I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John pushed Gauss's head away, looked at the reporter, and said calmly, "Do you think the School of Magic is a good school?"

John sneered, "Then do you know that since Yuan Zhong took over as the principal, this school has been conducting some inhumane experiments?"

With a snap of his fingers, rolls of files flew out of John's bag.

Using a duplication spell, these things fell into everyone's hands.

Old Batty took one and opened it. He was fluent in more than 200 languages, so Neon was no problem for him.

As he watched, old Batty's expression became more and more serious.

By the end, his face was livid and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Human experiments." Barty almost said this through his teeth, furious. "The magic institute is actually conducting human experiments!"

When John saw the reporter's confused face after receiving the file, he thoughtfully prepared an English version.

At the same time, photos were passed around.

These were all taken by John before he blew up the magic house, and Gauss also played an important role.

Text is far less eye-catching than images.

The reporters who had previously clamored that Johnny Silverhand was a butcher were now all silent.

They stared at the pictures with wide eyes.

Various inhumane experiments were conducted along with the painful faces of children, countless corpses immersed in liquid, and those Muggle children who were kidnapped.

The torture ranges from body, mind, and soul.

These people can no longer be called human beings, they are simply beasts!

The children who followed their tutor hid timidly behind the adults.

Looking closely, they have sparse hair and their bodies bear scars from years of abuse and experimentation. They are frail and thin, and some have their hands frozen to the point of necrosis, having had their hands knocked off with hammers.

Inhumane practices, coupled with solid evidence and witnesses.

Several instructors who were not involved in the magic institute came out to report that little wizards would disappear in the institute, and after a period of time, those little wizards would inexplicably appear again.

However, the little wizard who reappeared had no memories, as all his memories were wiped out by a powerful forgetfulness spell.

In serious cases, the little wizard will never be able to go to school again.

And all of this came to nothing due to Yuan Zhong's manipulation and the pressure from the big shots behind the scenes.

What Johnny Silverhand blew up was not a school, but a magic cave that tortured young wizards.

The Dark Lord they accused was actually the savior of the Institute of Magic.

"Now, do you still think I'm a butcher?"

John waited quietly, his eyes scanning all the reporters.

Physical evidence, witnesses, and victims.

All the evidence is complete, this is an explosion that shocked the entire magical world.

John went to Neon and brought back a bomb that was powerful enough to cause a nuclear explosion in the wizarding world.

A school of magic is involved, how many neon figures are involved, and whether the Muggle world is also involved.

The instruments in those photos seemed to have something similar to that of Muggle Research.

All of this made this an unusual night.

Stay until the next day.

As expected, the international magical community was in an uproar.

The neon magic society, which was originally a victim, turned out to be the perpetrator.

Japan, which had been closed off from the outside world, finally spoke out.

This statement made the entire Neon the target of public criticism.

The Neon Ministry of Magic responded that the evidence was all fabricated.

They tried to stop it by covering other people's mouths, but now it was no longer a problem that could be solved by covering the mouth.

The subjects involved in the experiments included people from Japan as well as other countries.

The international magic community puts pressure on Neon, and the leader is Johnny Silverhand.

No, it should be John Wick.

He told everyone that he had a list found at the experimental site.

Now, the Neon Ministry of Magic can no longer sit still.

They wanted to stop it, but John released the list.

That list once again shocked the international magical community.

Because not only the current Minister of the Neon Ministry of Magic is involved, but also the previous minister, senior officials of the Neon Muggle government, and so-called royal family members.

Neon Purebloods are also involved.

It can be said that this list would paralyze half of the neon magic society.

The Neon Ministry of Magic tried every means to block the news and was about to close the country off from the outside world again.

However, current technology has long made it impossible to do this simply.

Seeing these lists, the neon magic community was outraged.

The minister was forced to step down, and the spirit of bowing 90 degrees to apologize lost its effect.

The situation over there is changing drastically, and old Batty will continue to lead the International Confederation of Wizards to put pressure on Neon.

No matter which society it is, human experimentation crosses the line.

What’s more, this is on a large scale.

John announced that Silver Hand's Foundation would be responsible for the young wizard victims and would set up an institution to serve them. At the same time, Muggle victims would also receive help from the foundation and return to Muggle society.

This action directly raised John's reputation to the level of being praised as great.

The purebloods who attacked him at the same time also fell silent after a series of actions.

They criticized Silverhand's behavior and were disgusted by the magical society, because they were helping the beasts against the good people.

After a series of operations, the team turned the tide and even old Batistuta could feel that he was born at the right time.

In a few years, there will be no doubt that this monster will be elected as the minister.

But John did not get swelled by this incident.

Because he discovered something.

I feel like I have been tricked by the god of death.

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Chapter 509: Exile, the price of playing with death

John rubbed his eyes and sighed as he looked at the black and white scene in front of him.

"Becoming color blind?"

The world lost its color.

John also discovered it after he woke up in the morning.

He thought he was just overtired, but now it seemed that this was the price of magic.

"My right eye was blurry before, but fortunately it didn't make me completely blind."

It's just that I've become color blind, John consoled himself.

Basil flew into the room and tilted his head.

Riddle flew up to it and cooed.

John took out some dried fish and placed them in front of the two owls. The third owl, Kiki, the Big-headed Gray Owl, flew in but was kicked out by Basil.

Obviously, as a fire dragon, Qiqi is not qualified to have dinner with the two big guys.

John walks down to the attic and Watson is looking at an envelope.

A week has passed since leaving Hogwarts, and Watson still feels a little unsatisfied.

"I have arranged 20 heavy artillerymen with Chicago typewriters at the school gate, as well as three Gatling guns and a purchased tank."

Watson smacked his lips and said regretfully, "There is also an armed helicopter. Your grandfather borrowed it from the Bear Country, and you didn't even have a chance to use it."

John looked at his father in silence.

Given the current situation in the Bear Country and my grandfather's influence in the Bear Country, it doesn't seem that difficult to accept an armed helicopter.

I just didn't expect that my dad would bring all these things in.

"Let's not talk about how the helicopter got in, but where did you buy your tank?"

"There was an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov. He was known as the Lord of War. There was nothing he couldn't do."

Watson shrugged and said, "I have some business dealings with him as well."

"Aren't you going to open a hotel?" John asked in surprise.

"The hotel needs to have some security measures." Watson said, which made people wonder what level of security measures these measures must have.

Watson sat on the sofa and said with emotion: "Magic is really amazing. I thought the house was blown up, but it turned out to be fine."

Wick's house was bombed once, and Watson thought he would have to sleep on the street.

As a result, John waved his magic wand and fixed the place.

They announced to the public that they had found a very reliable construction company.

Believe it or not, the Dursleys believed it.

They went out for a nice meal to celebrate the fact that they no longer had to spend their holidays with Harry in fear.

The magic of love requires spending enough time in the Dursley family before reaching adulthood, but now that Voldemort is dead, this magic of love does not need to be renewed.

Petunia had mixed feelings, but Vernon was just happy.

Yesterday, Vernon personally came to the Wick family and delivered a roasted turkey.

As for the taste of turkey, that's a matter of personal preference.

John once thought that they ate turkey simply because the chickens were cheap and there was plenty of them.

Sitting down to eat breakfast, John stared at the two kinds of jam in front of him.

Unfortunately, the jam jars at home look the same, and the labels were torn off by some idle middle-aged man.

One blue and one red.

Blueberry and strawberry flavor.

And the middle-aged man was now reaching out to John for strawberry jam.

John hesitated for a long time and handed the bottle on his left hand to Watson.

Watson did not doubt it and looked at the letter in his hand while spreading jam on the bread.

A few seconds passed.

Watson looked at the blueberry jam in his hand suspiciously, then glanced up at John's calm expression.

He was somewhat suspicious whether his son did it on purpose.

I asked tentatively, "Did you do this on purpose, or was it an accident?"

"Accidentally," John said calmly.

He had already seen the truth from Watson's expression.

Watson stared at the blueberry jam.

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