A Highly Cultured Weakling

Many people wondered who would prove stronger in a war between wizards and Muggles, and who would win.

That question was about as meaningful as asking whether a formation of soldiers armed only with spears or one made up entirely of cavalry would be stronger.

Human society was complicated.

When war truly came, everyone would discover that machine guns, multipurpose ammunition, rocket launchers, and magic could all appear on the same side.

A suitcase enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, which you could buy at any shop on a wizarding street, combined with a weapon you could buy just about anywhere on the African continent, could easily breach a Muggle country's borders with nothing more than a mediocre Confundus Charm.

Whether by sea, air, or land, it was easy to transport a truckload of terrifying heavy weapons right into the heart of the busiest commercial district.

Looking down from the rooftop, Anton could even see two clumsy Squibs waving their arms and making ridiculously chūnibyō gestures as they cast Confundus Charms at either end of the street.

Meanwhile, a bald Squib who looked Haitian was clutching the head of a Muggle witness, struggling to erase the man's memories of the battle.

Another Squib, capable of spewing thick smoke and casting the Sleeping Charm, was making a final sweep of the surrounding buildings.

The main combat team that had climbed out of the vehicles fired at an old woman by the entrance to the apartment building's stairwell. After Anton's Giant Object Reversal Charm sent the shot ricocheting back and wounding one of them, they expertly ceased their attack.

They turned their backs to each other, pointing their guns in every direction. Inside their protective circle stood a blonde woman in a low-cut leather jacket, raising both hands with her index and