It's a 'righteous act' that doesn't need to be told to everyone.

In that magnificent white palace, the five horns are like sharp swords, releasing the coercion of a powerful country to the outside all the time.

"Are we going to open it?"

When a minister who decided to start this war heard the question.

He smiled.

"This is the war they started first."

"And we ......," he paused slightly, looking at the black man, his tone tinged with arrogance and contempt for the uncivilized wizard, "We are justice."

Justice?

The wizarding world is hidden within it, and to the Minister, they are like rats in the sewers.

The same is unsightly.

Being able to sit in this position, he clearly knew what those wizards did.

"It's an invasion of a country." The black man wanted him to reconsider, and he said in a deep voice, "We don't know anything about him."

But such a tone made the minister scoff.

"You know, those guys just have some magic tricks," the minister twitched his finger, "boo!"

"A city destroyed."

"It's our little trick."

"Country? Whose country? Wizard?" The minister shook his head and said, "Do they have a country?"

yes, do wizards have countries?

They exist in every country, are they the people of every country?

No, no, no.

They are not American children.

Like Mycroft said, no wizard will go to the police station to call the police.

They have their own laws, and no country likes such a group of people to do their own thing like a colony.

"They are a bunch of thieves, they steal our land, our resources."

"Do you know how big the land is that suddenly appeared in Poland?" "They stole some land in the United States, some land in England, and some land in Germany," the minister said.

"They're thieves, I don't remember the government allowing them to set up a so-called Magical Congress underneath our building."

The black man listened, and he seemed to think of something.

Seeing this guy with great power, his eyes flashed.

Without their own land, even if they blend in and hide in the crowd, they are just a group of stowaways.

The minister's attitude made him understand that even smugglers from different countries could be repatriated, let alone from different ethnic groups.

The minister left.

He carried with him an order to wage war.

This time it was Muggle arrogance.

They confidently felt that it only took a few planes, a few soldiers, to silence the so-called wizards.

Purple gold beckoned to them.

And the whole world will also have to look forward to the guidance of the lighthouse.

"Pierce," the minister said after embracing a blonde man, whispering in each other's ears, "I think we're going to 'get richer.'"

"Great, enough energy, mouthwatering." A bespectacled man named Pierce smiles at him.

"As for the World Security Council," the Minister smiled, "I think you are the most suitable successor."

Pierce smiled, "Thank you."

The two shook hands and tacitly understood each other.

The seeds that Grindelwald planted in the Muggle world have taken root in the most powerful nations.

This is contempt for war, arrogance for wizards.

And people like them are doing the same thing in those big countries.

...

United Kingdom.

The Prime Minister was subjected to something similar to the nature of the palace.

"I'm under a lot of pressure."

The prime minister scratched his hair messily with his fingers and buried his oily palms in his face.

Mycroft understood what the prime minister meant.

Do you want to follow the lighthouse and get a piece of the action, or do you stand still?

It's a very difficult thing to do.

"We don't know a whole thing about wizards," Mycroft said calmly and gracefully, "and in today's information age, it's a fatal mistake."

"I know, but some people are red-eyed with those." 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 for a moment, and then his face turned pale.

Mycroft observes these subtle changes with great care.

He glanced at the British royal guard ornament as an ornament seemingly casually, "I cleaned the room some time ago, and sometimes you don't know that there is a lot more dust in the house without cleaning."

"Those bugs, they can always show up in the room when you don't care."

"It's a headache."

The Prime Minister's face was gloomy, and he held a head of loose hair on his head, and said in a deep voice, "Then you should know where to clean before you can find out."

McCroft stretched out his hand, stroked it over the prime minister's table, rubbed his fingers, and said, "More often than not, it's because we're not careful."

Seeing this action, the prime minister's face was very ugly.

In my office, there are those bugs.

He looked up at Mycroft, the minister, and how he understood.

Mycroft smiled and got up, walked over to the bookshelf guard, knocked the guard down as if by accident, and suddenly asked, "I remember you liked the Bible, Prime Minister?"

"Yes, I go to church on my days off."

Hearing him say this, Mycroft took out a Bible, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it over.

"I love a saying," he said, pressing his hand on the Bible, and pushing his finger to the Prime Minister, meaningfully, "the way of salvation is in it."

McCroft turned to leave, and the Prime Minister slowly opened the book.

A disc is placed there.

He closed his face without changing his face.

It seems that the war against wizards is going to be put aside.

The real war is on the inside.

The Prime Minister, who returned home, rummaged around and made sure there were no surveillance devices, then he put the disc into the drive.

As the disc rotates in the computer.

The Prime Minister understands that this represents McCroft's position and is also a signal that he does not want to start a war.

After becoming prime minister, he never knew that there were far more problems on the inside than on the outside.

...

It rains a lot in London.

The rain was crashing on the umbrella.

Two black umbrellas stand in front of the station.

"Are you proving this to me, Watson?" Mycroft calmly looked at some hurried passers-by nearby, "How much do you know about a list that even the government doesn't know?"

Under the umbrella next to him, Watson took a sip of a bottle of soda with a straw in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Some business things, they prefer to tell their financial manager."

"Every year they have more than a billion pounds going abroad and coming back from outside," Watson said, with the glass bottle in his hand at the bottom, "and it takes me half a minute to explain to you, and it only takes twenty seconds for the money to become legal money and enter the pockets of those people."

"It's a huge chain of interests," Mycroft asked, turning his head to Watson, "and it's best for you to have it in your hands."

"Mycroft, do you know why I like dealing with you?" Watson put the bottle in his pocket and put one hand in his pocket, "Because you know how much I value my family."

"To you, that may be a big deal

But for me, that's just to make my son less enemies."

With Watson's movements, the pedestrians around him stopped.

Watson stepped forward, "I'm always looking to dine at the Continental Hotel, there's a good neon chef in London."

He walked into the crowd, and the re-moving crowd made him disappear.

Mycroft watched the crowd fade away, unable to tell which people were from the hotel.

"Family?"

Thinking of his brother, McCroft suddenly had a feeling of empathy for Watson.

No matter when and where, family is the weakness of people like them.

"If you offend these people, your situation will be difficult, Watson."

Mycroft turned to leave, and he still needed to clean up for the government.

Ill-intentioned intentions have never been the standard for these people.

Whether it is useful to yourself or not is.

Fearing that others would enjoy the fruits of victory, the United States could not wait to let itself sail to the ocean.

The unknown fruit is a forbidden fruit or a poisonous apple.

It depends on the strength that the wizard can show.

"John Wick."

McCroft wanted to know what kind of person the underground president was to give away his son, who had to protect a huge chain of interests.

What kind of status should it be among wizards?

...

An island in the Atlantic Ocean.

It is known as the Mana Crystal Mine.

Sitting cross-legged on the coast of Neville, he opened a lunch box.

There were three giant sandwiches inside, and with a happy smile on his face, he picked up one and put it in his mouth to take a bite.

Looking up, warships appeared on the coastline.

This place does not belong to any country, which means that.

It is capable of allowing warships of any country to arrive.

Neville ate the sandwich in two bites, and he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

...