As Christmas approaches, the festive atmosphere is diluted by the solemn and solemn atmosphere. Everyone's heart is heavy, as if they have also hung invisible holly and mistletoe ribbons like the Christmas tree in the auditorium. There are more and more news and photos about the New York Harbor, from the traffic jam caused by the blizzard, to the naval, land and air force soldiers, marines and coast guards stationed in the harbor, and the United Nations headquarters calling on both sides to calm down and restrain... all of which are increasingly provoking the tense nerves of the people.

At the beginning, the White House did try to beautify this conflict as an "exercise" - "helping wizards to understand the situation and their place in the world." But it soon found that it didn't work.

As the stubbornness and unity behind the unusual silence of the entire magical community, and the news that "hundreds of young wizards have been illegally imprisoned and abused for more than 20 years" intensified around the world, they quickly turned their guns and began to fiercely criticize the legitimacy of the "Charter of the Federation and Alliance".

The White House claimed that wizards are a minority and should abide by American laws. But when the reporter asked him what he thought about the 200-page list of criminals provided by the International Confederation of Wizards and the International Pan-Magic Union, the spokesman kept silent. The federal court, which represents justice and public order, was silent at the critical moment.

A public relations expert from the other side of the ocean acted in a Luna style, and he said the unpleasant truth:

"The secret of the conflict is written on the last page of the "Confederation and Alliance Charter."

When people took up a magnifying glass and carefully examined the dense signatures on the document with great curiosity, they were shocked to find that the truth was so simple:

next to the signature of "Felix Hepp" - today this name is well-known to everyone, and there are more than 300 organizations in North America alone that inexplicably insist on being related to him. A line of dark green small characters clearly read:

"The above law is recognized and signed by all representatives of the magic world and is authorized by the Grand Master to ensure its implementation. '

Some people suddenly realized, thinking of the solemn announcement by the spokesman of the International Confederation of Wizards a few days ago that Felix Hepp was ordered to take away American wizards who were facing personal threats, but before that, he would participate as the only wizard representative in the so-called peace exercise - the spokesman said in a sarcastic tone.

"This is Mr. Hepp's personal choice. I don't want to analyze his intentions in detail. All I can do is pray for him, just like we waited for the result of the legendary duel half a century ago."

In the following days, various tabloids used eye-catching words such as "cruel" and "bloody", and some even directly put up the title "Black Christmas".

On the morning of Christmas Eve, the time came and the whole world was quiet.

The sky in the early morning was a cold dark blue. The weather was cold and dry. Dozens of warships swam like ghosts a few kilometers away from the port. The splashes they pushed made the non-ice-bound port more and more restless. At least hundreds of earth observation satellites in the sky aimed their lenses here, and these satellites were enough to observe centimeter-level images.

In an underground command room deep in the harbor, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Because more than ten minutes ago, a phone call came in, telling them that "it has begun." From then on, an operation with the word "hunting" was launched in full swing. Suddenly, an abnormal disturbance occurred in the image of a satellite.

A group of people gathered in front of the abnormal satellite screen.

"What's going on?"

"Not clear yet!"

"Where is the ground radar?"

"Except for the marked helicopters, fighters, and warships, no moving targets were found."

At this time, a civilian staff member raised his hand and signaled: "Report, report, the current situation is similar to one of the situations in the manual issued."

"Speak!"

"Magic disturbance."

The commander seemed very stunned, "Is there someone on the satellite?" A monitoring staff member with his back to the general whispered: "That person has even been to the moon." His subtext is naturally compared to the moon, what is the distance of a satellite? The general interrupted rudely: "There is no evidence that he has been to the moon! Except for that little bit of gray-" As

soon as the voice fell, a young face appeared in the picture, the corners of his mouth moved, and he seemed to be talking to himself, but unfortunately the sound could not be transmitted. Then the screen went dark.

The general swallowed and asked, "Did anyone see what he said?"

The command room was completely silent. After a few seconds, a voice in the corner said faintly, "From the English pronunciation, I think he said..." The voice paused, as if it was incredible, "u...s...a..."

In the next ten minutes, hundreds of grids on the big screen went out one after another. Those pictures were like the flames that humans first controlled when they took control of civilization, and were extinguished one by one by invisible hands in the darkness. The air conditioner in the room seemed to be completely broken, and the temperature was as cold as the ice and snow outside, which was suffocating.

After another three minutes, no more pictures disappeared. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, less than half of the intact satellite pictures were left. Just as they took a breath, the phone in the command room rang one after another.

"Shut up those good-for-nothings!" the general shouted. "The target may have been abandoned. Mobilize the remaining satellites immediately. Turn the radar power to the maximum. Tell the helicopters, reconnaissance planes, and fighter planes to search with all their strength."

Hundreds of fighter planes patrolled the sky, dragging long white trails. The sky was cut into fine pieces by the "white smoke", like a crisscross chessboard, encircling the morning star that had not yet completely disappeared.

When the early warning aircraft almost climbed to an altitude of 30,000 meters, it finally sent back a message, "Target found! Should we launch an attack?" Then the military radar and satellite positioning, the picture gradually became clear, although only the back of a head was illuminated.

"Attack." The commander gave the order indifferently.

Felix was restraining the urge to use magic, letting himself fall slowly like a feather. Although he could fly himself. At this moment, Felix was still in a mood to make a bitter calculation. At the current speed, he would land in about three hours... That was really a long time.

The orange-red flames connected into lines, and then intertwined into a net, rushing towards him like a storm. But under the influence of the thinking cabin that expanded to dozens of kilometers away, Felix knew whether these high-speed machine gun bullets would hit the target - that is, him - even earlier than the pilot in the fighter. Because this is definitely a technical job, he is still too small compared to the size of the aircraft.

Felix symbolically dodged a few times, and then various types of aircraft cannons, air-to-air missiles, and laser-guided bombs were launched. The sky turned into a fireworks field, flashing wildly, and thunder was deafening. When another fireball with an explosion radius of more than 200 meters exploded beside him and tried to annihilate him, Felix merged into the air with some solemnity.

Everything returned to silence. Felix carefully looked at the black smoke nearby and the much brighter sky. In the distance, various fighter planes were trying to turn around, and they seemed to feel unsatisfied and wanted to do it a few more times.

"At this altitude, it should be clear, right?" Felix whispered to himself. He was certainly not talking to the pilot, or even to the commander on the ground, but to more than two hundred countries and regimes on Earth - conventional weapons were ineffective against him.

Felix stretched out his hand and said calmly, "Then let's end it as soon as possible." With preparation, he had too many means to use.

In a dazzling light green light, there were bursts of sounds like a baby crying, which became clearer and louder, and then stopped abruptly. Felix stood in the air and put down his arms expressionlessly. Within the range covered by the thinking hut, streamlined fighters suddenly lost control and fell crookedly. The cry of

mature mandrakes can kill people - he originally planned to seal this magic forever.

It won't be long before the information about it will be on the desks of leaders of various countries. Its magical effect is comparable to that of a nuclear bomb - under the influence of huge magic power, it can cover a city with almost no side effects, and create a dead zone in the blink of an eye, and even mosquitoes and cockroaches cannot escape. Felix suddenly felt like a businessman selling death - the spokesperson of the god of death, who was demonstrating the performance of the product to potential buyers at this moment, and was afraid that the customers would not know the goods, so he had to provide an instruction manual.

Felix knew that no one could hear him now, but he still wanted to say something.

"It is inevitable that it has developed to this point. Even if it is not the United States, it will be other countries. The more I think about it, the more careful my plan is, and I even take care of chaotic places like Africa to avoid war as much as possible... The result is that I stand on the opposite side of the whole world."

"As a powerful group, wizards should have been used by various countries as soon as they were exposed, but I delayed this process, which made many people suspect that wizards are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Indeed, without me... the top combat power, wizards would either resist, compromise, or hide deeper, and some places would be caught in war... The chaos will inevitably last for several years or more than ten years, but this process will also allow everyone to give a close-to-the-truth evaluation. The new order was established in blood and fire, at the cost of countless lives."

"I hate chaos, so I created the Charter of the Union and Alliance, just like the four most outstanding wizards and witches joined forces to establish Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry a thousand years ago. If I think about it carefully, I have anticipated this scene, as if I have seen the future - well, it is not wrong to some extent - in this case, it is my responsibility to ensure that this future becomes an inevitable reality."

From today on, everyone will know what it means to stand on the opposite side of a great wizard, especially a great wizard in the field of ancient magic.

Felix's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing at the edge of the port and could smell the breath of the sea. He stretched out his left hand, palm facing up, and a book with thick ink and color rendered by magic appeared out of thin air. He opened the book of magic with his right hand, and his fingertips gently brushed the pages. One of them fell off instantly and floated in the air like a feather, without any force at all.

But in the eyes of the master wizard, this page of paper carried magic that they could hardly imagine.

Felix stood straight, raised his head slowly, and scanned all directions - in fact, this was unnecessary, because the thinking cabin had long told him that the nearest helicopter was two kilometers away, the fleet outside the port had not yet turned around, the city in the distance was piled with snow, and the reflections of the glass and telescopes on the high-rise buildings were intertwined. He even vaguely heard the roar of motorcycles and excited shouts.

He could understand it completely. The total area of ​​the entire city in front of him was more than 1,000 square kilometers, and nearly 8 million people lived there. Of course, most people have temporarily evacuated now, causing a big congestion, but there are still a small number of people who choose to stay and watch the excitement. The empty long streets in the city also gave these people the opportunity to vent their primitive violent desires in broad daylight. Steel, leather clothes, motorcycles, muscles, sweat...

Felix felt that this place might become a source of inspiration for many artists in the next week.

The next second, the page fell to the ground.

The ancient magic words danced like ice crystals, and the ice-blue magic suddenly rolled up, blending with the biting cold wind around, blowing the clothes to rustle. These magic powers were like dye dropped into a pool, spreading out ripples. Felix had used this magic before, more than once, but the magic power consumed was far less than one thousandth of what he used now. The result was that, with him as the center, all colors began to fade, and only clear lines remained of buildings and people. If you look closely, you will find that their surfaces reflect a faint halo.

The range of this magic was so wide that it was enough to cover all the soldiers, headquarters, and some warships distributed along the coastline. These people were of course still alive, but they would fall into silence with the city in the next week, just like turning from reality into a storyboard in a comic book.

After doing all this, Felix took a step out and appeared outside the port. There was no sound around him, which reminded him of his first experience in the universe. Suddenly, a bold idea popped up in his mind - roll up New York City like he rolled up Grawp's cabin at the Burrow and hang it on the door of the White House in Washington, but even he thought this idea was too crazy. It was estimated that the contact methods that Akinbad and Ms. Bones could use were almost blown up at this moment.

The noise coming from the Mind Cabin also reminded him that business was important. Felix stood high in the sky and looked down. The sea seemed to have a clear dividing line. Half of it was the sea in reality, and the other half was the wave shape that only appeared in comic books. He looked at the city again. Not everyone was "linearized". He deliberately avoided those wizard families hiding in the dark. They were intact and stood out among the messy black and white lines. The

most conspicuous one among them was the Woolworth Building. It was the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, with almost hundreds of wizards.

Seeing Horace Grinstead flying towards him on a broom, Felix suddenly realized that the people of the Magical Congress of the United States of America might be about to move for the sixth time.

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