I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Watson looked at John, then at the candy box in front of him. He asked tentatively, "Don't you think there are some steps missing? Like opening it and feeding it to me?"

Ariana tilted her head, pulled out a new box and handed it to Watson.

Watson took two steps back, clutching his heart, and murmured, "Impossible, I don't believe my wife would do the same."

He looked hurriedly at his wife, who was unpacking the roses and picking out the two best ones to put in the vase.

"I always thought John's room was too dull."

Mrs. Wick looked at her husband who was kneeling in front of her in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with him.

"Damn it! Why did we lose so miserably!" Watson said unwillingly.

John was speechless. Ever since his father was left behind at Christmas, he had become more and more eager to prove his position as the youngest brother in the family.

He also didn't understand why Watson and his own son were competing with each other.

Little did he know that Watson was stimulated.

He worked hard to build his empire, hoping that John would become a rich second-generation before he turned 18.

As a result, not only does John have a "Downton Abbey" while he is in school, but he also has a bunch of younger brothers who look difficult to deal with.

Your father wants you to be a rich second generation! What kind of business are you going to start?

Confused by Watson's strange meaning, John had to get down to business after staying at home for a few days.

His first thing was to integrate his two forces.

Silver Hand Alliance, the ancient alliance.

There is no need to say much about the Silver Hand Alliance. Those who entered the Silver Hand Manor banquet are all members of it.

But the Ancient Alliance was a little different, and Lucius stepped in to re-arrange them.

It can be said that these people have not yet met John.

The awe of John was not yet to the extent of the Silver Hand Alliance.

An interest body comparable to the Silver Hand Alliance, if John is not allowed to control it, it must be disbanded.

This is John's idea, and he represents the Second King.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, John, dressed in a regal robe, ran his hand over the emerald green gemstone on his left hand.

Staring at himself in the mirror, John smiled.

"It's interesting, isn't it?"

He stretched out his finger and ran it across the mirror.

A golden vertical line splits the middle of the mirror.

There was a noisy sound coming from the other side of the passage.

John took a step forward, and the sound stopped with his footsteps, neither light nor heavy.

...

Surrounded by gorgeous decorations, the crystal lamp on top exudes a hazy white light.

All the people from the twenty-eight ancient clans and the Silver Hand Alliance are here.

They are the two largest interest groups in the UK, paying over half of the Ministry of Magic's taxes.

They gathered at the Silver Hand Manor, and some of the ancient clans were still arrogant.

Mr. Weasley tugged at his collar. He glanced at Percy beside him and didn't like this occasion very much.

Mr. Longbottom took his wife to talk with some old friends.

"Is that Rita Skeeter?" Mr. Weasley noticed the woman in the green shirt.

The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet is actually also a member of the Silver Hand Alliance?

Not only that, they also saw other people, including messengers from foreign countries.

He recognized the young man who was chatting so happily with Pierce, the son of Charles Rolland, the French Minister of Magic.

People from all walks of life are present, which makes him basically certain that under the operation of this interest group, no industry can escape their control.

"Dad, see," Percy said as he stood beside him, "survival of the fittest. We always have to make a choice."

Although Mr. Weasley didn't want to admit it, Percy's words made him take them seriously.

The lively and noisy conversation disappeared along with a golden passage that appeared out of nowhere.

Under everyone's gaze, the second king of the magic world appeared.

John was on the second floor, looking down from above.

"Mr. Silverhand."

"Mr. Wick."

Different voices were heard in the field, making it sound even noisier.

John frowned and snapped his fingers, and the lights around him dimmed.

"The old things of the past should be discarded, and a new path is under our feet."

The passage behind him disappeared, and this alone was enough to make people gasp.

Because Silver Hand Manor has anti-Apparition magic.

But John did not relieve it.

All thoughts were restrained, and everyone listened attentively to John's voice.

...

Chapter 648 Suppression, Powerful

The palm with the emerald ring touched the bronze railing.

John slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor.

“Five years ago, this place was in chaos.”

"The families were supposed to be allies, but they became mortal enemies for a few minor benefits."

"A disorderly society breeds termites that eat away at the space for profit."

"Information gaps lead to injustice, unfair transactions lead to conflicts, and conflicts lead to killing."

The stairs ended under his feet and his feet stepped into the first floor where he had the same space as everyone else.

John said calmly: "Killing will cause magic to decline."

His eyes swept across the important figures one by one, and some people with double minded minds avoided his gaze.

John didn't care and just walked around the place. Wherever he passed, people would consciously make way for him.

"Interests are shackles, but also hubs."

"We gather because of interests, we unite because of interests, and we are bound by interests."

"I don't want to see wizards killing each other. The rules I made serve wizards and power."

“Fairness is full of contradictions wherever it is.”

"I can't make all wizards fair, but I can guarantee that," John stopped walking. He was already in the center of the crowd. "What I saw was fair."

His eyes fell on the three people in front of him.

The wizards around them moved away, making the three visible.

The three of them had not expected this to happen, and they became visibly panicked.

"Yaxley, Avery, Carol."

He called out their names one by one, walked up to the three people, and asked calmly: "I have forgiven you for being my enemy in the past, why don't you know how to cherish it?"

Yaxley tried to remain calm and asked in confusion, "Mr. Wick, we have never been your enemy."

John smiled, turning his back to them and walking to one end.

"What Voldemort gave you was only fear. What I gave you was the generosity to keep you alive."

"It's a pity that you guys let me down," John said calmly, "Do you think I don't know who is playing tricks in the materials industry?"

"Let me think about it. Your goal now," John said, "is to damage the reputation of the Longbottom family? Or to destroy this alliance?"

"It is surprising that Voldemort could keep you loyal after his death."

John raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A dueling platform appeared on the ground between the two sides.

John stood there calmly, and said indifferently, "Come up, or be expelled now."

Seeing that his actions were exposed, Yaxley looked at Carlo and Avery.

They walked onto the dueling stage at the same time.

The action was met with boos.

Those people accused them of being shameless.

John raised his hand and pressed it lightly to make the sound disappear.

"My friends, there is no shame in doing things within your capabilities," John chuckled. "Power can make people lose themselves. I am glad that some people know their own limitations."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Their mocking and contemptuous looks were like knives cutting off the dignity of the three people.

This made Yaxley's face turn red, and he felt even more resentful towards John.

The three men assumed fighting stances.

John said calmly, "I think you may have forgotten the etiquette before a duel."

He drew his wand and raised it slowly.

"Now...bow."

A force pressed down on the three people, forcing their bodies to bend.

Even struggling was useless. John casually forced the three former members of the Twenty-Eight Clans to bow 90 degrees.

This strength is frightening.

You have to know that these people are no weaker than Aurors.

John concluded with a slight nod, and the power from the three men disappeared.

Without even thinking, they attacked at the same time.

"Petrificus Totalus"

"Expelliarmus"

"Stupefy"

Three rays of light flew towards John.

John raised his wand and three spells were blocked.

Then the three of them cooperated seamlessly and continuously shot magic.

But without exception, they all stopped in front of John and couldn't even get close to him.

John was flexing his muscles and telling everyone that his strength was not just that of a student who had just graduated from school.

The alliance is an investment. How can people feel at ease if they are not allowed to see our strength?

So when John stood still like a mountain and blocked all the attacks, those who were looking at him with admiration sighed in admiration, and the heads of the newly joined ancient alliance all had different expressions.

"Well, I think you should take a break."

John turned his head to avoid a green light, looked at Carlo who was casting a spell, raised his hand, and a white light instantly penetrated his body.

Carol's face was grim, and she looked at the white light penetrating her body in disbelief.