vncnus Chapter 207 The Cooperation Broke Up Before It Even Began
Chapter 207 The Cooperation Broke Up Before It Even Began
Chapter 207 The Cooperation Broke Up Before It Even Began
The ordinary people knew little about the wizards and were terrified of their ability to suddenly appear and disappear through flames, fearing that two wizards might appear behind them and wipe them out.
However, Martin and his ilk, who had dabbled in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds, were acutely aware of the relative strengths of both sides. They knew they were no match for the enemy's few guns. Given the situation, he could only feign confidence: "Surveillance is no sign of genuine cooperation!"
But how insightful is a country's intelligence chief? Even if he couldn't see through Martin's bluster, he could definitely see that the other magic wizards with weaker mental fortitude were already trembling under the cold muzzle of a gun.
This discovery filled him with doubt: Could it be that wizards are no different from ordinary people, both afraid of bullets, but simply have a technological advantage over ordinary people in some mysterious fields?
He subtly gestured behind his back, signaling the soldiers behind him to fire two shots to check the goods.
The soldiers behind received the signal and immediately raised their guns, firing two shots that accurately hit the passerby, the Gold Wizard, whom they considered unimportant.
In their assessment, two people were particularly important. One was Hawke, because everyone hopes their opponent is a fool, as more information can be extracted from a fool.
Another one is Martin, because Martin is a smart man, and in the eyes of the External Surveillance Bureau, smart people are always useful, no matter when or where.
Blood burst forth.
Screams echoed.
A man with all four limbs broken was writhing and screaming on the ground. He let the dust settle, then struggled to the window. Trying to escape, he found himself powerless, and his screams turned into wailing cries.
"What are you doing!" Martin was shocked, angry, and terrified, his back covered in cold sweat.
"Of course, it's about assessing the qualifications of our allies." The director of the Foreign Security Bureau shrugged nonchalantly. "Cooperation requires sincerity, and naturally, it requires assessing qualifications. I control all of France's intelligence operations and thousands of fully armed soldiers, but you need to show me your qualifications first."
He spoke slowly and deliberately, but his words terrified the magic wizards present: "Unfortunately, I haven't seen anyone qualified to cooperate with me. I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask everyone to go to the swimming pool."
As he spoke, he took a barely perceptible step back, and soldiers on both sides covered him and shielded him from view.
He had already prepared a strategy before coming. Through analyzing Hawke's behavior, he concluded that a wizard's strength was generally related to knowledge. Since it was related to knowledge, there were both poor students and good students, and thus, powerful wizards.
After saying that, he became wary of a powerful wizard suddenly appearing and killing him.
Although he doesn't mind sliding on his knees on the spot, the prerequisite is that he doesn't get instantly killed by the opponent, otherwise he won't have the chance to slide on his knees.
When asked if he was worried about being too shy to kneel down, he could only tell him that as a political creature, kneeling down is commonplace in the political arena, let alone kowtowing to acknowledge a godfather. If you can't accept that, then don't go down that path.
The soldiers brought everyone under control, and the director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau sighed regretfully. It seemed his luck hadn't been good. He'd encountered a fool who didn't care much about secrecy and a clever person, but he hadn't met a powerful figure, a truly influential person.
This is good, because according to the intelligence analysis revealed by Hawke, these people who call themselves magic wizards are in an extremely weak position and are not welcomed by mainstream wizards, so we can be tough on them—the Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau weighs the pros and cons.
"take away."
"Yes."
A line of war chariots emerged from the woods outside the gate. Soldiers bound the controlled Magic Gold Wizards tightly and pushed them onto the chariots, which sped back to the swimming pool.
The Magician Academy next to Beauxbatons.
Quirrell, who is stationed at the academy, noticed that several people were absent from class today.
"This shouldn't be happening. From having no chance to come into contact with magic to starting to learn it, their interest should last for at least a year. Skipping class without a reason shouldn't be happening now."
Quirrell could only assume that something had happened at home that prevented these people from taking leave, since it was impossible to predict in advance.
This has indeed happened twice.
Those who skipped class will come over the next day to explain the situation.
The reason they weren't given communicators was because their magical energy was extremely scarce—so scarce that using a communicator was equivalent to charging for two hours for a five-minute call. They could only slowly recharge by absorbing free magical energy through the communicator, which was far from convenient; in fact, it was much more troublesome.
"But is it reasonable for more than a dozen families to experience sudden emergencies at the same time?"
Quirrell planned to go find Maxim, but he didn't have the ability to investigate at the moment, so some things needed to be left to someone more capable.
On the way to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.
Snape and McGonagall met.
Good evening, Severus.
Good evening, Minerva.
Although they are colleagues, Gryffindor and Slytherin, two of the four houses, have maintained an irreconcilable relationship for more than a decade.
Furthermore, Slytherin's consecutive House Cup wins have made Minerva quite unhappy with the little lions.
Therefore, the two simply nodded.
Finally, they all said the password to the principal's office together.
When the two arrived at the principal's office, they found that everyone was already there; they were the last group to arrive.
Dumbledore (Lord of the City), Gale (Maternal Relative), Lane (Heir Apparent), Flitwick (Heir Apparent's Tutor), Sprout —
We're just missing Snape and McGonagall.
Dumbledore gestured for the two to sit down: "Now that everyone's here, let Ryan tell us what he thinks."
Ryan stood up, handed the copy of the document made with the Copy Charm to Snape and McGonagall who were later present, and then reiterated his ideas on deepening the field of study.
After listening, Snape snorted: "I do not agree to let mediocre people and fools tarnish the glory of potions."
Ryan wasn't worried at all that Snape would undermine him. After all, Snape was incredibly arrogant, and the fact that he didn't stand up and yell at Ryan for lowering the bar for potion research was already a sign of his acceptance.
Everyone knew Snape well, and no one was worried that he would refuse, so they all waited quietly for Snape to say what he would say next.
Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Snape, without looking up from the documents in his hand, said, "However, refining the field of potions sounds very interesting. I will contact other members of the Potions Society, such as some well-known potion masters and potion professors from other houses, to plan and subdivide these issues together."
"Severus, I will also write to the International Pharmaceutical Association, hoping they can cooperate with you to advance this project."
"Cooperate with me? Those people?" Snape said, "Dumbledore, I would prefer you to bring someone else along. The professor and I are more suited to lead this project together."