call themselves justice." John chuckled, "They'll pay for their choice."

Percy looked at John, was silent for a while, and said, "Muggle power is not so easy to deal with."

"So we're not destroying, we're showing." John raised an eyebrow, "It hurts once, and they'll know that the hedgehog's spikes prick people."

"I chose a location for this war."

John snapped his fingers, and the curtains closed, so that he could not see the darkness outside.

He looked at Percy and asked seriously, "Do you think what I did could be wrong?"

"You can't be wrong," Percy said, shaking her head, "it may be unjust, but it's right."

Justice and right are never bound together.

Justice does not mean right.

And right is not justice.

What the wizarding world needs is a correct ***, not a righteous ***.

The unicorn's choice is pure and righteous, but it is incorrect.

John's approach is conspiracy and calculation, but it represents rightness.

He turned the emerald ring on his finger and muttered, "I think we're too loose, like loose sand."

...

McCroft looked at the energy test report, he put it down, and looked at the Prime Minister opposite.

"Remember those wood chips?" The Prime Minister suppressed his voice and said, "The same energy."

"I know the mystery and power of those things," Mycroft mused, "and I care more about how he could show this thing to us."

"He wants to show affection?" Mycroft shook his head and said, "No, it's not."

"What Miss Krivat said was like getting other nations to recognize her magical legitimacy."

"We solved a diplomatic accident because of this, didn't we?" The prime minister said, "America is a tough commodity and now they're eyeing it."

"With all due respect, Mr. Prime Minister." With the elegance of a British gentleman, Mycroft said unhurriedly, "This is an apple to be tasted."

"Is it the forbidden fruit that opens a new era, or the queen's poisoned apple?"

Even the Prime Minister needs to value the wisdom of the Queen's trusted minister.

Forbidden fruit or poisoned apple.

McCroft has left an unknown label on this alluring energy source.

They bite it in a hurry, is it brilliant, or is it poison and death?

Politicians are not knights, they have more factors to consider.

For the sake of the country's development, eating the forbidden fruit, even if it is to oppress the wizarding world, is just a small transaction.

"For the sake of your tenure, I suggest it's a good choice to wait and see."

"America will be more greedy, and the fruit they eat will bear fruit sooner," McCroft said.

The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Maintain the current relationship with the wizarding world."

McCroft nodded at his sensible approach.

The prime minister still listens to persuasion.

There are no more than ten people who know about Magic Power Energy now.

People in both countries need to be considered.

The crisis between the two sides has been resolved, and it seems that friendship has returned to the two sides.

Like the treasonous General Ted, the Vengeance Banshee was blamed for a retrial and unfortunately ran aground on a rocking and caused a power system failure.

And the person above was taken to British waters because of the accident death.

And the explanation of the mud is bound to be questioned by some.

But as long as the skin is thick enough, the tacit understanding between the two countries is enough to suppress this diplomatic accident.

The representative of the United States came privately because he did not want to put the matter on the negotiating table between the two countries.

Solve problems privately, and make big problems disappear quietly.

Mycroft got up and left.

The Prime Minister asked, "You are very interested in the wizarding world?"

"No," Mycroft paused, shaking his head, "I have a heart for my country."

Even more brilliant than his nimble brain were McCroft's eyes and intuition.

He looks at people better than he does at investigating cases.

The young man who represented the wizarding world, John Wick.

When he first saw this man at Wick's house, he put him in danger.

The file codenamed '0 is full of mysteries.

Next to the file, the mission 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 had to stay sober and calm at all times, because he had so many responsibilities on his back.

He is the brain hidden in the dark.

...

At Webb's feet was a body.

"Stop......

The fallen figure let out a weak struggle.

Webb's wand drooped, and the green light flickered to make life die.

He walked to the front and came to the door of a house.

He knocked politely on the door.

"Wait a minute, please."

A crisp female voice came from inside.

Webb waited quietly for a moment.

The door in front of me was opened.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl wearing shorts and short sleeves with long brown hair appeared.

After seeing Webb, the girl was visibly confused.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hmm...... Wait a minute," Webb took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at the name on it, and asked politely, "Is this Taute Mario's house?"

"That's my dad, what's the matter with you?" The girl said, "He's not here now, I can relay it for you."

"That's a shame."

Webb said regretfully, "I have a very important matter to look for him."

A shrill siren sounded in his ears, and Webb smiled, "Then please pass it on to him."

"Okay." The girl waited for Webb's next words.

Webb raised his wand.

"Thank you for your service to the wizarding world."

It was a terrorist attack, and at the same time an assassination.

Taute Mario received the news and came to the house in a police car, and he opened the door and ran straight down.

He looked at the corpse that had been removed from the house, and his eyes widened as he gasped.

"No, no, no!"

He staggered over, and with a trembling hand, he was about to open the body bag.

A hand pressed his hand, and it was a sheriff who was also a father.

He shook his head, unable to bear to say, "Mr. Councillor, you need to be ready."

Looking at the sheriff, Tauter Mario nodded with difficulty.

Little by little, he unzipped up.

A corpse with blood running dry, her throat slit.

At the door of Mario's house, the traces of struggle are shockingly bloody.

"She tried

"Help," the sheriff said in a deep voice, "the man unexpectedly slit her throat and watched her crawl on the ground and drag her back to the house."

"Who!"

Unable to keep his composure, Taute roared, "Who killed my daughter!"

He swore that he would kill that man, with his own hands!

"Other bodies have been found around the house, and we need to investigate."

This is the first time the sheriff has encountered such a difficult case.

Not just because of the councillors, but also because of the masterful killing methods.

Their only evidence was that of a passer-by who found the body.

He found the body lying outside, and when he called the police, the officers who arrived did not find the murderer.

As can be seen from the time of the girl's death, the murderer left not long ago.

Just a few more days passed after this happened.

Another homicide occurred.

The same technique, a crisp killing.

It was an official who died.

Immediately after that, it happened again.

The crowd was wandering through the city.

Let the atmosphere envelop here.

Finally one time.

The man was caught flawed.

The bullet hit the man.

The sheriff looked at the colonel, who had sworn an oath, and the officer handed over a bag of evidence.

"It can't be!" The colonel's eyes widened, and he looked at the deformed warhead.

His shooting performance in the army is among the top few, and it is absolutely impossible for the bullet he shot to miss, not to mention that the person is facing away from himself.

Could it be a ghost?

Things are getting bigger and bigger.

Webb stood in front of the magnificent white building, the Deathly Hallows emblem heating up in his hand.

"It's crazy." Webb drew his wand.

...

"It's crazy indeed."

John watched the TV, his calm eyes swelling.

Sitting on the couch, John looked at Tang Mi on the side.

As the founder of Silver Hand Power, it's not unusual for John to have a TV in his home.

He asked, "Do you believe that anyone would give everything for their ideals?"

Tang Mi was stunned for a moment, and said reverently, "For the sake of adults, I am willing to do this."

John turned his gaze back to the TV.

The scene that was scrambling to be reported made him understand that a crisis was looming.

...