Chapter 720： declaration

Latest URL: The speech is very long. First, it exposed a series of actions such as the US official secrets illegally imprisoning, controlling talented little wizards, stealing secrets, and secretly hunting and killing solitary wizards, and then reviewed the intensified anti-witch thinking and violent incidents from all walks of life that have been instigated recently. Finally— —

"... a serious violation of the Charter of the Federation and the Union. If we do not stand up and resist, the rights of wizards will not be guaranteed, and our children will usher in a more cruel fate than in the Middle Ages."

"This country is de facto unsuitable for the public activity of ordinary wizards."

"For the above reasons, the International Federation of Wizards and the International Pan-Magic Alliance jointly issued an announcement to suspend all exchanges and contacts between other regions and the Americas, including but not limited to travel, visiting friends, graduation trips, participating in international magic events, and hosting group activities; Stop issuing transnational door keys; cut off the Floo network; suspend negotiations, suspend all cooperation between the two parties, American wizards go underground and hide their identities according to the former "Secret Law"; the Federation and the Alliance reserve the right to further speak out and take necessary measures..."

The newscaster on the TV dutifully reported the wind and rain and snow outside the window, and the induction cooker in the house sizzled. Fei Nong sat paralyzed on the sofa, his fat was fixed into a long bar, and the remote control in his hand kept changing channels-he couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he heard similar news on TV this week. In addition to what was seen in the newspaper and heard from colleagues, it may be more than 200 times.

"...The White House spokesperson said that the official brainwashed wizards do not exist, but further confirmed that the Magical Congress of the United States has infiltrated the government. According to the declassified information, extremely serious and vicious incidents occurred in the 1920s. It is reported that... "

Change the station. "The United States submitted the 'Wizard Management Control Draft' to the United Nations, and the Magical Congress of the United States responded positively to this, 'will not compromise.' And asked the other party to hand over the murderer..."

Change the channel again. "The International Court of Justice speaks—"

"Wizard, wizard, wizard."

Feinon murmured, and he changed another station angrily.

"The Federation's International Court of Justice explains in detail the Articles of Chapter VII of the Federation and Union Charter..."

There was movement at the door, followed by slams and footsteps, and Petunia entered the room shiveringly, carrying a mesh bag full of vegetables and food, her lips were frozen blue, her cheekbones were high, her hair had snowflakes, and she was long. The long neck is wrapped in the collar and the shoulders are tucked in like a giraffe forced to winter in the snow.

She walked in, glanced at the TV, and immediately pressed her lips together, but said nothing. She trotted into the kitchen, and half an hour later, Petunia shouted in the dining room, "It's dinner." "Here it is." Fennon muttered as he prepared to turn off the TV—"an emergency message!"

His hand hangs in the air.

The newscaster was in a hurry, and it took more than ten seconds to regain his composure.

"...At 2:40 p.m. local time, more than a dozen wizards appeared in New York Harbor out of thin air. The purpose of this group of people was unknown, and a large number of reporters and onlookers poured into the scene. Judging from the pictures returned by the drone, these The wizards wear the logos of the Magical Congress of the United States and the International Federation of Wizards, are they going to do something to the largest port in the United States? But they all have their backs to the port, and their expressions are solemn... There is something under the water, cut the camera quickly!"

Finon stared so intently at the TV that she didn't even notice Petunia coming out of the kitchen.

In the afternoon, the shimmering water in front of the port suddenly rolled up a huge splash, and the huge black shadow gradually surfaced, like a quiet and deep black fish, the fish head was raised, and it became clearer and clearer. That's a submarine.

A black submarine appeared in New York Harbor. "It's kind of incredible, it seems to appear out of thin air, the coast guard and the staff on the shore did not give warning - the submarine has been exposed for a small half, and my colleagues are currently stepping up to verify the submarine number... Judging from the exposed shape and pattern, Probably for marine science experiments - oh god!"

Feinong's eyes widened. He couldn't care less about complaining that the host made a fuss. He sat back on the sofa, and the spring groaned. His mind went blank—

The front section of the black submarine is abnormally raised, like a lifeless dead fish, but its size is too large and has a strong sense of oppression. The drone footage swept across the port, and people's eyes were fixed on the water. , The arc of the submarine is as large as a rocket ready to launch. Its height keeps rising, and the black shell rushes out of the water, rolling up a huge vortex. It completely breaks away from the water and hangs in the air.

With a bang, the submarine landed. A large pit was smashed into the ground of the port.

The hearts of all those who saw this scene seemed to be like the cement floor, with cobweb-like cracks being smashed, and they couldn't help but take a deep breath. The roar of propellers was heard in the distance, and local law enforcement agencies finally reacted.

At this time, a dozen wizards guarding the shore suddenly moved. The wands in their hands were like precise scalpels. With the unpleasant "squeak" sound, the outer shell of the submarine was peeled off, revealing the inside. face.

As we all know, the interior space of the submarine is relatively small, but the place near the middle is relatively empty, which shows its importance. The remodeled area is divided into three spaces, the joints are separated by steel and thick glass doors, and the inside can be vaguely seen. Only a narrow aisle remains on the outside. The wizard continued to dismantle the submarine efficiently, spells flashing, steel pipes and valves falling off wherever they went. They tore the walls of special materials like tearing the wrapping paper of a bag of potato chips, and presented the interior layout in front of everyone. The first two spaces were fixed with large and small instruments. Find the corresponding prototype in the TV show - it's a kind of small laboratory.

The wizards continued to wave their wands, and the wrists began to widen, as if they were in a hurry, and their movements became rough. The iron sheets and pipes were moved aside, including those who seemed to be wrapped in amber—six or seven of them A man in a white lab coat - half a minute later, the last thick iron door was opened.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes came out from inside. It was Felix, and many people recognized him - thanks to the overwhelming publicity in the North American news media, some people regarded him as a cult leader. Amazingly, he also gained a lot of supporters, mostly young people.

Felix dragged his hand behind him, as if he was dragging someone, and it was soon clear to those near the port that it was a child in a hospital gown. Through the drone screen, the boy's pale face can be clearly captured, which is an abnormal paleness, and it seems that he has not basked in the sun since he was born.

The second one came out was a little girl, wearing a sleeveless dress with dodging eyes, as if she was not used to so many people, and tried her best to hide her body behind the adults. There are dense pinholes on the arms, half of the hair is bald, and the eyes are narrowed, with obvious photophobia characteristics.

The port was silent. At this time, six or seven helicopters flew over, circling above their heads, and machine guns were aimed downward. "Warning! Warning! Put down the weapon, put down the weapon, and immediately capture—"

The voice stopped abruptly. Naturally they had no idea how far the Thinking Hut was covered, nor what it meant to be in it, and the others on the shore raised their heads and looked at the thin paintings that fluttered from the sky and were swept up and down by the wind. , like a movie poster that fell from the sky.

...

A total of four children emerged from the submarine. Afterwards, Felix released a brief press conference in the face of the reporters who came.

"Magic and science are two excellent systems, and there is a possibility of complementarity. I have noticed that some scientists have called magic the engine of the next technological revolution...or the key. They are gearing up to update the existing basic scientific theories. The replacement...if it is true, unfortunately, some countries may have to miss it."

"The International Confederation of Wizards and the International Pan-Magic Union uphold the interests of wizards as a whole. We respect the laws of any country as we do our own. The Charter of the Confederation and Confederation emphasizes this point only if both parties We only sit together and negotiate when we meet, but in the past few months, we have been fooled and given empty promises... Conflict? We have avoided conflict as much as possible, but it does not mean that our children are allowed to Being put on a laboratory bench for blood tests; calm? I can still talk calmly and not let go of fire, which is enough to prove that the wizard is still sensible enough. But as long as this kind of thing happens, the murderer continues to get away with it, The negotiation can't go on... Maybe your perception is not the same as ours?"

"What happened today just proves the correctness of the previous warning. This land is in great danger and is not suitable for ordinary wizards to survive... The Wizards Federation and the Pan-Magic Alliance will do our best to help wizards in need stay away from them. This land of evil. Although they should not have been threatened with security, non-magical regimes established legitimate wizarding regimes over a century ago."

"Escape in a dreadful way? No, they will leave openly... The evacuation time is about half a month later, depending on the location... I think this place is good, spacious and open, and can easily accommodate hundreds of thousands of people... Heh, even It is suitable as a battlefield."

This is undoubtedly a declaration of war.

The reporters present heard the overtones. It is not that there have been conflicts between the two sides before, but they were both accidental, but this time it is completely different. The time and location are determined in advance, giving the government enough time to mobilize the army. This is to be positive. What do you mean.

Absolutely big news! The follow-up to this incident was that half an hour later, a group of heavily armed police took over the port, but they tried their best to remove the equipment in the submarine, as if it was glued to the ground. In the end, they could only bring He landed on the ground with a crooked white coat and several realistic-looking helicopter stickers and left.

American Magic Hospital.

Felix handed several children over to the therapist, and Horace Greensteen, who was with him in the rescue operation, whispered: "According to the memory of the previous congressman, we rescued twelve batches of little wizards according to the past, and the remaining Even if there is, it will be completely hidden underground.”

Felix nodded slowly.

Horace Greensteen hesitated for a while, and said with a hesitant expression: "Mr. Hepp, I have no objection to letting American wizards go underground. Anyway, it's not much different from before, but a head-on conflict... Wizards may not have an advantage."

"What are you thinking? I don't need you, I just borrowed a name."

"Is it the staff of the Federation?"

"Don't worry about it. The Magical Congress of the United States is responsible for maintaining order. I know you will stay, and even more than half of the wizards will choose to stay, but there must be some who want to leave. Let them prepare in advance."

Day by day, the whole world seemed to be quiet, and they looked at the land of America with quiet eyes. In half a century, this was the first time they felt the shadow of war so close, and the bustling city of the past seemed to have entered ahead of schedule. In the Great Depression, countless people drove away, the ships parked at the port disappeared, and only a few guard ships floated weakly.

The doors of the Capitol were closed, and no one knew what was going on inside. Even thousands of miles away, the British wizarding world has been affected, and the construction of the new Diagon Alley has been suspended - of course, the external excuse is the impact of the blizzard.

Perhaps the last quiet before the war, Felix suddenly found himself with nothing to do, all negotiations on hold, and it seemed that everyone was waiting for the outcome of this conflict. He went back to school, got a good night's sleep, and woke up to the surprised stares of his students and professors. Professor McGonagall showed up immediately and took him away.

In the principal's office—

"Really going to war?" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious expression.

"We don't want to go to war, but we have no choice," Felix said. "If we give in on a matter of principle, not only wizards in America - wizards in general, but wizards in general will have a very bad life and will be divided. ...Don't take things too simple, the other party won't provoke a full-scale war, at least not against all the wizards in the Americas, but wooing, spying, and breaking through differences...is what they are best at, and it really makes those people successful, America The wizarding world is going to experience the biggest split it has ever seen. And that's going to cause a chain reaction."

"Is there no way to stop it? Once the war starts, it will not be so easy to stop it."

"Don't ask me, I don't know." Felix shook his head slightly and said, "There are too many factors involved in this incident. Neither Agimbad nor I want to expand the situation. It is better to limit it to North America, to be precise. It's just one region of the United States. From a global perspective, both the wizarding world and the non-wizard world are expecting a conflict, as if human lives are worthless... There was Grindelwald before, and many people may still have hope - I It means that, in the eyes of those people, maybe I will fight him and end up dying. But with the promulgation and implementation of the Federation and Union Charter, the possibility is very low--"

"The establishment of a new order will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed and conflicts, and will face various challenges. If it passes through, the whole world will usher in a period of peaceful development, but if it does not pass through, it will definitely affect more than just the survival of American wizards. Circumstances - maybe even a previously signed contract will have its ups and downs. Fortunately, we have laid enough foundations in the past few months..."

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, we must fight, face-to-face, head-to-head, and dispel all malicious eyes at once."

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment, then said, "Felix, I called you here for another matter."

"what?"

"Didn't you dream about talking to the Sorting Hat? It agreed I didn't dream about—what did you say, Minerva?" Felix looked away from the ceiling on the sofa He moved away and looked at her in surprise. Professor McGonagall rose from his seat and looked away from the portrait of the Headmaster on the wall.

"Even Dumbledore can't know all the secrets of this castle, let alone me, but I think if the four founders really leave the key to unlocking the secret, the biggest possibility is the Sorting Hat...hopefully it is helpful for you."

After she finished speaking, she left, leaving Felix alone in the principal's office.

Felix was stunned for a moment, then looked straight at the Sorting Hat on the partition. He stood up nimbly, leaned over to the partition, and looked closely at the dirty, gray hat. The hat didn't move. He picked it up and shook it, and returned to the sofa with a nervous expression on his face.

After a few seconds of sitting still, he put the sorting hat over his head.

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