"They were smiling at me just now."
John looked at the witch lying on the ground, her voice sounded very calm.
But the suppressed grievance and anger underneath that calmness made people feel numb.
"They said thank you to me. They looked at me with warm eyes. You just turned them into fools. Now you want to turn me into a fool too."
"There is a situation! They are not Muggle!"
The other four Auror not far away finally reacted.
The four Wands immediately pointed at John.
Several magical beams of different colors were ejected from the tip of Wand, but before these beams flew halfway through the street, a blue afterimage passed directly through them like a hurricane blowing from the ground.
Reggie stopped next to John, holding four small wooden sticks of different lengths in his hands.
He looked at them with some disgust, then used his hands to break them all like crispy noodles, and threw them into the crack of the sewer nearby.
The four Auror who lost Wand were completely dumbfounded.
One of the experienced Auror was just about to touch the spare props in his pocket, when an invisible and huge weight fell from the sky in an instant, pressing firmly on their shoulders.
A few plops.
The four Auror were crushed by Tommy's Telekinesis until their knees softened, and they knelt down neatly on the ground full of broken glass.
"Do you know what you are doing!"
The tall witch whose finger was broken endured the pain and shouted at John, "We are Auror of Magical Congress of the United States of America Security Department! You are declaring war on the entire Wizarding World!"
John tilted his head, Azure's eyes were full of mockery.
"I don't care what department you are in."
John took a step forward, his leather shoes making a sound on the broken glass, "I only know that you are a thief who steals people's things, and you also want to steal my brain."
He slowly raised his fist and locked his eyes on the witch's head.
He wasn't going to use Heat Vision, he was going to use sheer force to smash this woman's head into the floor tiles.
At the moment when John's fist was about to fall.
A slender and strong hand rested on his shoulder.
The red light in John's eyes flashed momentarily, and his fist stopped steadily less than five centimeters from the tip of the witch's nose.
The wind from the fist blew through and cut off a strand of the witch's hair.
"Lynn."
John turned his head, and most of the anger in his eyes dissipated in an instant. He looked at the young man in gray trench coat who came over like a child who had his favorite toy robbed, "They lost all the thanks I earned, and they want to point that broken wooden stick at me."
Lynn quietly glanced at the confused passers-by, then turned his head, reached out and patted John on the shoulder.
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Lynn asked.
John nodded vigorously, and for the first time, his eyes that were always full of pride were filled with a glimmer of water.
At this moment, John may not understand why he is suddenly like this, but Lynn understands.
When I was a child, someone bullied me. Even though I was injured, I would try to stay strong even though I was victorious. But when the teacher called my parents to school, I couldn't help but shed tears.
Lynn crossed John and walked to the tall witch who was trembling.
He looked at these Auror, and the Bracelet on his wrist faintly flashed a dark red light.
Since they like to manipulate other people's minds from above, let them taste the taste of losing everything.
As the stream of light flickered, the world opened silently, instantly enveloping the five Aurors.
In reality, they are still kneeling on the street full of broken glass.
But in their spiritual world, the surrounding buildings collapsed instantly, and the strong smell of sulfur penetrated their noses.
They were horrified to find that they had turned into ordinary people without any magic power, and a Poison-Horned Lion, which was ten times bigger than before, was drooling with fishy saliva, looking down at them condescendingly, and slowly raised its paws that covered the sky and the sun.
Several Aurors instantly turned their eyes white in reality, fell to the ground and twitched all over, letting out desperate screams that only they themselves could understand.
In this fearful illusion constructed by the world, they will experience the despair of being weak and being trampled by monsters over and over again until Lynn takes back this punishment.
Lynn ignored the people rolling on the ground, but turned around and rubbed John's short golden hair.
"Although the memory has been erased, it does not mean that what you just did is meaningless."
Lynn's voice was still gentle, with a calming power, "Look at that little girl, she is still alive, and she can still eat the food cooked by her mother tonight. This is what you got for smashing that monster with one punch just now."
John followed Lynn's gaze and looked over.
Although the little girl had forgotten who saved her, she was hugging her mother's thigh tightly, and the mother and daughter were still nestling together safely.
"A real hero doesn't save people just to hear a few words of thank you."
Lynn looked into John's eyes and said softly, "You did it to make yourself happy, because you are strong enough, so you decided to let them live. The fact will not change just because they forget. The warmth you feel in your heart is real. That's enough."
John listened blankly, and the tight feeling in his chest seemed to be suddenly broken.
Yes, the facts have not changed.
The girl he saved was still breathing.
Although those few words of thanks were stolen, no one could steal the feeling in his mind.
John took a deep breath, then suddenly jumped into Lynn's arms and hugged his waist tightly.
Lynn smiled and let this kid rub dust on his windbreaker.
"Okay, weekend shopping must continue."
Lynn glanced at his watch and waved to Annie and Kevin not far away.
"Black Noir, call the company and ask them to send someone to deal with the corpse of this monster. By the way, give these epilepsy patients on the ground to the Public Relations Department. Tell them that this is our Vanguard Camp's actual street test. Let them compile the draft themselves."
Black Noir, who had been standing behind, nodded and silently took out his cell phone without a camera.
Lynn took John's hand and led a few children, slowly walking towards the black off-road vehicle parked at the corner of the street. By the way, they were discussing how to go to the supermarket to buy some more potatoes to stew beef.
The passers-by around were still looking at the ruins in confusion, having no idea what had just happened here.