I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Before they even got close, the breathless fear began to overwhelm the two of them.

The sky became dark.

Above the clouds, black and white owls dance with thunder.

"Boom!"

A crash of thunder.

The sky reflected the appearance of a ferocious black dragon.

This scene also made some people in Washington discover it.

Riots began, with some convinced they had seen demons.

It is a dark existence that will destroy everything.

Some people smashed items crazily and ran into the store to steal the contents.

Fear spread quickly throughout the region like a plague.

The soldiers sent out in advance also began to suppress the riots.

Death was waving its wings towards them.

Root's legs were like lead and he couldn't walk.

The president's cigarette had burned to the butt, his fingers were burned, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to make a sound.

Soot falls.

Shadows moved slowly towards them along the ground.

die.

The word death quickly popped into their minds at the same time.

Frequently and repeatedly occupy the mind.

escape?

There is no escape.

Root's teeth chattered and he accidentally bit his tongue.

It left the taste of rust in his mouth, causing physical fear to recede.

Thinking of his daughter, he understood that there was no way out.

He steeled himself, pushed the president with his hand, and whispered: "Mr. President."

The president only came to his senses after being reminded.

He immediately threw away the cigarette butt that burned his fingers.

Cold sweat streaked his forehead.

Even if he had a death wish, his back could not help but be wet with cold sweat.

The shadow was no more than two meters away from them.

While advancing slowly, he came to one meter in front of them.

Half a meter.

Thirty centimeters.

Three inches.

One inch.

Stop.

The two of them were about to let go of their worries when they saw a shadow covering their bodies without warning.

Falling from the air, the huge body swept with hot wind and wrapped around the two of them.

The car was blown backwards, and they tensed up, struggling to stabilize themselves.

Wait until the hot wind caused by the giant dragon landing passes.

They opened their eyes that had been blown shut by the wind.

Death, this is what it feels like.

Looking up, that huge body looks like the god of death on earth.

The world-destroying dragon has ferocious claws, and there is no light on its dark scales.

The president's breathing became labored and he clutched his heart.

Root quickly looked at his body, standing under the shadow.

His face uncharacteristically dispelled fear.

"Success!"

He grabbed the president's arm, shook him, and shouted, "Our lives have not been taken away!"

This meant that, as he had guessed, the World-Destroying Dragon came here for a negotiation or diplomacy.

The goal is not destruction, which is unprecedented good news.

After his reminder, the president also reacted.

Weak humans gained a glimmer of hope.

They looked at the dragon, how should they communicate?

…

Chapter 785 You don’t want me to be a human being

Just when the two were in distress.

The surrounding scenery changes.

When they reacted, their surroundings had turned into an empty manor.

This place is extremely empty, with only a sofa and a table in the huge room.

On the sofa, a young man with black hair and a luxurious wizard robe was holding a cup of black tea.

"Please take a seat."

The young man's voice was full of meaning that no one could refuse.

The president and Root looked at each other. Neither of them could guess where this place was.

Fortunately, they could probably guess the identity of the person opposite.

Root looked around and asked, "Where are we sitting?"

"Anywhere." John raised his eyebrows.

Without any reaction, Root found himself sitting down.

The president is by his side.

"Black tea or coffee?" John continued to ask.

"Coffee." The president tugged on his tie to make his breathing less suppressed.

He stared at John's face and asked, "Have we met?"

"Mr. President, it's really easy to forget." John chuckled, "Don't you remember last night?"

last night?

stove!

The President remembered who it was.

The one who speaks to himself.

"Are you the Witch King?" He did not expect that the so-called Witch King turned out to be a young man.

John said casually: "Obviously the answer is so."

Lute also thought that this person was the Witch King.

"Forgive me for being rude before," the president said, knowing that this was not the time to put on airs. "I hope there can be a new negotiation."

"Oh?" John lifted the cup, and the teapot floated in the air and poured him a cup of hot tea with white smoke.

He sipped the black tea and said nonchalantly: "I have shown you kindness before, Mr. President."

"Your reward is the harm to wizards, the attack on Magic Crystal Island, and the capture of wizards in Plymouth Colony."

"You contemptuously call wizards rats," John shook his head and said, "But you have forgotten that in the Middle Ages, the source of the Black Death was rats."

He did not have the humility to talk to the leader of the most powerful country, but was flat and excessively calm.

"Francis' matter involved your indulgence and instruction. How should I repay your 'goodwill'?"

John's calm words can always bring cold sweats to people.

The president's mind was spinning rapidly. His previous arrogance was indeed too stupid.

"Equality, this is your condition, I show it to you." John said lightly, "Now, it's time for me to see what you have to convince me."

The Dragon of Destruction is at the door of Washington, and the two of them feel that the pressure has increased too much.

Not only that, John didn't stop putting pressure on the two.

He took out a pocket watch and opened it. The time inside showed that there were less than three minutes left.

The second hand moves in the pocket watch.

He slowly pushed it over.

Seeing the remaining time, Root took a deep breath and said seriously: "We apologize for our previous arrogance, respected Witch King."

"But I know that you did not come with destruction."

"Not with destruction?" John smiled, "There are many places in the United States that have been destroyed."

"Yes, I know," Root looked at John seriously, "But Westview is an exception, isn't it?"

"What you are attacking is the base where the wizard is imprisoned and the base where you want to attack."

"At this point, I see your kindness."

"Mercy? I didn't expect that one day killing would be called mercy." John said with emotion, "You have convinced me, Mr. Root."

"If you work harder, maybe I'll be persuaded by you."

Root listened to the tone of the other person's words and understood that the other person was just looking at a toy.

"People who are not equal cannot have a conversation at the same table," Root took a deep breath. "Even if Washington is destroyed, it will not do any good to the wizarding world."

"You're wrong about that," John joked, "Wizards need a piece of land as their hometown."

"Washington is great."

John snapped his fingers and the scenery around him changed.

The empty room turned white, and then the surrounding area gradually turned into a place where there were less tall buildings and modern civilization.

"The United States was founded only by massacring the indigenous people of this land."

They saw the original owners of this land being massacred by the army that came from across the ocean.

"Killing is the essence of development. I am just reproducing what you have done." John relaxed his posture, let go of the cup in his hand and disappeared, and said while leaning on the sofa comfortably, "I don't think there is anything wrong."

His family's history was brought out, and the president hurriedly said, "No, it's different. We are here to survive."

"It's also because of my survival!" John interrupted, with a sharp look in his eyes, "Have you forgotten who is expelling the land where wizards live?"

Of course it is me.

The president couldn't tell the truth. When he bullied the wizards, no one said they had such terrible weapons.

Root glanced at the president. Although he was a president from a prestigious university, he was not a good candidate for diplomacy.