I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He rushed out of the house and ran headfirst into the snowman he had built yesterday, punching and kicking it.

The surveillance agents looked at each other.

"Is he...crazy?"

"I think he might be under too much pressure."

An older agent calmly analyzed: "Or maybe he showed it to us on purpose to make us let our guard down."

"That makes sense!" The young agent admired his predecessor's analysis.

The old agent smoked a cigarette and said solemnly, "As expected of you, Watson Wick. You must have discovered our existence a long time ago."

"Excellent acting, but you can't fool me." The old agent sneered, "Call it a day."

"Call it a day?" The young agent was dumbfounded and asked in confusion, "We need to monitor him."

"It's useless. He has already discovered us. Everything we see next is just what he wants to show us."

The old agent said coldly: "Even if this is his victory, leave first, otherwise we will never see the real Watson Wick."

"Okay." The young agent was once again convinced by the old agent and believed in him completely.

Little did they know that he was just a sad old man who was abandoned by his wife and children.

...

Hogsmeade.

Mrs. Wick felt itchy when she entered this village full of wizards.

It's like an instinct hidden in the blood.

It's the aftermath of that massive witch hunt.

Ariana's eyes never let go of the things around her.

She held the little bear in her arms and walked in the village full of wizards.

This is John's Christmas present.

A novel trip for Ariana.

Although John wasn't going home, he was able to have Ariana come over.

He took off Ariana's bracelet, held out his wand, and whispered, "I'm here."

With John by her side, Ariana didn't need restraining bracelets.

Mrs. Wick was attracted to the elegant wizard clothing store and thought it would be a good idea to arrange a few pieces for Ariana.

I don’t know why, but ice cream is especially popular in winter.

Is this the same as eating hot pot in summer?

John saw Filch take out Florin Fusco's membership card and took out two strawberry mapo tofu flavored ice creams from it.

She ate one herself and handed the other to Madam Pince.

The two of them were talking and laughing, and even Filch's usual hunchback straightened up.

After thinking it over, John decided to keep the secret to himself.

"Would you like a nice warm butterbeer?" John pointed to the Three Broomsticks.

Ariana curiously leaned over to the glass and looked inside.

The place was so crowded that Ariana stepped back in fear.

"Mr. Wick," the owner of the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store ran over and said to John respectfully, "Your mother bought thirteen women's robes."

John took out a purse from his bag and said to the boss, "Make my mother happy."

The boss's hand nearly dropped the money bag on the ground, and his money power was activated.

The boss smiled so hard that his eyes couldn't be seen, and nodded repeatedly to show that he would definitely entertain us well.

Seeing that Ariana didn't like crowded bars, John thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go to another place. I think you'll want to go too."

Ariana tilted her head, unsure of where to go.

...

The Hog's Head Tavern.

This place is like a slum dump compared to the Three Broomsticks.

A goat came out of the deserted shop, bleating.

The boss, Aberforth, was holding his chin in his hand, looking bored.

Since Voldemort stepped down, even the dark wizards who came to him to spend money have disappeared.

If this continues, I'm afraid he will go bankrupt.

"jingle."

The door was opened.

Aberforth looked over slowly, wondering which dark wizard came here to trade.

But at this glance, he looked like he was under a petrification spell.

His eyes gradually opened wider and Aberforth let out a "huh" sound.

"Not welcome?" John asked, standing at the door.

Aberforth stared behind him. The girl holding the wand was looking at the empty tavern with curiosity.

"Ariana."

He finally spoke.

But the calmness in my mouth turned into sobs.

Ariana had a familiar feeling when she saw the old man.

She used a voice that Aberforth had not heard for a long time but dared not forget.

"elder brother."

...

Chapter 603: Killing Grindelwald, Election

"What are we going to do with him?"

Poland, Ministry of Magic.

Grindelwald was arrested, some were happy and some were sad.

The International Confederation of Wizards all want to gain the right to monitor Grindelwald.

This famous dark wizard once sparked a revolution in Europe that terrified everyone.

Now is an important moment in the International Confederation of Wizards' election, and the benefits that Grindelwald can bring to them are enormous.

Grimm, the head of the Polish Department of Magical Law Enforcement, paced back and forth with a look of anxiety and fear on his face.

"No one can trap Grindelwald. He is a ghost. Any place can become his cradle."

Grimm is in his seventies, and when he was young Grindelwald was at the peak of his power.

The old man knew how terrible that man was.

What did the Magical Congress of America do?

Their imprisonment of Grindelwald increased America's reputation in the international wizarding community, but he later escaped.

Grimm was afraid of the tragedy happening again, and he tried his best to persuade the Polish Minister of Magic, saying: "We need to think carefully, Minister."

"It's not a blessing, it's a nightmare."

"Grimm, are you afraid?" The Polish Minister of Magic chuckled.

"There is no cage that can hold Grindelwald." Grimm said solemnly, "We simply don't have the ability to do so."

"It sounds like you admire him very much?" The Polish Minister of Magic stood up from his seat, walked to Grimm, stretched out his hand to straighten his tie, and asked in a low voice, "You are a coward. You are now like his believer."

"I once admired him," Grimm said without denying, "but Dumbledore made me realize that was wrong. The revolution carried out by Grindelwald was selfish and dangerous."

The Polish Minister of Magic paused and put his tie down with a smile.

"You are afraid of him. I can understand you," said the Polish Minister of Magic. He walked to the moving windmill picture in the office and stopped. He looked at the windmill blowing in the breeze. "But we can't push away the responsibility we should bear because of fear."

"He is not your asset for promotion!" Grimm irritably tore off his tie and threw it aside. "That man will overturn everything we have. I know you want to use him to improve your election support rate."

"Listen, Inger."

Inger was the name of the Polish Minister of Magic. Grimm called him by his name and roared angrily: "You will drag Poland into the abyss!"

The Polish Minister of Magic looked at him deeply and said, "We are already in the abyss!"

"Corruption has kept the people poor," he said, meeting Grimm's angry expression, "and tax evasion. The Ministry of Magic can no longer afford to pay salaries."

"Tell me, Grimm, how has your integrity kept you fed and clothed at the Ministry?"

"No, it's because the heritage brought to you by your bloodline allows you to be justified."

"Every official who enters the Ministry of Magic does not think about how to save this society, but instead digs out another piece of rotten meat from the broken society and greedily puts it into their stomachs to fill themselves up."

With every step forward taken by the Polish Minister of Magic, Grimm took a step back.

Grimm's expression changed from anger at first to surprise and silence later.

"Tell me, aren't we still in the abyss?"

There was no way back. Grimm looked at his colleague who had become a stranger and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to change." The Polish Minister of Magic said word by word, "Starting from killing Grindelwald."

"Kill Grindelwald?" Grimm said in horror. "No, you can't."

"why?"

The Polish Minister of Magic pointed angrily at the door, "Look, what did he do?"

"Does it mean that because he is Grindelwald, he can be exempted from the death penalty?"

"The International Confederation of Wizards will not agree to this."

The ministers of magic from all over the world wanted to get a share of this massive arrest.

Those political achievements are so meritorious.

"But my people, they will agree!"

The Polish Minister of Magic looked at Grimm deeply, "I don't want to wait until a mistake like the one before happens before I make amends."

"But Dumbledore..." Grimm began with difficulty.

Grindelwald was once as close to Dumbledore as a brother. Even though he failed, he was still the person Dumbledore cared about most.

"I will do it myself."

The Polish Minister of Magic paused, then continued, "Kill him in front of everyone."

Grimm looked at the other person's back with complicated feelings.

At this moment, the image of the Polish Minister of Magic in his eyes has become a lonely hero fighting for the magical society.

Originally, he looked down on the Minister of Magic. Although he captured Grindelwald, he also brought greater trouble to the Ministry of Magic.

But those words made Grimm go to the wizard gathering place after leaving the Ministry of Magic.

This place is far from being as prosperous as Diagon Alley in England, nor is it as spacious and romantic as the hidden gem in France.

All that was left were the wreckage of the war that had shocked the Muggle world half a century earlier.

Countless buildings collapsed. The battle not only destroyed Muggles, but also implicated the wizarding world.

It was also from that time that Grimm's worship of wizards ruling over Muggles collapsed.

With the current power of Muggles, the wizarding world can only survive.