As Christmas approaches, the festive atmosphere is flushed with solemn and solemn air. Everyone's heart is heavy, as if they are hanging invisible holly and mistletoe hanging ribbons like Christmas trees in the auditorium. There are more and more news and photos about New York Harbor, from traffic jams caused by blizzards to sea, land and air soldiers, Marines and Coast Guard entering the harbor, and the United Nations Headquarters calling on both sides to calm down and restrain themselves... are increasingly arousing the tense nerves of the people.

At first, the White House did try to beautify the conflict into an 'exercise' - "helps make the wizards recognize the situation and understand their place in the world." But it soon discovered that it wouldn't work.

As the tenacity and unity behind the abnormal silence shown in the entire magic world, and the news that "hundreds of young wizards suffered illegal imprisonment and abuse for more than 20 years" became increasingly fierce around the world, they quickly turned their guns and began to fiercely criticize the legitimacy of the "United Nations and Alliance Charter".

The White House claimed that wizards are minorities and should comply with American law. But when reporters asked him what he thought about the 200-page list of criminals provided by the International Wizards Federation and the International Pan-Magic Alliance, the spokesperson kept silent. The federal court, which represents justice and public order, collectively lost its voice at a critical moment.

A public relations expert from across the ocean acts with Luna's style, and he tells the unpleasant truth in one word:

"The secret of the conflict is written on the last page of the Federation and the Union Charter."

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

Next to the signature of "Felix Hepp" - the name is now known to everyone. In North America alone, there are more than 300 organizations that have inexplicably insisted on being related to him. A line of dark green characters clearly states:

‘The above laws are recognized and signed and taken into effect by all representatives of the magic world, and the great masters are authorized to guarantee and implement them.’

Some people suddenly realized that a few days ago, a spokesperson of the International Wizards Federation announced to the public that Felix Happ was ordered to pick up the American wizard facing personal threats, but before that, he would participate as the so-called peace exercise as the so-called "peace exercise" as the only representative of the wizard.

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

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

The morning before Christmas, the time came and the whole world was quiet.

The early morning light was a cold and dark blue color, and the weather was cold and dry. Dozens of warships were swimming like ghosts a few kilometers away from the port. The splashes they pushed as they advanced made the port more restless. At least hundreds of ground-based observation satellites in the sky pointed the lens here, and these satellites were enough to observe centimeter-level images.

The atmosphere in an underground command room deep in the port was extremely depressing. Because more than ten minutes ago, a phone call came in and told them that "it started." At this point, an action with the word "hunting" was launched in full swing. Suddenly, an abnormal disturbance occurred in a satellite image.

A group of people surrounded the satellite screen where abnormalities appeared.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know yet!"

“Where is the ground radar?”

"No moving targets were found except for the marked helicopters, fighters, and warships."

At this time, a civilian person raised his hand and signaled: "Report, report, is similar to the situation in the manual I sent."

"explain!"

"Magic disturbance."

The commander seemed very surprised, "There is someone on the satellite?" A surveillance officer with his back to the general muttered in a low voice: "That person has even been on 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 to prove that he has landed on the moon! Except for that little gray-"

As soon as the words were finished, a young side face appeared in the picture, with the corners of his mouth squirming, as if he was talking to himself, but unfortunately the sound could not be heard. Then the picture fell into darkness.

The general swallowed and asked, "Who can see clearly what he said?"

The command room was silent. After a few seconds, a voice in the corner said quietly: "From the English pronunciation, I think what he said is..." The voice paused, and seemed incredible, "u...s...a..."

In the next ten minutes, hundreds of grids separated on the large screen were extinguished one by one. The pictures were like the flames that humans controlled when they first took charge of civilization, and were cut off one by one by one by one by the invisible hands in the dark. The air conditioner in the room seemed to be completely broken, and the temperature was as cold as the ice and snow outside.

After another three minutes, no picture disappeared again. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and less than half of the intact satellite images were left. Just as they took a breath, the phones in the command room kept ringing.

"Shut up those wine bags!" the general shouted, "The target may have given up, immediately mobilize the remaining satellites, drive the radar power to the maximum, tell the helicopters, reconnaissance aircraft, fighter aircraft, and search with all their strength-"

Hundreds of fighter jets were patrolling the sky, dragging out long white trails. The sky was cut into fine pieces by "white smoke", like a crisscrossing chessboard, circled the morning stars that had not yet completely disappeared.

When the warning plane climbed almost to a height of 30,000 meters, it finally sent a message back, "Discover the target!! Will it launch an attack?" Then there was military radar and satellite positioning. The picture gradually became clear, although it only hit the back of the head.

"Attack." The commander gave orders coldly.

Felix was restraining the urge to use magic and let himself fall slowly like a feather. Although he could fly by himself, Felix was still in a state of pain and calculation. At the current speed, he landed in about three hours... It was 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 hut that expanded dozens of kilometers away, Felix even knew earlier than the pilots in the fighter whether these high-speed machine gun bullets would hit the target - that is, him. Because this is definitely a technical job, he is still too small compared to the plane.

Felix symbolically dodged several times, followed by various models of air cannons, air-to-air missiles, laser-guided bombs, and the sky turned into a fireworks field, and began to flash wildly, and the thunder was deafening. When another fireball with an explosion of more than two hundred meters exploded beside him, trying to annihilate him, Felix merged into the air with a somewhat solemn degree.

Everything returned to silence. Felix carefully looked at the nearby black smoke and the much brighter sky. Various fighter jets in the distance were trying to turn around. They seemed to feel unsatisfied and wanted to do it a few more times.

"This height should be clearly seen, right?" Felix said softly. Of course, he was not speaking to the pilot, or even to the commander on the ground, but was talking to more than two hundred countries and regimes on the earth - conventional weapons were ineffective against him.

Felix stretched out his hand and said lightly, "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 sounds of a baby crying, which became clearer and louder, and then stopped abruptly. Felix stood in the air, lowering his arms expressionlessly. Within the range of the thinking hut, streamlined fighter jets suddenly lost control and fell downwards.

The cry of the mature Mandela grass will kill people - this magic he originally planned to seal forever.

It won't take long before the information about it will be placed on the desks of leaders of various countries. Its magical effect is comparable to a nuclear bomb. Under the action of huge magic, it can cover a city with almost no side effects. In the blink of an eye, a dead domain cannot escape even mosquitoes and cockroaches. Felix suddenly felt like a merchant selling death - the spokesperson of the god of death. He was showing the performance of the product to potential buyers, and was afraid that the customers would not recognize the goods, so he had to match it with an instruction manual.

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

"It is inevitable to develop to this point. Even if it is not the United States, it will be other countries. The more I think about it, the more meticulous the plan is, and even the chaotic places like Africa are taken care of, so as to avoid war as much as possible... The more I will stand on the opposite side of the whole world."

"Wizards, as a group with power, should have been used by all countries as soon as they were exposed, but I delayed this process, which made many people suspect that wizards are strong on the outside and on the inside. Indeed, if it weren't for me...the top combat power, wizards would either resist, compromise, or hide deeper, and some places would fall into war... The chaos inevitably lasted for several years, more than ten years, but this process would also allow everyone to give a close-to-real evaluation. The new order was established in blood and fire, at the cost of countless lives."

"I hate chaos, so I helped to create the birth of the Federation and the Alliance Charter, just like the four most outstanding witches and witches who joined forces to establish the Hogwarts School of Magic, a thousand years ago. Thinking about it, I had expected this scene, as if I had seen the future - well, to some extent - since that's the case, I have a responsibility to make sure that this future becomes a reality that will inevitably happen."

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 literature.

Felix's figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already standing at the edge of the port and could smell the breath of the sea. He stretched out his left hand, his palm facing up, and a book that was painted with magic appeared out of nowhere. He opened the Book of Magic with his right hand, gently brushed the pages of the book with his fingertips, and one of them fell off instantly, floating in the air like a feather, without any force at all.

But in the eyes of the wise mage, this page carries their unimaginable magic.

Felix's body was straight, and he raised his head slowly, and his eyes swept across all directions - in fact, this was a waste of time, because the Mind Hut had told him that the nearest helicopter was two kilometers away, the fleet traveling outside the port had not turned around yet, the snow in the city in the distance, the reflections of glass and telescopes on the tall buildings intertwined, and he even vaguely heard the roar of motorcycles and the shouts of excitement.

He could fully understand. The total area of ​​the city in front of him was more than 1,000 square kilometers, and nearly 8 million people lived. Of course, most of them have temporarily evacuated, which has caused a huge congestion, but there are still a small group of people who do not believe in evil and choose to stay and watch the fun. The long and depressed streets of the city also give these people the opportunity to vent their original desire for violence in broad daylight, steel, leather jackets, motorcycles, muscles, sweat...

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

The next second, the pages fell.

Ancient magical texts danced like ice crystals, and the ice-blue magic suddenly rolled up, blending with the surrounding cold wind, making clothes roar. These magic powers were like dyes falling into the pool, making them dizzy with ripples. Felix once used this magic, even more than once, but the magic consumed was far less than one thousandth of what it is now. The result was that with him as the center, all colors began to fade away, whether it was buildings or people, they only had clear lines. If you look closely, you will find that the surface of them reflected a shallow halo.

The magic covers so wide that it can cover the soldiers, commands, and warships distributed on the coastline. Of course, these people are still alive, but they will fall into silence with the city in the next week, like a storyboard from reality to a comic book story.

After doing all this, Felix stepped out and appeared outside the port. There was no sound around him, which reminded him of his first experience in the universe. A bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind - rolled up New York City and hung it at the door of the White House in Washington like he rolled up Glopp's cottage when he was in the Burrow, but even he thought this idea was too crazy. It was estimated that the contact information that Akinbad and Ms. Bones could use were almost blown up.

The movement from the Thinking Hut also reminded him that the matter was important. Felix stood at a high altitude and looked down at the sea water. The sea seemed to have a clear dividing line, half of which was the sea water in reality, and half of which were wave shapes that only appeared in comic books. He looked at the city again, and not everyone was 'lined'. He deliberately avoided the wizard families hiding in the dark. They were intact and looked very prominent in a bunch of messy black and white lines.

The most conspicuous one is the Woolworth Building, which is the headquarters of the American Magic France Society, with almost hundreds of wizards.

Seeing Horace Glinstingch fly towards him on a broom, Felix suddenly realizes that the people of the American Demons and French Society may be about to move for the sixth time.
Chapter completed!