I wield a sword at Hogwarts

After that, the goblin held a grudge and disrupted some of the decisions of the Ministry of Magic several times.

John took the letter and unfolded it, raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "Equality?"

"They seem to have forgotten who gave them the space to live."

A group of aliens who once launched a rebellion still dare to clamor for equality.

John scoffed.

Werewolves are equal because they are wizards who have changed the past.

As for goblins, they have their own culture and heritage, and have a record of opposing wizards many times, so they still hope for equality.

John had done his best not to turn them into slaves.

After reading Griphook's letter, John quite admired the goblin who knew current affairs.

"The list of fairies, this is a sign of your loyalty."

Griphook handed over the list of all goblins, including many old goblins who were not recorded in the Ministry of Magic.

Those guys are the ones who need to be watched.

Maybe some of the goblin rebels in the past are still alive today.

John said to Penello: "Draw up a document to formally appoint the goblin Griphook as the director of Gringotts Mint."

"Understood." Penello nodded and prepared to leave.

"Penello," John stopped her and said, "get ready, we are about to leave."

Set off?

Go to America!

Penello nodded again, and when she left, there was tiredness in her eyes.

In order to prepare for this negotiation with the United States, she had done enough homework.

As a half-blood, she can gather more information about that country.

It was through understanding that he realized how powerful the person he was going to negotiate with this time was.

John could see that she was distracted, but he didn't pay much attention.

After all, it was a negotiation in name, but what he actually wanted to do was make the hunter feel pain.

The outcome of the negotiation is not important.

Anyway, I brought enough chips to make people greedy.

It was Penello who didn't know this and thought that John was going to negotiate with the Muggles to gain living space for the wizarding world.

It can only be said that Percy has a good vision and this girl is very suitable to be the person in charge of this position.

No one dislikes a diplomat who can put himself in the wizard's shoes and solve problems for wizards.

"Unfortunately, we not only need peace diplomacy, but also fist diplomacy."

John smiled slightly, and the silver ring covered his right hand. The unusual bright gemstone on it was fascinating.

"Level 8, you should be able to challenge those people now."

After a duel with Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard was born.

It also gave John the confidence to challenge the most powerful Muggle country.

Although Muggles are powerful, they have a flaw.

life.

The silver turned back into a ring, replaced by black scales.

John's eyes turned into vertical pupils and he spoke an ancient and obscure language.

"I hope you are arrogant enough so that I can stand on the side of justice without guilt and launch sanctions against you."

…

American airports.

Penello walked out with a dazed look on her face. She didn't understand why she had to fly over.

There is obviously something faster like a door key.

The main thing.

She was flying alone.

It feels very awkward for wizards who are used to traveling through floo networks and broomsticks.

But I have to admit that airplanes are more comfortable than wizards' flying tools.

"Let's go."

Penelope started as John's voice sounded to her left.

"Sir Wick?" She looked around, "Where are you from?"

"This is not something worth caring about," John snapped his fingers, and a taxi stopped in front, "Get in."

The driver didn't know why, but he just wanted to pick up these two passengers.

The taxi drove along and stopped in the center of American politics.

The guard at the door turned a blind eye to the two of them, and John led Penello all the way up.

When a fat man with a Mediterranean hairstyle pushed open the glass door of the conference room, he walked in calmly and sat down.

The fat man was stunned, "Who are you?"

John smiled and said: "Hello, we have made an appointment with your country to talk about the Atlantic exercises."

"Ah?" the fat man said uncertainly, "I need to confirm."

"Please."

Having said that, John had no intention of leaving the conference room.

He glanced at the two American flags, waved his hand, and one flag became the flag of the Magic Kingdom.

Penello hesitated: "Is this really okay for us?"

She felt that her boss was not following the rules at all.

He didn't even give any notice, he just walked in without any hindrance.

This is completely different from her previous dealings with the UK.

Are the people here easy to talk to?

"Of course, we have made an appointment after all." John didn't care. If he knew what Penello was thinking, he would definitely laugh.

Good talk has never been relevant here, and the people here are even more barbaric and rude than the primitive people.

They were able to walk in only because John used psychic magic to give those people hints so that no one paid attention to them.

The fat Mediterranean man informed Minister Francis.

The minister frowned and cursed angrily: "What do these people do to eat!"

The two people just slipped in without any hindrance. You must know that he was not prepared to negotiate at the beginning. He just wanted to lure the people out and catch them, so as to learn from his mouth about the magic crystal mine and how to survive.

But two people entered here without permission, which disrupted his plan.

In order to prevent the two from escaping, the minister decided to meet the wizards for a while.

"That idiot Mike has said many times that those wizards are weird. I want to see if there is anything more weird than bullets."

He sneered and prepared to go see the wizard.

No matter what the outcome is, this negotiation will end with victory.

He was extremely certain of this.

Taking the people with him, he headed to the conference room.

There was originally a discussion to be held here, but the minister arranged it elsewhere.

Walk through the door.

Two hunters met in the forest.

In front of the wizard who was carefully hiding, the hunter slowly pushed aside the jungle, revealing his greedy and cruel face.

The American big shot wears a fake smile and his hypocritical acting skills make it clear how many times this man has deceived his people.

"wizard?"

The minister came in and glanced at the two men with an aggressive look.

There were only two people in the shabby team.

A woman, a young man who was probably still in school.

The country's diplomatic team never went on a large-scale trip, but these two people made people laugh.

The minister looked at them, and John smiled and said: "Hello, we are representatives of the Magic Kingdom. We hope to talk to your country about the Magic Crystal Island."

"Oh?" The minister sat down casually, "Are you ready to apologize?"

He was clearly the attacker, but he was waiting for an apology with a condescending tone.

Penello said with a straight face: "Your country attacked our island for no reason, causing wizards to be harmed. We hope there is a solution."

"A solution? Of course there is."

The minister's aggressive eyes glanced at Penello. Speaking of which, he had never played with a witch.

Those cover models are getting a little tired.

This witch seems to be good-looking.

The way he looked at the goods made Penello very uncomfortable.

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Chapter 772 Against the Wizard Mobile Force

In this meeting, the minister did not even come in as a recorder.

You can imagine what kind of attitude he had. He smiled and said, "What's your name?"

He didn't even look at John, but stared at Penello, a witch dressed in Muggle workplace attire.

Penello said with a straight face: "Diplomat of the Magic Kingdom, Penello Crevat."

"Oh—I remember you," the minister said. "Mike mentioned you."

"He's talked about your tricks many times."

The minister did not care that he was addressing a wizard, but referred to magic contemptuously as a trick.

This made Penello lose her face, and she said in a deep voice: "Magic is not a trick!"

Magic is the ability that wizards rely on to survive. For Penello, she cannot let others insult wizards.

"Aren't you looking for a solution?" The minister suffered a lot from the President because of the witch thing. He stood up and walked to Penello, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I don't know if witches are the same as girls. ?”

John turned to look at the minister, the smile gone from his face.

Penello clenched her fists. She wanted to use a very vicious magic on this guy's face to cause ugly acne on his face.

However, this is not where she is willful.

Seeing that Penello did not speak, the minister slowly placed his hands on Penello's shoulders and squeezed them.

"How's that? A good suggestion."

He thought he had it, but John spoke.

"If you don't take your hands off Diplomat Crevat's shoulders," John looked up at that annoying old face and smiled, "I will throw you off the Statue of Liberty."

There was no hint of laughter in his smile, only a tingling sensation that made the minister's body shiver.