I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I think you misunderstood, Mr. Joel," Wolfgang laughed. "Do you have any misunderstanding about the current situation?"

Wolfgang pointed at Wenda and said, "We are the ones who have you under control."

"Misunderstanding? You are wrong." John shook his head and said calmly, "It's not you who control me, but I who control you."

John didn't even take out his wand, and his arrogant tone made Wolfgang feel ridiculous.

John smiled back.

next second.

A powerful pressure, centered on John, rushed towards the two people in front of him.

Wolfgang's smile disappeared in a second.

Wenda stood up quickly, her wand pointed at John with great determination.

"Don't be nervous." John said calmly, "It's just a demonstration."

Glancing at the wand that had never moved away, John said calmly, "Your magic can't kill me."

"You can try."

"Venda!"

Wolfgang raised his hand to stop her from taking the next step.

Staring at John, Wolfgang had a feeling that the man in front of him didn't seem to be joking.

As Grindelwald's right-hand man, Wenda looked at John again after hearing Wolfgang's words.

She slowly lowered her wand.

John tilted his head, "I also know a guy who casts the Killing Curse. That guy doesn't use his brain very well. I guarantee you, he's more powerful than you."

Wenda looked serious, and John chuckled, "Don't be nervous, I'm not you."

"I don't kill people easily." John said with a smile.

Wolfgang somewhat understood why Grindelwald could not stop thinking about this man.

Powerful, confident, and elegant.

"So, what's the price?" Wolfgang wanted to see what this person who was trading his own information wanted.

John smiled.

Compromise is the first step to failure in a negotiation.

He said meaningfully: "Perhaps the Deathly Hallows would be a good choice."

Wolfgang's face changed, and he subconsciously grabbed the pendant with vertical lines, circles, and triangles on his collar.

"how do you……"

As soon as Wolfgang opened his mouth he realized that he seemed to have revealed something, so he closed his mouth and stared at John.

"Don't be so surprised." John shrugged and said, "Do you still want an answer now?"

Wolfgang did not have the luxury of exchanging the Elder Wand.

He looked at John for a long time and shook his head slowly.

"Then we can change the terms." John sat up straight and tapped the wine glass with one hand.

White frost covered the wine glass, bringing a hint of chill.

"I killed Dumbledore for you. This... is sincere enough."

The atmosphere solidified.

Wolfgang wanted to see something on John's face, but all he saw was indifference.

Kill Dumbledore?

Regardless of whether Grindelwald wanted to do this or not, just looking at Dumbledore's strength, not everyone can make such bold statements.

"We need time to think about it," Wolfgang said cautiously.

John shrugged, and the moment his fingers loosened their grip on the wine glass, the solidified red wine in the glass returned to its original state.

"I hope you can consider it carefully."

He got up and walked outside.

Wenda wanted to stop him.

John said calmly: "You want to go to war with me in this wizard gathering place?"

Ignoring the wand pointed at him, John walked out.

Wenda didn't take action in the end.

Their current identities are wanted criminals, and they need to keep a low profile until Grindelwald comes out.

Once the three of them take action, the French Aurors will definitely be called in.

By then, they would not be able to explain to Grindelwald.

...

Chapter 548 Hello, Ministry of Magic

Champs-Elysées.

John stood at the window, fingers stroking the white wand.

The scent of elm trees came in from outside the window, and the light just fell into the windowsill and onto the profile of the white-haired wizard.

This was a house he found and rented for a decent price.

The landlord was a kind old lady. Her husband died two years ago and she supported her family alone.

There were three tightly packed envelopes on the table.

He looked deeply at the envelope.

Whether you can succeed depends on these three envelopes.

Each envelope has an Ouroboros logo on it, and John needs to send it to three places.

"Credence is almost back from tour."

John put a mountain lily in the vase and a gift box tied with a ribbon was placed on the chair beside him.

It's time to hand over this custom-made suit to Credence.

It's a farewell.

With a snap of his fingers, three letters flew into John's pocket.

“Maybe I should find a historic post office.”

Picking up the gift box, John walked out of the house.

As he went down the stairs, he met a French woman with silver hair.

"Where are you going, dear?" the woman greeted the child kindly.

Mrs. Sheraz was John's landlord, and she reduced his rent by half because of his young age.

It was a losing proposition, and John was a grateful man.

John bowed slightly and chuckled, "I'm going to a big party, Mrs. Sheraz."

"Banquet? I love parties. I wish you a pleasant party." Mrs. Sheraz waved to John kindly.

"I think so. I left some gifts for you. Thank you for your care over the past few months."

John waved goodbye to Mrs. Shiraz.

Mrs. Sheraz opened the door and saw a beautiful diamond necklace hanging on the mountain lilies in the vase on the table.

"You are truly... a most elegant gentleman, Mr. Wick."

When the cruel war came in the future, this necklace became a lifeline for Mrs. Sheraz's family.

...

Ministry of Magic.

The familiar black tone has always been the unique style of this place.

In the interrogation room.

Newt was brought in by his brother Theseus.

The three people who had been sitting inside for a long time saw this scene and exchanged glances with each other.

They all knew that this was Theseus' way of protecting his brother.

And today's plan was also proposed by Theseus. No matter whether he is a pure-blood or the Chief Auror, Theseus' words carry great weight.

Torquil Travers, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, spoke up.

"The hearing begins."

A quill was rapidly recording their conversation.

Travers opened the document in front of him, which contained a picture of Newt's wanted poster, along with pictures of the destruction in New York.

"You want to apply to have the ban on your departure lifted?" Travers said. "Why?"

Newt: Let me quibble, no, let me think about it.

“Because I like to travel abroad,” Newt said.

"The prohibited person was uncooperative and was evasive about the reason for his previous departure from the country."

The other man, Spielman, stared at Newt, waiting for his answer.

Others had the same expression.

The Ministry of Magic has always been wary of one person.

Unfortunately, they all agreed that Newt was that person.

“Field trip, sir,” Newt explained, “collecting material for the book I’m writing about magical beasts.”

Travers watched Newt's performance quietly, glanced at the information, and said lightly: "You destroyed half of New York."

Explain, you continue to explain.

How efficiently does your material destroy a city?

"No," Newt said anxiously, "There are two fallacies in this accusation."

"Newt!" Theseus whispered.

Newt slowly closed his mouth, his brows furrowed.

Another dark-skinned wizard from America, Guzman, spoke up: "Mr. Scamander, it's obvious that you are frustrated."

"To be honest, so do we." Guzman glanced at Theseus who was staring at him. For some reason, he felt that he was about to draw his wand. "In the spirit of compromise and negotiation, we are willing to propose a motion."

Newt looked at his brother warily, and Theseus nodded, motioning for him to listen.

Newt had no choice but to ask, "What motion?"

Travers continued, "The committee agrees to lift your exit ban, on one condition."

Newt continued to wait for the other party's conditions.

Spielman leaned forward, a smile on his face. "You join the Ministry of Magic, with a special assignment to your brother's department."

Theseus raised the corner of his mouth slightly and gave his brother a look.

Newt: I've read it but won't reply. Thanks.

“That won’t work,” Newt said, forcing a smile. “In my opinion, I… Theseus is just an Auror. My talents lie in other areas.”

He refused without a second thought.

Theseus returned to his expressionless look.