United States.

The wizard fled.

The wizard looked nervous and hid behind a trash can in an alley.

The dampness and stench made him unpleasant, but he had no choice.

The roads at night were deserted for some reason.

He pulled out his wand, and he trembled and used the Illusion Charm.

It's a pity that his illusion spell is not very good, and the figure he hides is not so perfect.

He could only pray that he would not be discovered here.

He hated himself for going to school now, so why didn't he learn about Apparition Shifter seriously.

Holding his breath, he was surrounded by a glimmer of light from dim, flickering old streetlights.

Suddenly, there was a click.

Footsteps are heavy in puddles of stagnant water, and rubber soles make a sound when they step on the ground.

The wizard's breathing stopped, and he covered his mouth with his hand.

He didn't dare to look at it, he just wanted the voice to go away quickly.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and even close to the ear.

He covered his mouth even harder, his eyes fixed on a rain-soaked pizza under the trash can.

Didn't look up. ap.

He felt his gaze sweep over him.

His hairs stood on end, and he wished he hadn't been the unlucky guy who had been found.

Luckily, the voice didn't stay long after it was swept away.

The forefoot of the rubber shoe rubs against the ground and turns and steps.

The wizard breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the change in direction of the voice.

The tense body is also loosened.

He moved his right foot, which was numb from blood circulation.

Blood was oozing from the abrasion of the calf.

A trace of blood that ordinary people can't smell breaks free from the smell of garbage cans.

The pace of departure suddenly stopped.

Lightning streaked across the sky.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

The old street lamps were vibrating and flickering with difficulty.

The tenacious street lamp is no match for the years after all.

The lights go out.

It was dim.

The wizard didn't hear any movement, and he whispered, "Lus."

There is a glimmer of light on the wand that gives a sense of security.

He was about to smile.

But in the darkness where the light could not shine, two javelins connected to wires shot into the light, and the wizard was stabbed in the body.

Electricity passed through his body, rendering him incapacitated by electricity.

The wand fell to the ground, and the wizard lost consciousness and was taken by the man.

...

Sorcerer.

Is it human?

Mycroft knew an answer, and it was the most vague one.

This involves another issue.

Is it the same belonging in the same culture?

Wizards are a diverse group of people.

Some of these people were Americans, some were British, and some were from the East.

They share magical powers, but they all appear in humans.

They have powers that humans don't have, and Mycroft once saw a duel between two wizards.

That duel was described as two armouries throwing missiles at each other.

Wizards aren't all so powerful.

In the eyes of those wizards, are those two people outliers?

The answer is no.

Then for humans who have the same power, but are external forces, they should not be aliens.

"That's your answer?" The Prime Minister stared at the assessment report sent by Mycroft, "The danger of wizards, you give the highest, but give the medium."

Mycroft stood in front of the shuttered window, his hands crossed staring at the London beneath the gap.

"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister." he

He replied, "My advice is, don't be an enemy."

The Prime Minister flipped through the pages again and put down the report, "I need an explanation."

"It's clear that we can't really wipe out these wizards," Mycroft said, turning, "wizards aren't aliens, they're born of humans."

"Even if we all wiped out those wizards, it wouldn't help, they were human, and we couldn't destroy them."

Sorcerers are born among the human race, and even if a group is eliminated, there will be a new awakening after a few years.

"Compared to the established wizarding order, it will be extremely dangerous for a newborn wizard to lose this cradle."

Mycroft walked over to the table and said, "It's all the more dangerous to make it chaotic, it's better for wizards to control those people."

"What did you see there?" The Prime Minister said in a deep voice, "I know that you took a private cruise ship, even though it is a private asset, but your movements make me wonder if you are being controlled."

Mycroft did not hide his whereabouts from the supreme powers.

Hearing the Prime Minister's suspicions, he shook his head and said, "I'm not being controlled, I'm sober."

"The strength of wizards is immeasurable, and their abilities cannot be generalized."

"What I see is the future of our country."

"The benefits we can bring to becoming the first country to have diplomatic relations with that world are enough to keep us safe."

"Safe?" The Prime Minister smiled noncommittally.

"The most dangerous thing is always the opponent at our table." "Have you forgotten what America did during World War II?"

"We were involved, but they took the results."

When it came to this matter, the prime minister's face was a little unpleasant.

The original research was done by everyone, and they also provided site assistance.

As a result, the other side took all the gains and won the name of defeating the Nazis.

It was also at that time that the gap between the two countries began to widen.

The Prime Minister said in a deep voice, "You need to make sure that what you say comes true."

"I can guarantee that," Mycroft said firmly, "the wizard will be our partner."

"The plan we made." The Prime Minister muttered, "Just give up?"

"No," Mycroft looked up at the Queen's picture, "go on."

Cooperation is based on equality.

One day the state will not be able to reciprocate with them, and they will be slaughtered without security.

"I need some good people," McCroft said, "and there's enough power."

"I'll give you everything I can." The Prime Minister nodded and said, "During my term."

Outliers aren't just about appearances.

After all, ordinary people occupy the majority of this world.

They can accept a special country that is equal to them, but they cannot accept that someone is above them.

This is true for the UK.

The same is true for the United States.

The difference is that the idea of the United States now is:

Aliens need to die.

Because that's not under your control.

And he didn't want anyone else to control them.

Selfishness is right.

No one can be so selfish as to share their land with others.

Of course, if you are the Virgin, then I didn't say it.

After all, those people are good at giving away other people's things as love.

The whole world is working.

Some of the wizards' disappearance also reached John's ears.

The newly appointed king also needs to face a new test.

...

"How many are missing?"

John asked Don Mi, who had sent him the news.

Tang Mi shook his head, "As far as I know, there are the most in the United States,

There are three wizards in Washington who have disappeared and have not yet been found in other regions."

"The missing wizards are of different ages, men, women, and children."

"They are contiguous neighbors, living in Muggle communities."

"Someone found out who they were and let them be captured." This is Tang Mi's guess.

John glanced at the ring in his hand, "It's time."

"What are you going to do?" Tang Mi was stunned.

John looked up, his face calm: "One more pain point for the country."

Repeated provocations.

John asks Don to get Rita Skeeter.

When he was alone in the office, he sat in his seat, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the ring.

"Sacrifice, a new reason."

There was a dark flicker in his eyes.

Wizards, who are still in the ranks of the weak, need to keep themselves in a position of justice and forced to fight back at all times.

And in this way, a qualified villain is needed.

The greedy choose to bully the weak, and the weak need a justifiable reason to fight back.

This is true of Magic Crystal Island.

The same is true of this disappearance.

With the founding of the wizard on the horizon, and a new show of power, John wants to let his allies know where justice stands.

In the absence of absolute power, even the beacon of the world needs to be concerned with criticism from the outside world.

Not to mention that John had evidence of their actions against wizards for no reason.

The weak, though unpleasant, can be sympathized.

Rita Skeeter has arrived.

"Command, king." Rita was respectful.

She doesn't look like the crazy woman who fakes the newspapers.

John smiled slightly, "That video, it's still there, right?"

"It's always there." Rita pulled out the two video recorders.

One is the wizarding world and the other is the Muggle world.

John looked at the Muggle one and chuckled, "It's our turn to be tough this time."

...