I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"It's not your fault," Oz Hilde, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, said with hatred in his eyes, "No one can imagine what they would do to those saints."

Oz looked at the other man.

"Potter, I didn't expect us to meet here."

As a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Oz was also a teacher to Harry.

"Professor Hilde," Harry said, "that man..."

"It doesn't matter," Oz said, "the saints don't deserve our mourning."

"No, I mean another one," Harry thought for a moment and said, "There is also a saint who uses sharp fire. His sharp fire is very powerful, just like..."

He searched for comparable words in his mind and said, "Magic as powerful as Altdorf."

"Aldolf?" Oz looked solemn, "Aldolf Edgar?"

The guy who was once so notorious, now there is a guy who can compare with him?

"No, Altdorf may be more powerful than him, and he is similar in terms of firepower." Harry was almost beaten by Altdorf in the first place, and he had some considerations in his mind.

After being taught by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry became stronger.

Oz also fell into thinking that such a powerful wizard should not remain unknown.

"I see, Potter, you did a good job." Oz encouraged, "You saved the lives of the Aurors. I think you will be rewarded soon."

"But people still died," Harry hesitated. "I shouldn't accept the award."

"It's all thanks to you, Potter," Oz said. "Without you, Abe and the others would all be dead."

Work is work, mistakes are mistakes.

Harry felt ashamed that he had not saved the Auror, but he had saved others.

No one can be perfect.

…

John put down the A4 paper, and a relationship diagram already appeared in his mind.

"Grindelwald, you have a long way to go."

British, French, German and American.

This is just what we found, those Muggles have connections with Grindelwald.

And those people's positions are not low.

Either a general or second lieutenant who controls a party, or a high-ranking official in an important department.

No matter which one it is, Grindelwald's contact with these people is a cooperative relationship.

They need to allow Grindelwald to create chaos so that he can gain most of the profit and power within it.

Through these weapons, Grindelwald can declare war on the Muggle world and the wizarding world.

"Enemy everyone." John closed his eyes.

His eyes turned gray again, and once again he peered into the future.

In the future, he and Grindelwald fought. It was a fight to the death, killing each other at all costs.

The frown never relaxed, and John saw an explosion.

Not in any other city, in London.

The detonated bomb engulfed half of London.

Tens of thousands died and the Muggles started a war.

He saw dark shadows, dark shadows looming over the Muggle army.

Death is like a withered plant.

The gray disappeared, and John looked at the prophecy ball in front of him.

He picked up the prophecy ball, which turned into powder in his hand and flew away in the wind.

"Muggles start a war." John rubbed the ring and thought about the future.

This is a war waged against wizards, and once it begins, it becomes irreversible.

Muggles and wizards need to die.

"The explosion was the key, the bomb that exploded in the center of London."

He was deep in thought.

Muggle investigations into wizards were increasing.

Today's explosion cannot be hidden from the smart people among Muggles, and wizards have taken another step on the edge of exposure.

"Continuous cover-up only makes people suspicious, and the truth is often the bridge of communication."

John pointed his finger on the table, "I need a chance to communicate."

He is not Fudge, and he would not be foolish enough to threaten the Prime Minister of a country.

What's more, the one in London is even more difficult to deal with than the Prime Minister.

Snape, a senior undercover, couldn't get too close to the other party.

Mycroft is gradually mastering information about the wizarding world, and he is one of the smartest people in the world.

Gambling with such people requires less clever methods.

Just as John was thinking about this, he saw an unexpected owl.

Qiqi.

The big-headed gray owl stepped on the railing outside with his big feet.

He poked his head in to make sure Basil was inside.

"Basil is not here," John said, speechless, "come in."

Hearing that Basil was not there, Qiqi flew in.

The moment it entered, it transformed back into a fire dragon, roaring with an aggrieved look.

"I know you've been wronged, but you've also gained something, right? For example..." John thought for a while and said, "Look at how slim you've become during this time, and you've all lost weight by eating vegetables."

Qiqi growled, "I'm a fire dragon, not a thin dog."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you improve the food when I get back," John patted Qiqi's big head.

Looking outside, John saw a white shadow flying inside.

The next second.

Like a speeding fighter jet, a kick dropped from the sky and kicked Qiqi on the head, directly knocking the fire dragon back to the owl.

Basil was like kicking a rubber ball, constantly teaching this little brother who turned his back to deliver the letter.

Qiqi was beaten passively.

Sometimes it wonders, is he a fire dragon or is this owl?

Whose owl can kick away a fire dragon?

"Don't fight for too long, Basil." John shook his head helplessly and opened the letter.

It was written by my father, and it contained information about the affairs of my uncle and the Wick family.

"Not just the UK, more countries are taking notice."

John frowned.

Being discovered and showing up are not the same thing.

It seems that I need to find a chance to meet Muggle people as soon as possible.

Then John continued to read, and fell silent when he saw that his father just wrote down a bunch of names to deceive Mycroft.

In fact, it was not written casually. Those people were all Watson's suspects.

He originally wanted to check them one by one, but he didn't want it to be troublesome and just handed over the list for Mycroft to check by himself.

The problem is, those lists are almost the same as what John found out.

Should he say that dad is lucky, or should he say that dad is really not afraid of death?

…

Chapter 707 Use, use

Seven places.

"Raidho, this is a protection, a talisman that protects the protected person."

Alec Hopkins, also known as Snape, pushed the translated rune notes to Mycroft.

Mycroft picked it up, flipped through two pages and put it down. He looked at the occult professor opposite.

"Do you think this thing has any effect, Professor Hopkins?"

He was still testing the occult professor.

Snape put his index finger together and touched it lightly under his lips. He was also looking at Mycroft with a careful look.

"If your information is correct, runes have many functions in mystical applications, and protection is only one of them." Snape touched Mycroft's eyes and said in a long tone, "Yes. , it works.”

Mycroft subconsciously opened his eyes, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

Suppressing that feeling, he nodded, took out new wood chips, and said, "Please take a look at these."

Snape took it, looked at the material on it, frowned, and said, "This is not sorbet."

"Oak." Mycroft said, "A new material discovered in a major accident."

"Oak is called a magic tree and is considered to have magical effects," Snape asked. "Do you suspect a wizard did it?"

"Professor Hopkins, I need to remind you," Mycroft said noncommittally, "the more you know, the worse it will be for you."

"I don't care."

Snape said calmly: "You want me to come here and pretend to be a deaf mute?"

"It's interesting." Mycroft leaned forward and smiled, "Many people who work with the government are afraid of knowing too much, but you are an exception."

"Seeking knowledge," Snape said without changing his expression. "For me, the more knowledge I can know, the more I can prove what I have learned."

"Good reason."

Mycroft seemed to be convinced. He saw his men standing outside, straightened his clothes and stood up, "I think I can provide you with more."

Snape subconsciously raised his head to look into Mycroft's eyes, but Mycroft looked away, walked to the door and smiled: "Please, Professor Hopkins."

Standing up and following him, Snape had a vague suspicion that the other party did not trust him.

Legilimency requires eye contact.

But Mycroft didn't give him a chance.

This is the terrible thing about smart people. Once a certain suspicion is established in their hearts, they will quietly avoid these possibilities.

The two walked out of the room and walked forward.

Finally arrived at the destination.

A car is parked in what looks like an underground garage.

The car door opens.

The person who came out of it was stunned.

"This is Professor Alec Hopkins, a professor of occult science." Mycroft walked over, "Watson Wake, maybe you don't know him."

While saying these words, Mycroft kept observing the two of them.

Watson's brief and rapid pause did not escape the smart man's keen observation, but he pretended not to see anything and introduced the two of them with a smile.

"Hello, Professor Hopkins," Watson said strangely.