Twenty-nine minutes.

A secret online meeting begins.

"You mean wizards?"

One of the people on the other side was speaking another language, but it turned into English in the headphones.

"That explosion in Poland made us all aware of the existence of wizards."

Someone spoke again, but this time it was in English.

"This is the time of crisis for humanity," the president said in a deep voice, "and no one is immune."

"The Dragon of World Destruction has destroyed three bases in a row, and more than 50,000 people have died."

"That's your problem," the voice continued, "and the future began to be planted when you were in a hurry to eat the poisoned apple."

"Now, it's not just the United States."

The president looked at the man and said, "The World Security Council was established to protect the security of the whole world."

"When the wizard finds out that America can be destroyed, then that group of people will have other thoughts."

The president is trying to unite some of the world's most powerful countries to get through this crisis.

It's a pity that someone doesn't give face.

"You dropped a nuclear bomb on their island," the English speaker said again, "and it's normal that people need to fight back."

The president was furious, "They're destroying America!"

"Don't forget, they did it first!"

"Really?" The man said lightly, "That assassination, you are not strictly speaking a matter of the wizarding government."

"It's you who are in charge of all this, Francis's death, you dare not know why?"

The other party pressed forward step by step, making the president's face extremely ugly.

"You're trying to get the longevity medicine by studying wizards."

The man raised an eyebrow, "That's not too smart."

"It also angered the Witch King."

"The Witch King?"

Another voice rang out, this time in French.

"Lord of the wizarding world, I don't think America is well prepared."

The man said, "After all, we don't know much about wizards, but there is one thing that wizards don't want to be enemies of Muggles."

"Don't try to distort the facts, clarify all this."

The president looked unkind and said, "You're speaking for the wizard, aren't you?"

"Yes, or rather, I speak for my friends." The man smiled and leaned forward, revealing his face with hair that was finally not messy.

Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

The Prime Minister said, "After you can't wait to travel to the Atlantic to mine the Magic Crystal Mine, the wizarding world has sent us all kindness."

"Wait, you guys?" The president found out that something was wrong.

Several other people also showed their faces.

Germany, France, woolly bears.

And also......

Orient.

They looked at the president.

The United States has suffered a loss, a loss that has a history that is too short.

In history, there are not many traces that belong to wizards.

Especially in the East, what they value has never been blood and race.

It's the ideal of coexistence.

After the events at the Polish Wizards' Quarter, the Wizards in the East spoke to the people there.

Their long-term cooperation has already formed a tacit understanding.

Then there is the United Kingdom, where the prime minister pulls out the bugs that exist in the top, and Mycroft brings him enough wizarding news and attitude to make him decide.

The same goes for hairy bears, whose new *** is full of boldness.

Plus a presence that once walked through Red Square to meet him.

The mysterious family made a promise to once again protect the Great Winter Land and let that *** make a decision.

Along with it, there is a family of wizards.

The banished family, over the years, became wizards in the Northlands

Organization.

France, at a reception, the young president saw the French Minister of Magic dancing well.

Germany, where the organization once became entrenched, met people like the old vampire counts.

Only the United States.

They believe in being strong and too arrogant.

The dividends of World War II made them the most powerful nation.

And his loss is the result of arrogance.

No history could tell him how much power those mysterious wizards were able to bring.

There is no history to tell him that arrogance brings not only self-confidence, but also destruction.

Taking history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall.

Maybe one day, when their history surpasses the recipes, they will be able to get the answer.

When he learned that he had started a war with the wizard, the president's face darkened.

They only thought about making money, and they didn't think that those wizards who were treated as sewer rats did so many things behind their backs.

A moment of human crisis.

Indeed it is.

But American.

Other nations will thank the United States for showing everyone the power of wizards.

As the leader, the president understands that these people have the idea of trying to push themselves to the limits of wizards.

In that case, use the last resort.

The president's eyes flashed fiercely.

He didn't believe that there was a world in this world that could not be annihilated by a nuclear bomb.

...

Twenty-three minutes remaining.

"7A10 is ready."

A fighter with a nuclear bomb on its load, taking off from the platform.

A black man chased him out.

"Who made him fly!"

"It's the president, sir."

"Fake!"

A one-eyed black man in a black trench coat spits fragrant mouth.

"Put me a bazooka there later!" He had no way to stop it, and ordered him to prepare a bazooka there later.

"Wizard." Blacks stared at the take-off fighters.

A powerful and mysterious wizard.

He's still working on those people.

Walking into the base, he glanced at the purple crystal in the research room, which was attached to a weapon.

He is a confidential person, someone who keeps secrets from himself and himself.

Despite his loyalty to his country, he knows what to tell them and when.

The young archer asked him, "Didn't catch up?"

The black man nodded, walked to the other side, and watched as the red-haired girl reached into a bag.

The red-haired girl's expression was subtle as her hands were all in there.

And this bag, in appearance, is no more than the size of a women's handbag.

There's another room in there.

One of the experimenters put on a ring, and the person opposite him was hit by a red light, and the whole person flew out and fell to the ground.

The girl was startled and asked, "Is he dead?"

"No," the black man stood in front of the glass, "he just froze."

Intact eyes look at the bag.

This is the cradle that opens up the world of magic.

...

Bombers flew through the sky.

As the driver pressed the red switch, at the bottom, the nuclear bomb was launched.

"The nuclear bomb has been launched."

"Explode in 2 minutes and 30 seconds, over."

The driver reports dutifully.

The nuclear bomb, dragging the high-temperature smoke, flew towards the invincible dragon of destruction.

This is the last hope.

The explosion will begin in mid-air, if it is not possible to destroy the Dragon of the World.

This means that there are no weapons in this world that can kill dragons.

Time beats.

Twenty minutes left.

It is the coming of destruction.

Or is it a miracle?

John in the middle of the flight, crazy warning in his heart.

The nuclear bomb flew towards him.

...