Chapter 709：

He said seriously: "You also know that in the underground world, there are always some mysterious people appearing."

after awhile.

Mycroft rubbed his temples, resisting the urge to hit Watson's head with the half-assembled building block toy on the table.

"You mean, you bought these from the wizards you met in the underground world?"

Watson nodded and said with a harmless look on his face: "Yes."

"I think I gave you a chance, Watson Wick." Mycroft stood up and prepared to leave.

Just at this time.

An owl flew in.

Mycroft glanced at it and stopped.

Get some information from the wizard, the owl is also among those ranks.

Qiqi flew to Watson and put down a letter.

Watson glanced at Mycroft and opened the letter.

The content inside allowed him to make a choice.

"I think another person can answer the question for you." Watson looked outside and said, "But you need to change places."

Mycroft looked at Watson and said, "I hope you are not joking this time."

"Of course not." Watson looked very interested.

…

The agent waited outside for a while, but there was no movement inside.

As a professional agent, the agent who was punched away by the sofa suggested that they need to ask Mr. Mycroft if he needed help.

However, they did not wait for Mycroft's reply.

The four people, who secretly knew something was wrong, pushed open the half-open door.

after…

"Roar-!"

The door was closed again.

No one told them that there was a fire dragon in Wick's house.

Qiqi, who was rare and mighty for once, looked at the deserted home and secretly made up his mind.

I will protect the Wick family!

Well, let’s go to the refrigerator first to see if there is any meat.

Qiqi happily turned into a fire dragon and opened the refrigerator. Looking at the meat inside, it drooled unsatisfactorily.

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Chapter 723 Muggles, Wizards

Silverhand Manor.

The blue flame burned in the fireplace, and Watson walked out of it and patted the ashes on his head.

Behind him, Mycroft had a trace of surprise on his face.

"Welcome to Silverhand Manor, Mr. Mycroft."

Tang Mi came over with a smile.

Mycroft glanced at Tang Mi, and he quickly confirmed that this was not the person he wanted to see.

As expected, Tang Mi looked at Watson and said respectfully: "Please come with me, Mr. Wick."

Watson had no doubt that he was there. After all, he had also met this subordinate of his son.

The two walked outside Silver Hand Manor. Mycroft was here alone. He said loudly: "If you want to show off here, I can only tell you that you have made the wrong idea."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be outspoken."

The voice came from the left.

Mycroft looked for his voice and went out. On the stairs on the left, a room was open.

He walked up the stairs.

This place is not much different from the upper-class mansions he visited.

A black owl stood there, its head tilted, looking at Mycroft.

Mycroft stopped for a while and walked towards the room.

This is a study room.

Dozens of books suspended in the air were flipping, and in the middle of those books was a young face.

"If you don't mind, you can watch it with me."

John extended the invitation. After thinking for three seconds, Mycroft stepped into the circle surrounded by books.

He saw the true face of those books, which were numbers and lines that were changing one after another.

Mycroft saw several familiar names from there.

"Eleanor Duru."

"Lawson Julian."

"Matthew Millau."

These names are from government and military officials.

Mycroft said: "Can I understand that you are monitoring them?"

"Yes." John nodded without hesitation, "I am monitoring them."

"It's not just them either."

John raised his hand and brushed it. The books in front of him were like a giant wheel, turning in the other direction.

A new batch of names appeared. Those names were extremely unfamiliar to ordinary people, but to Mycroft, they could also be recognized at a glance.

That's a bunch of names from outside the UK.

The person in front of me not only monitors officials in his own country, but also monitors places outside the country.

There are also some unfamiliar names, and those people are not Muggles.

John snapped his fingers, and the books spread into pieces of parchment and spliced ​​into a huge map floating in front of him.

"The United Kingdom, Germany, France, the United States, Poland, Türkiye."

He pointed at a red dot on the map at random, which was in New York City, America.

He said calmly: "There was also a weapons theft here. Just like the national defense base, they also knew nothing about it."

"But the fact is," Mycroft said, "it was the wizard who did it."

"Yes, that's wrong." John waved his hand, and the huge map began to fold, and finally turned into a piece of parchment no bigger than the palm of his hand.

John folded it casually and put it in his pocket. He looked at Mycroft and said, "I think this is not the first time we have met, Mr. Mycroft."

"What should I call you?" Mycroft stared at John, "Should I call you John Wick, or something else?"

"Why do you think I have other names?" John was surprised.

"Watson Wick," Mycroft said dissatisfied, "you disguised yourself as his child and supported him to gain huge power in the Muggle world. Do you want him to be your spokesperson?"

Mycroft's brain was working rapidly, and he analyzed: "For wizards, it is not impossible to stay young."

"Hopkins is at your service, and your current appearance is just a cover-up."

"You're worrying too much."

After listening to Mycroft's analysis, John felt speechless.

Do all smart people like to speculate?

"My name is John Wick, and I am also the son of Watson Wick." John said calmly, "At the same time, I am also the person who can negotiate with you on behalf of the magical world."

There was distrust in Mycroft's eyes, "Do you want to tell me that you are eighteen years old?"

"Absolutely." John shrugged, "Don't be surprised, there is magic in this world, why can't Watson Wick's son represent the magical world?"

Makes sense.

The vigilance in Mycroft's eyes did not diminish. He looked at the bookshelf, "You want to negotiate with me?"

"I think you might be a so-called wizard genius, but according to my observation, Watson is not a wizard."

"You regard wizards as non-human beings." John shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

Mycroft turned his gaze, "Oh?"

"This needs to start with the birth of the wizard." John snapped his fingers.

A chair appeared behind Mycroft, and John invited him to sit down.

"In the magical world, wizards are divided into three categories." John raised three fingers and said, "Pure blood, mixed blood, and Muggle-born."

"The so-called pure blood means that all ancestors are composed of wizards."

"And mixed blood means that one of the parents is a wizard and the other is an ordinary person like you."

"Muggles are the name wizards use for non-magical people who cannot use magic."

"A Muggle-born wizard, as the name suggests, is a person whose parents are ordinary people, not wizards."

At this point, John pointed at himself and said, "And I am a Muggle-born wizard."

"In the magical world, there are many wizards like me."

Mycroft listened carefully and asked, "Are you trying to say that you grew up in the same environment as me?"

"That's right." It's easy to talk to smart people. John pointed his finger, and a mist rose, turning into a magnificent school scene.

"In the magical world, there are magic schools. When people with magical talents grow to eleven years old, they will receive admission notices from these schools."

John laughed: "I didn't even know I was a wizard before I received the notification."

"Before this, everything I received was British education, British culture, and British habits."

"Tell me, Mycroft," John's eyes flashed with a glint, "Are we the same people?"

The environment determines the location. If it is a group of people who grew up in the UK, is it any different from the locals?

Mycroft crossed his fingers on his knees, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"We are from the same country, Mycroft." John said, "We are not enemies."

"Just like every country has some insane and insane people, the magical world also has some radical people."

"Wizards and Muggles, we can't separate from each other," John shook his head and said, "I chose to meet you to let you see the sincerity that belongs to the magical world."

He looked deeply at Mycroft and said, "Everything is fine."

"Everything goes well?" Mycroft smiled, "Do you think it's possible?"

"I admit your mysterious abilities, but you should know that there should not be two governments in a country." Mycroft said, "Which world's laws should wizards follow, magic or us?"

Contradictions have always existed.

"I have never heard of any wizard going to the police station to report a crime." Mycroft said.

"Our worlds are too close together," John raised his eyebrows, "You should see what we are capable of."

"With all due respect, although your abilities are mysterious," Mycroft smiled confidently, "but our strength is even stronger."

"Yes, but," John chuckled, "there is more than one country, isn't it?"

Mycroft's originally confident expression turned gloomy in an instant.

John said calmly: "I believe there are always some countries willing to cooperate with me."