I wield a sword at Hogwarts

He raised his wand and said to John: "Pull out your wand, Second King. I can tell you that behind me, there is a weapon capable of destroying half a Muggle city."

"And the only way you can stop them is by letting me die."

John narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him who was not trying to escape.

Garland said: "Show me your power, Second King!"

His wand waved.

The flames condensed into a red tiger.

John calmly raised his wand.

The next second.

The white light turned into a lightning spear, spanning the distance between the two.

Garland was startled, and the same white light shot out from the wand and collided with it.

The two sides were in a stalemate for less than three seconds before John's Crushing Curse penetrated Garland's wand like a powerful weapon.

The hole as big as a bowl is on the chest, and the wound is constantly turning into particles and scattering like an hourglass.

Garland fell to his knees and looked at his wounds.

He looked up at John again.

John walked up to the kneeling man, his expression unmoved.

This powerful force made Garland smile.

"You are indeed very powerful, Second King." He looked at John and slowly put his hand on his heart.

At the moment of contact, John's hand was already on his head.

The magic of the mind was activated, and the memories buried in his head were dug out.

Before his life came to an end, everything about him had been learned by John.

Garland's body lost all life.

The dead body fell, like weathered paper, shattering into countless powders and dissipating.

John glanced at the activated weapons.

He murmured: "Self-righteous martyr, your sacrifice will not make you great."

…

A peaceful evening in London.

After all, the scythe of death did not leave a mark on those people's necks.

People from the government found out about the whereabouts of the weapons from those who collaborated with Grindelwald.

A terrorist attack that could end a prime minister's career leaves people unable to make the decision.

All London Underground stations were blocked during the day, and they were heavily armed to investigate.

But until the last track was searched, they were confused.

The so-called weapons did not appear at all.

Still, something was discovered.

Such as the location of weapons that were once installed there.

Just when everyone was in trouble, a phone call was answered.

Immediately afterwards, the city-wide blockade of the subway was unlocked.

…

Chapter 722: The Wick family’s fire dragon, negotiation

The Wick family.

Watson put his hand on his chin and stared at the blocks in front of him.

Ariana was taken to the beauty salon by Mrs. Wick today. I heard that she was going to give the little girl a new look.

The last time Ariana came back dressed as a movie character, she happened to be seen by Mrs. Wick.

When the woman saw that her daughter had the same interests as herself, she immediately pulled Ariana away.

Completely ignoring her husband who was dressed as a movie character like Ariana.

The old man Watson who was left at home sat on the sofa. He felt that half of his buttocks were numb as he remained in this position.

He moved a little, then looked up and saw the muzzles of the guns. He froze and said, "I'm just moving a little."

There are now six people in the Wick family.

In addition to Watson, Mycroft sat across from him with four of his agents.

"Don't you have anything to say, Watson?" Mycroft sat opposite Watson.

With a strange color in his eyes, he asked, "About your appearance at that subway station."

explain?

I came out on horseback to fool around, who can I explain to me!

Watson couldn't say that he took his son to climb the tower yesterday, and then his son asked him to take him to the subway station, right?

So, silence is the Wicker family today.

He was silent and had no intention of explaining.

This kind of performance has become a default in Mycroft's eyes.

"I'm actually very curious about the strange reaction you had with Alec Hopkins the last time you went to the Seventh Place," Mycroft said with a calm face, "Do you know him?"

Watson still said nothing.

Mycroft continued: "Not only do you know each other, but this is not an ordinary relationship."

Nonsense, he's my son's dean.

Watson pretended to be serious.

"You know him, which means you have a connection with the person behind him," Mycroft looked at Watson and said, "And you are not a wizard."

"Tell me, Watson," Mycroft leaned forward, his eyes showing aggression, "your relationship with the person behind it."

"The missing weapon appeared in the military area, and the list you gave is consistent with the wizard."

"As an underground president, why are you connected with wizards?"

Mycroft needs an answer.

Watson finally looked up, his eyes deep.

Then……

Move the other half of your butt.

The main reason is that my buttocks are numb from sitting for too long.

Mycroft took a deep breath.

Why can this person be so presumptuous?

Aren't you afraid of actually doing it yourself?

The agents were also shocked by the underground president's calm and calm temperament.

You must know that Watson is now being watched by four of Britain's most elite agents, and these people have the ability to take Watson's life at any time.

Even so, Watson still didn't have any panic.

The indifference in his eyes made it seem as if the people in front of him were just a group of children with toys.

The underground president is so terrifying.

They even sat like this all morning.

Just when the hands jumped to eleven o'clock, Watson spoke.

"My wife will be back soon." Watson said with a deep expression, "Why don't you go back first and come back in the afternoon?"

provocative!

Definitely a provocation!

This is questioning the professionalism of MI6, ah no, MI6!

An agent exchanged glances with Mycroft, then nodded.

The next second, the agent raised his gun and shot.

The bullet grazed Watson's thigh and hit the sofa.

Watson: "..."

Mycroft: "..."

Agent, he thought he understood Mycroft's eyes.

Mycroft silently turned to look at the agent, "What are you doing?"

The agent was a little confused and asked, "Didn't you ask me to shoot him as a warning?"

Mycroft's eyebrows were beating and he said, "I'll let you go out first!"

Where did this agent come from, and what kind of random look did he read?

However, Watson Wick was able to remain calm even like this, and the underground president was indeed courageous.

Little did he know that Watson didn't even react. After all, who would have thought that the agent was so tough.

The agents are getting ready to go out.

But Watson couldn't sit still.

I really can't sit still.

Because of the couch under his ass.

The originally ordinary sofa suddenly deformed rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, Watson was forced to stand up.

The sofa had already stood up and hit the armrest of the sofa towards the agent who fired.

Agents who didn't react flew out directly.

The other agents reacted and drew their weapons to shoot without thinking.

There was a roll of carpet under their feet, and the three of them were tied up like chicken rolls.

The carpet continued to shrink, causing the three people's bones to be broken.

Mycroft looked over there, then at Watson, and said, "Now, you always need to explain."

Watson thought for a moment and said, "Actually, this is new fully automatic furniture imported from the United States."

Obviously, there is no possibility that Mycroft would believe this clumsy lie.

Sitting down again, this time it was Watson's turn to sit on the same sofa as Mycroft.

"It's my first time sitting so close. I'm really not used to it." Watson sat a little further to the side.

The agents were already outside the door.

Just two people now.

"You don't have to explain," Mycroft said, "but you should also know what will happen if others find out what is going on here."

"I thought we were friends." Watson said with a headache. "As a friend, you should know that there are some questions you shouldn't ask."

"I don't need to ask you and let the person behind you come out." Mycroft sneered, "You have to make a choice."

"Okay." Watson sighed, "I can tell you."