Chapter 216 I Have No Doubt that the Wizard Can Win

"A war that engulfs the entire world and that no human being can avoid."

The magician waved his cane and his voice echoed throughout the tavern: "Gentlemen, maybe you will say that there have been too many wars in this world, such as this -"

He pointed at Old Tom.

"He has obviously experienced the last world war. He has seen how the war swept through, and he has seen those who wailed, cried and even died in the war."

"Many wizards were involved in the war, but more wizards could still stay out of it."

"When the war is over, those pains and sorrows will become history. People can still sit in the pub, drink a glass of whiskey, and only think about the ingredients for dinner or tomorrow's work."

"But this time is different, gentlemen."

The magician's tone became heavier, and he slowed down and said: "This is not a war between countries, nor is it a war for worldly interests. Let me make it clear, gentlemen."

"This is a war between race and race."

"The absolutely insurmountable gap between ordinary people without magic power and wizards with magic power separates ordinary people and wizards into two completely different categories. When the flames of war are ignited, it will be impossible to stop."

"Only when one side is completely defeated, when everything we have now is completely destroyed, when one race completely controls another race, can this war end. Oh, I think some people have remembered it, it happened once in the magic world Such a war."

"The opponents of wizards at that time were elves."

He asked softly: "Is everyone here familiar with this race?"

"The food on your table and the wine glasses in your hands are not created out of thin air, but come from the work of an enslaved race. This is a race that has completely transformed its thinking since its defeat. They were forever reduced to the property of wizards, and this servitude has become commonplace until now."

"Elves and Muggles are different." Old Tom whispered: "They are not humans -"

"Yes, it's different!" The magician interrupted Old Tom and said loudly: "The elves never thought of themselves as the spirits of all things, did they? Even before their defeat, they did not think that they were the leaders of the world. But that’s what humans think.”

"The Muggles you talk about think so, and the wizards think so even more.",

He stared at Old Tom with sharp eyes and asked:

"Sir, are you willing to be reduced to the situation of an elf? Deprived of your own independent thinking and completely enslaved, so that you, your descendants, and the descendants of your descendants, generation after generation, will be in your hands. In the conceivable future, you will never lose your freedom."

"The funny thing is, your descendants back then wouldn't think of it as a bad thing, just of being born that way, much like you think of house elves now."

Old Tom was startled, and reflexively took a few steps back, hitting the bar counter.

"It's impossible for something like this to happen to me. It's impossible for Muggles to start a full-scale war with wizards. Moreover, even if a war does break out, wizards will not lose."

The magician sneered and said, "I have always said that arrogance and stupidity are the source of destruction."

He pointed at the door of the Leaky Cauldron and said, "Gentlemen, please put yourself in my shoes. If you are ordinary people, you suddenly find that there is a group of people in this world who can change your memories and control you at will. body of."

"Your wife may no longer be your wife tomorrow, your children may turn against you in an instant, and your life only depends on someone else's thoughts——"

"Wizards wouldn't do that!" cried Old Tom.

"But." The magician looked at him calmly and looked at everyone present:

"That's what normal people would think."

"Man's greatest fear is never the known death, but the sharp knife hanging above his head, not knowing when it will fall."

“Can’t anyone who doesn’t realize this be called stupid?”

Old Tom opened his mouth and was speechless.

"As for arrogance——"

The magician continued: "Why do you take it for granted that the wizard will never lose?"

He snapped his fingers, and an invisible attack shot out, drilling a round, regular hole on the beam in the center of the bar, and even penetrated the wall of the Leaky Cauldron, allowing a ray of light from the outside to shine in, forming a A beam of light like a channel.

"Is it because of the magic we have?"

he asked, "I could easily kill hundreds of ordinary people, I have no doubt about it."

"When the war started, the wizards used the power of magic to easily control the higher-ups of mankind, destroy the unity of mankind, and cause the social order of ordinary people to collapse in an instant. I have no doubt about this."

"When an army organized by ordinary people and their weapons, even nuclear weapons, come over the heads of the wizards, the wizards will still have a way to escape and let the ordinary people return without success. I have no doubt about this."

"We have far more power than ordinary people. Even for a young wizard who has not graduated, killing an ordinary person is just a matter of waving a magic wand."

The magician's voice became louder and louder, and the certainty in his tone even made those present think that he was overturning everything he had said before.

Until he finally closed his mouth, stared at everyone with his blue eyes, and sighed.

"Of course, the wizards who have all this take it for granted that they cannot lose, just like to an elephant, an ant is too insignificant and has no threat."

"There's just one problem."

He stretched out a finger and said, "Gentlemen, a simple math problem."

"I don't know exactly how many wizards there are in England's magical world, but I can clearly tell you how many ordinary people there are in England."

"Fifty-eight million."

"Expanding this number to the whole world, it is 5.7 billion."

"When you hear this number, you don't have much idea, right?" The magician said, "Let me give you a simple example."

He raised his cane and pointed it at Old Tom.

"This number means that you need to face more than 10,000 ordinary people, and they are all your enemies."

"This number means that even if you are proficient in the Death Curse, you still need to wave the wand more than 10,000 times. If you can complete a spell in three seconds, then you need to kill non-stop and sleeplessly for nine hours. "

He spoke these statistics in an emotionless tone and pointed his cane at the next person.

"the same as you."

"the same as you."

"You are all the same."

"I mean, your wife, your father, your brother, even your newly born child who has not yet learned to walk, also needs to face this."

Everyone was frightened by Tang Sen's cold and cruel tone and words, and someone screamed: "No - enough!"

"Does that just scare you, gentlemen?"

The magician looked at them coldly and said: "What will really happen is a hundred times, a thousand times crueler than what I said!"

"Listen!" The magician slammed his cane on the floor and said, "Maybe some people are lucky and think that after just one or two wars, ordinary people will be afraid and succumb."

"Yes, some of them will definitely do it. They may regard wizards as gods and never dare to resist again."

"But there will definitely be people who will resist. They will use every means, even with fists, teeth, even if they are lame or underage. They will use any means, day and night, just to pull the wizard off the altar. .”

"Never underestimate human courage, and never underestimate human willpower. They have brains as smart as wizards. Most importantly, they have an absolute numerical advantage."

"And we—"

The magician took a deep breath and tapped his chest with his finger: "If you are stabbed into the chest by a blade held by an ordinary person, you will die."

"Your family is going to die, your friends are going to die, and your kids - they're just as vulnerable as normal people for a long time."

"Now, gentlemen."

"Please tell me, do you still think that wizards can win this war?"

Snapped.

Some people sat down on the ground, and more people had pale faces and shortness of breath.

"Then what should we do?" someone asked in fear.

The magician did not answer the question, but just snapped his fingers, and a flame ignited out of thin air above the bar. The next moment, his figure jumped out of the flames, standing light and elegant on the bar.

He looked down at the entire bar and slowly opened his arms.

"Our deduction game is over, gentlemen."

"Now, I can answer the original question, why am I here."

His voice echoed in the tavern, but there was no other noise.

"I am here to save wizards and the magical world. I am here to save ordinary people who will die in wars. I am here to prevent a war that breaks out because of arrogance and stupidity. I am here to save the hatred that is about to break out. and the world of death.”

"Gentlemen, I am here for a more brilliant civilization."