I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"We are able to reunite here and continue our conversation. The first glass of wine should be raised to our good friend Lucius." John took the crystal glass filled with golden wine from the waiter.

He raised his glass and nodded from a distance at Lucius, who was wearing a luxurious velvet dark green robe.

"Without our friend, I'm afraid some bad people will appear on the streets, committing crimes at will, plundering wealth, and turning all order into a mess."

"So, let us pay tribute to Lucius, his perseverance and courage in the face of adversity."

The guests raised their glasses to Lucius.

Lucius had a smile on his face, but he was trying hard not to be so unreserved.

He nodded slightly with pride and raised his glass.

"The second cup," John continued, "is for our friends who have been threatened openly or covertly, but have remained steadfast in their original intentions. As I said, courage is as valuable as wisdom. Those who dare to say no to oppression are warriors."

"Let us pay tribute to the warriors who remain true to their original aspirations. Their perseverance is the glue that keeps us together."

After the Death Eaters reappeared, some pure-blood families would inevitably be persecuted.

For example, the Goyle and Crabbe families, their descendants were forced to be engraved with the Dark Mark, making them unable to resist.

And those who are influential are also threatened at different levels.

They did not leave because they were naturally reluctant to give up this huge alliance of interests.

However, no one doesn't like to praise themselves.

The second glass of wine entered the stomach.

People who have a poor alcohol tolerance already feel a little dizzy, but fortunately the effect of the wine will wear off quickly.

"Intelligence is an indispensable factor for family inheritance and business continuation, so I like smart people," John said, holding the armrest. "Smart people can see the current situation more clearly and will not be swayed by emotions."

"They are smart enough to always make the best choice, but it is never too late to mend the situation, and there is always a chance to make up for the wrong choice."

John could see fear on some people's faces. He broke the fear with a chuckle and said meaningfully, "This glass of wine is for those smart people who want to turn back, because repentance and making the right choice both require courage and wisdom."

The third glass was raised, marking the official opening of the banquet.

Lippi could see that the families whose surnames had appeared at the Death Eater meetings were scrambling to ask if they could speak to Lord Johnny Silverhand.

Those who are wise and know how to repent want to be forgiven.

As an old friend of Tang Mi, Lippi could see that Tang Mi was in a good mood when he heard these inquiries.

The protagonist of the party, John, walked to another corner.

The black-haired man there said nothing, but when he saw John coming, he stood up and nodded politely.

"Mr. Edgar," John chuckled, "thank you for coming all the way to another country."

Ludwig Edgar looked like a scholar, somewhat like Altdorfer, but his appearance was not as aggressive.

He has a pale complexion, a thin body, and a pair of frameless glasses on his nose, giving him the air of an old scholar.

"I admire your honesty and your current prestige." Ludwigi tilted his head slightly and looked across the huge banquet. "It is as difficult to gather such a force from dignitaries all over the country and even abroad, just like establishing a saint."

He brought up the other being, causing John's eyes to narrow beneath his mask.

"It seems that you know why I'm looking for you." John tilted his head slightly and glanced at some people on the field.

Ludwig didn't look over, but said, "I hope there's a place that's private enough to talk."

"Of course," John invited. "My study is a good choice."

The two people faded out of the party.

Walking into the study, Ludwig looked at John and said calmly, "The following message is not a gift to Johnny Silver Hand."

John sat down, folded his hands under his chin, and listened quietly.

"From a father to his son's friend."

Ludwig, who had always been calm, now had a ripple in his eyes.

"Thank you, John Wick," he said, bowing deeply, "for giving so much for my son."

John took a deep breath, and the cold expression on his face was no longer there.

"Mr. Edgar, it was my mistake that led to all this."

"No," Ludwig said firmly, "He chose you as the light, so everything is voluntary."

"This is Edgar's fate, just like my brother Aldolf. Everything is his own choice."

He said sincerely: "So please don't blame yourself."

John was silent.

Ludwig pulled a folded piece of parchment from his pocket.

"A list of saints who once ran rampant in Europe."

This old list was kept in the study of Ludwig's father, who was once Grindelwald's deputy.

“I eliminated those who were dead or imprisoned,” Ludwig said. “The remaining people are those who are missing and hiding.”

"Grindelwald went to Germany, and more than twenty wizards have become his followers."

"This is what's so scary about him, his almost plague-like charm and ability to deceive people."

Ludwig had heard many times from his father about the charm of Grindelwald.

Aldolf was also affected, so he looked for the second Dark Lord to be that light.

John accepted the list, it was very important to him.

Ludwig came all the way here just for this list. After handing it over, he prepared to leave.

"There is one more thing," Ludwig stopped at the door of the study and turned his head. "My groom saw Karkaroff outside Durmstrang. He ran away in panic. Voldemort might be chasing him."

When faced with traitors, Voldemort will carry out a reckoning.

But for some reason, Karkaroff was not killed.

When John learned the news, he called Ludwig.

"Mr. Edgar, are you interested in managing a school?"

Those deep eyes revealed calculations that were difficult to understand.

Durmstrang, Grindelwald's alma mater.

One of the top three schools in Europe.

Maybe it's time for someone else to take charge.

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Chapter 421: Distant Father-Son Relationship

Ludwig left and Tang Mi came in behind.

"Goyle and Crabbe's men wish to see you."

"They are doing this for their stupid son."

John slowly opened the list, scanned the names on it, and finally stopped at Rozier's column.

Tang Mi shrugged and said, "In the last battle at the Ministry of Magic, two people were arrested and sent to Azkaban."

"In exchange, they are willing to hand over part of their property in Diagon Alley."

Pure-blood members are becoming increasingly scarce, and this is an inevitable trend.

Intermarriage between them can ensure the purity of their bloodline, but it cannot help them reverse their decline.

These ancient families control many magical industries and monopolize various industries to maintain their status.

But compared to offspring, they choose offspring.

John met with two heads of pure-blood families.

After some discussion, John was given a crucible shop and shares in the Men of Letters.

As a condition, John agreed to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic to have the two Death Eaters' life sentences commuted to fixed-term sentences.

The two family heads were naturally grateful, and John motioned for them to come closer.

When they came over, John put his hands on their shoulders and asked the taller one to bend down.

"I help for my friends. I don't always have such an opportunity. I don't want your people's stupid minds to continue thinking about another person. Even in the magical world, there are ways to execute people."

The two men's backs were wet with cold sweat, and they nodded repeatedly to indicate that they would definitely make them face the reality.

As a worst-case scenario, they can imprison the person at home and focus on raising the third generation.

John patted the two men's shoulders vigorously and asked them to leave as they were frightened.

After that, a few more people came. They were all Death Eaters whose families were captured and sent to Azkaban.

John picked out a few of them, those were all "speculators" who thought Voldemort would rule the world, which was more of a risky investment for Voldemort.

Now that Voldemort has fallen, those people are the ones who regret the most.

John accepted the things that were sent to him, while some of Voldemort's diehard fans, who would not turn back even if they hit a wall, continued to stay in Azkaban.

"Minister Crouch is here." Tang Mi walked in and whispered, "He brought something."

John raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while he saw Old Batty carrying a box in plain packaging.

"Old Barty, do you need me to let Little Barty come up?" John could see that he wanted to see Little Barty.

"No, it's not necessary." Old Batty didn't know how to face Young Batty. He put down his things and frowned, saying, "Amelia criticized your industry in parliament and said that it has affected the operation of society."

John spread his hands helplessly, "My friend, you don't think so too, do you?"

"If I don't know your true face under the mask," said old Batty.

As someone who created huge assets at the age of fifteen, old Batty felt that by the time John took over, he might have retired.

"It's not convenient for me to attend this kind of banquet right now," said Old Batty, explaining why he didn't show up. "As a minister, I shouldn't be too close to some people."

"Indeed," John snapped his fingers, and a gold-rimmed crystal glass appeared on the table. He stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a golden star. He shook the bottle and smiled, "Private collection."

After opening it, the refreshing fragrance made Old Batty couldn't help but praise, "This kind of thing can only be found here."

The wine was poured into the glass and old Batty took a sip. He felt wonderful as the magic entered his body.

"I can give you a bottle," John said casually as he sat down. "I don't have much in stock."

Batty Sr. refused because he didn't want others to think he was living too extravagantly.

We drank and talked.

John brought up the subject, regarding the sentencing of several Death Eaters.

Old Batty frowned, looking unhappy, "I don't remember you paying attention to these things."

As a smart man, John naturally knew that interfering with the power of the Minister of Magic would undoubtedly force him to go against him.

So he said frankly: "Of course not, the heads of several families found me."

"Do they think Johnny Silverhand has magical powers?" Old Batty laughed incomprehensibly.

"Have you heard of the Muggle amusement park?" John didn't want to delve into the meaning of the laughter and instead brought up another matter.

"Amusement park?" Old Barty was a man who was proficient in more than 200 languages ​​and had also studied Muggles, so he naturally knew about those things.

"I want to build an amusement park, or more precisely, an entertainment city." John snapped his fingers, and dozens of parchments on the bookshelf flew in front of old Batty.

Old Batty picked it up and looked at it, his brows sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.

As time went on, his expression gradually turned into one of contemplation and some joy.

John saw that the time was right and continued, "This plan can help increase tax revenue from magic trade and boost local tourism economic benefits."

"Besides, I don't plan to do all this myself," John said with a smile. "Silver Hand Fashion Architecture will work together with the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic only needs to provide a piece of land. As for the funds..."

John pushed a list on the table over and smiled, "They've already done it for the Ministry of Magic."

Old Batty's expression changed several times.

In fact, the magical society is very backward. For example, they still maintain a system of redemption money.