"A war that engulfs the whole world and that no humanity can avoid."

The magician waved his staff, his voice echoing throughout the tavern, "Gentlemen, you may say that there have been too many wars in this world, like this—"

He pointed to Old Tom.

"He obviously lived through the last world war, he saw how the flames of war swept through, he saw those who wailed, wept and died in the midst of it."

"A lot of wizards have been caught up in the war, but many more can stay out of it."

"When the war is over, the pain, the sorrow will become history, and people can still sit in the tavern, have a glass of whiskey, and think only about the ingredients for dinner or tomorrow's work."

"But this time it's different, gentlemen."

The magician's tone became heavy, and he slowed down, "This is not a war between nations, nor a war for worldly interests, let me be clear, gentlemen. ”

"It's a race to race war."

"Between ordinary people without magic and wizards with magic power, the absolutely unbridgeable gap divides ordinary people and wizards into two completely different categories, and when the flames of war are ignited, it is impossible to stop."

"This war can only end when one side is completely defeated, when everything we have now is completely destroyed, when one race completely dominates the other. Oh, I think some of you have already remembered that there was a war like this in the wizarding world. ”

"At that time, the opponents of wizards were elves."

He asked softly, "Shouldn't everyone here be familiar with this race?" ”

"The food on your table, the wine glasses in your hands, did not come out of thin air, but came from the labor of an enslaved race, a race whose minds had been completely reformed since the defeat of the war, and who had been reduced forever to the property of the wizards, until now that slavery had become a matter of course."

"Elves and Muggles are not the same." Old Tom whispered, "They're not human—"

"Yes, it's different!" The magician interrupted Old Tom and said loudly, "Elves have never claimed to be spirits of all things, have they? Even before their defeat, they did not consider themselves to be the dominant players in the world. But that's what humans think. ”

"That's what you think of Muggles, and that's what wizards think." 、

His piercing eyes stared at Old Tom and asked:

"Sir, are you willing to be reduced to the situation of an elf? Stripped of your own independent thinking, so enslaved so utterly that you, your descendants, your descendants, generations, for all imaginable futures, you are forever free of all. ”

"Interestingly, at that time, your descendants would not think it was a bad thing, they would just think that they were born like you do with house-elves now."

Old Tom was startled, reflexively took a few steps back, and slammed into the bar.

"There's no way something like this is going to happen to me. Muggles could not have gone to all-out war with wizards, and even if war did break out, wizards would not lose. ”

The magician sneered and said, "I've been saying that arrogance and stupidity are the source of destruction. ”

He pointed to the door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar and said, "Gentlemen, please put yourself in your shoes, if you are ordinary people, you suddenly find that there is a group of people in this world, who can change your memories at will, and can control your body at will. ”

"Your wife may no longer be your wife tomorrow, your children may be facing you with swords in an instant, and your life is only in the thought of others—"

"Wizards don't do that!" Old Tom shouted.

"But." The magician looked at him calmly, looking at everyone present:

"Ordinary people think so."

"Man's greatest fear is never known death, but the sharp blade that hangs over his head and will fall at some point."

"Can't people who don't realize this be called stupid?"

Old Tom opened his mouth, speechless.

"As for arrogance—"

The magician continued, "Why do you take it for granted that wizards can't lose? ”

He snapped his fingers, and an invisible attack shot out, burrowing a round, regular hole in the beam in the center of the bar, and even piercing through the walls of the Leaky Cauldron, allowing an outside light to enter, forming a beam of light like a channel.

"Is it because of the magic we have?"

"I can easily kill hundreds or thousands of ordinary people," he asked, "I have no doubt about that. ”

"When the war began, the wizards easily controlled the upper echelons of the human race through the power of magic, destroying the unity of the human race, and causing the social order of ordinary people to collapse in an instant, I have no doubt about this."

"When the armies organized by ordinary people, their weapons, even nuclear weapons, come over the heads of wizards, and wizards have a way to escape, so that ordinary people can return in vain, I have no doubt about that."

"We have a power far greater than ordinary people, even if it is a young wizard who has not graduated, killing an ordinary person is just a simple matter of waving a magic wand."

The magician's voice grew louder and louder, and the affirmation in his tone made even those present think that he was overturning everything he had said before.

Until he finally closed his mouth, stared at everyone with those blue eyes, and sighed.

"Of course, wizards with all this take it for granted that they can't lose, just as an ant is too insignificant to threaten an elephant."

"There's only one problem."

He held out a finger and said, "Gentlemen, a simple math problem." ”

"I don't know exactly how many wizards there are in the wizarding world in England, but I can tell you exactly how many ordinary people there are in England."

"Eight-thousand-thousand."

"That number expands to the whole world, it's fifty-seven billion."

"You don't have any idea of that number, do you?" The magician said, "Let me give you a simple example. ”

He raised his cane and pointed at Old Tom.

"That number means you'll have to face more than 10,000 ordinary people, all of whom are your enemies."

"That number means that even if you're proficient in the Requirition Charm, you'll need to wave your wand more than 10,000 times, and if you can complete a spell in three seconds, you'll need to kill for nine hours without stopping."

He spoke of the data in an emotionless tone, and his cane continued to point to the next person.

"The same goes for you."

"The same goes for you."

"You're all the same."

"I mean, your wife, your father, your brother, even your newborn child who hasn't learned to walk yet, has to deal with that."

Everyone was frightened by Townsend's cold and cruel tone and words, and someone screamed, "No—that's enough!" ”

"Did that scare you? Gentlemen? ”

The magician looked at them coldly and said, "What will really happen is a hundred, a thousand times more cruel than what I said!" ”

"Listen!" The magician slammed his staff on the floor and said, "Maybe some people will have a fluke mentality, thinking that after just one or two wars, ordinary people will be afraid and will give in." ”

"Yes, some of them will, they may regard the wizard as a god and never dare to resist again."

"But there must be people who will resist, they will do everything they can, even if it is with fists, with teeth, even if it is lame, and they are not yet adults, they will do whatever it takes, day and night, just to pull the wizard off the altar."

"Never underestimate the courage of humans, and never underestimate the willpower of humans, they have brains as smart as wizards, and most importantly, they have absolute numerical superiority."

"And we-"

The magician took a deep breath and tapped his finger on his chest: "If you are pierced in the chest by a blade held by an ordinary person, you will also die." ”

"Your family will die, your friends will die, and your children — they have a long period of time, just as fragile as the average person."

"Now, gentlemen."

"Tell me, do you still think wizards can win this war?"

Syllable.

Some people sat on the ground, and many more were pale and short of breath.

"So what are we going to do?" Someone asked in trepidation.

The magician didn't answer the question, just snapped his fingers, and a flame ignited out of thin air above the bar, and the next moment, his figure jumped out of the flames, standing lightly and gracefully on the bar.

He looked down at the bar and slowly spread his arms.

"Our deduction game is over, gentlemen."

"Now, I can answer the original question, why am I here?"

His voice echoed through the tavern, and nothing else.

"I'm here to save wizards and the wizarding world, I'm here to save ordinary people who will die in war, I'm here to stop a war that breaks out because of arrogance and stupidity, I'm here for a world that is about to sink into hatred and death."

"Gentlemen, I have come for a more brilliant civilization."

(End of chapter)