[Ding, quest completed, gain +1 magic blood, +5 any point, blessing: Witch King]

[Witch King: The highest glory of the wizard, on the throne, spread the mercy and blessings of the witch king]

Mission accomplished.

A smile tugged at the corners of John's mouth.

As the news of the founding of the Wizarding World spread.

The wizards of the whole world are in a boil.

Despite the preparations, when the news came out of the king's mouth, Fred held his breath.

"Fred, breathe, Fred!"

Angelina noticed her husband's strange appearance and hurriedly reminded him.

Fred breathed heavily, and he and George looked at each other and smiled.

After all, this world continues to move forward under the glory of the king.

The wizarding world will eventually become a loyal believer in John Wick.

City of Wizards.

A place out of nowhere.

It was a wizard's utopia, where there was no need to worry about using magic *** to be seen by Muggles, and there was no fear of crashing into planes in Quidditch matches.

Only wizards can enter.

Those who are reluctant to leave their homeland can apply for a visa in the City of Wizards and settle in another country.

The migration of the wizards is set for October.

That was the day when the country belonging to wizards officially appeared.

...

United States.

The minister was in a wry motion, listening to the eulogy for the soldiers who died in their shipwreck.

He wears sunglasses and is surrounded by black bear-like bodyguards who hold umbrellas for him.

Listening to those eulogies, his mind was that he could be with a few supermodels in the evening.

He hung his head as if in mourning.

But he was thinking about the *** of those Times magazines, that playboy always robbed himself, which was really annoying.

"Minister." A whisper came from the side.

The minister, who was originally thinking about the supermodel, restrained his grief, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After the mourning service, the minister strode to one of his properties.

As a politician, there are no hidden assets that are insulting to one's identity.

He walked in, in front of the huge fish tank that occupied the entire wall, and the English gentleman admired the small whale, who was said to be the culprit of the fleet's death.

"Wow, look, who's this?"

The Minister walked in, his hands spread, a false smile, and said as exaggerated as an old friend: "The famous Mycroft, that brilliant brain, can see in three seconds what has happened in the last week."

He stopped not far from Mycroft, spun around, showed off his tailoring suit, and smiled, "See what?"

Mycroft glanced at him and said, "You attended a funeral."

"Yes, that's right!" The minister clapped and said expectantly, "What else?"

"Yesterday's girl was wild, and there's a mark on your neck that was knocked by your teeth, let me see," Mycroft followed along, and walked over and pulled at the collar, "The family is rich, and that girl has no dental deformities and no braces."

"A student who doesn't know anything about the world, but has a little Spanish ancestry."

The minister applauded in amazement, but his face was a little bad.

McCroft took out a handkerchief in both hands, wiped the hand touching the neckline, and said casually, "I'm not here to play games with you, Francis."

In front of the minister, he seemed to have touched something dirty.

"I'm here to tell you something, those people didn't die."

"The crowd?" The minister also has to put garlic, "Who?"

"I thought you came to play golf with me, McCroft."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, not salty, "A bunch of people who use 'tricks, Francis, you really should check it out.'"

"You're too confident."

When the news arrived, McCroft looked up at the whale that had been caught, and said, "Good whale, but it's a pity it should be in the sea."

"I'm leaving now, if you don't mind," McCroft smiled slightly, "and go play golf."

He walked past the ugly minister, not worried about the other party's identity at all.

"Mycroft, why do you know?" The Minister stopped Mycroft, who stared at him, "Nosy is not your style."

"I should have known when someone unleashed a weapon of mass destruction in the Atlantic Ocean in the name of an exercise." Mycroft tilted his head slightly, allowing for a glimpse of the half of his face in the shadows.

"Don't think you're flawless, you're just self-absorbed."

"I'm not meddling, I'm just telling you in the face of the country," McCroft stopped as he walked to the door, and said again, "Also, did anyone say you had bad acting skills?"

The minister's face darkened, after Mycroft left.

He took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Check it out for me! Where's the damn sewer rats!"

He snarled at the phone, and when it was turned off, he sat gloomily in front of the fish tank alone.

The wizards weren't dead?

The minister's mind instantly appeared that elusive ability.

No, no!

You must destroy it yourself.

Also, those magical energies.

He narrowed his eyes with a dangerous look.

It's not dead, which means that the energy is still there.

The president's timid guy might be scared.

In that case, let yourself figure it out.

Arrest those wizards, and he won't believe that he will not be able to know where those guys gather.

The power of a wizard.

If you can grasp it, it will be a major capital that you can gain a foothold in the United States and even the world.

The minister's heart was calculating, and he had extended his malice to the wizard.

I don't know how those wizards survive the nuclear bomb, but it doesn't matter.

Treat these wizards as objects of study, as they once did.

Evil?

Didn't that experiment create heroes?

How can it be evil?

That's righteous.

What is Justice?

Power is justice!

...

McCroft played a round of golf, and on a golf course in Washington, he hit a beautiful shot.

"Very standard posture."

The man with a golf club next to him applauded.

"Really?" McCroft put down his club and said, "How does it compare to Watson John?"

"Of course, you're more standard, Mr. Mycrof."

The man is very familiar with this existence that can represent a country.

Mycroft looked at the man, "One of the arms you've smuggled has passed through his channel, Orlov."

The man named Orlov has a long face, and he combs his big back hair, which makes his hairline look high.

Hearing this, Yuri Orlov, the famous Lord of War, laughed.

He raised his hand and shook it in front of him, "As scary as it sounds, Mr. Mycroft, you should know that there is a tacit approval behind these businesses."

can do munitions, how can you have no backing behind you.

That's why Yuri Orloff was able to play golf in front of Mycroft with poise.

Mycroft glanced at him, "Then I'll tell you, how about Francis if he fails?"

Yuri smiled as he confirmed, "Are you kidding me?"

That big backer even the president has to give three points of face, you say he's going to fall?

Yuri thought the clever man was joking with him, but his experience with those people told him

, this smart man is not joking.

Smart people don't like lies, they prefer to crush their opponents with absolute truth.

Mycroft, in particular, is not a man of lies.

Yuri was silent for a long time, he looked up at the face that had been indifferent from beginning to end, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"You can go about your business," McCroft chuckled, "on one condition, your business needs to be approved by the hotel."

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" Yuri was stunned.

Such a big deal, even at the expense of coming in person, but you told me that you wanted me to cooperate with the hotel?

His mind spun quickly, and he asked, "Is he your man?"

"I'm just like you," McCroft said, "just cooperative."

After thinking about it for a long time, Yuri didn't actually have too many options.

When Francis is gone, he will be liquidated.

New people will replace themselves, and the biggest arms dealers in the world are not their little shrimps, but the big lighthouse.

He just picks up some 'small business' and no one takes care of it, and his' small business will be taken away by the new superior.

To be able to keep it, you can only find new ways.

Yuri hesitated but agreed.

McCroft didn't leave him a business card either, and got up to leave.

He's going to fly back from here today.

After all, his identity sensitivity is basically about the same as that of the prime minister.

He came out in the name of vacation.

It cost him an afternoon off.

Hurry back so as not to be photographed.

And his favor is over.

The representative of the wizarding world probably felt his kindness too.

That battle is still fresh in his memory.

Non-human combat is far beyond what ordinary combatants are now capable of.

You need a stronger force yourself.

A gleam flashed in McCroft's eyes.

In his mind, a plan for wizards, and because of the future more wizard-like situations unfolding.

...