I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The witch, who had been at Hogwarts for decades, could hardly accept the disaster.

She turned to the next page and saw the person on it.

That child, he is like the son of God.

In the newspaper, the surviving wizards looked up at the man who was scattering light in the sky.

The Second King Appears and Saves the Surviving Wizards

Any title seems powerless in front of this picture.

...

Hogsmeade Station.

The students got off the train happily.

"Hagrid."

Ginny greeted Hagrid. The rain came at an untimely moment and Hagrid was completely drenched.

Hagrid looked preoccupied and didn't seem to hear.

What was odd was that Hagrid was wearing that armor.

Ginny was confused.

Luna got off the train, and the Crumple-Horned Snorkle had to squeeze through the door before getting out.

"He seems sad."

A disembodied voice sounded, and Luna lowered her eyes. "It's a bad feeling."

"Luna?" It was the first time Ginny saw Luna like this, and she was confused.

The Crooked-Horned Snorkeller mooed, and Luna walked forward in the rain.

"Wait, Luna!" Ginny followed using her wand umbrella.

"Go, little ones, go."

Hagrid nervously asked the new students to follow him.

The Thestrals pulled the carriage. Luna was soaked, her hair stuck to her face, and she leaned against the body of the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller.

The Crooked-Horned Snorkle pressed its body against Luna, letting her feel the warmth.

Ginny sat across from her and looked at her worriedly.

The carriage stopped and the two walked towards the oak door.

The rain showed no sign of stopping.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was even stranger.

Peeves did not show up to greet the new students in his usual way.

Inside the auditorium, students were seen waiting for their professors.

Slughorn was whispering with Snape, and even Snape looked serious.

Astoria became the new backbone of Slytherin, she sat in her seat and watched.

Professor McGonagall said to Slughorn, who was still whispering, "We can't let these emotions affect the start of school."

Things happening outside should not enter this ivory tower.

Although they tried their best to make the start of the school year a success, the newspaper was still seen by students the next day.

...

"how's it going?"

John calmly asked the Ministry personnel present.

The employee shook his head. "Other than that, there are no survivors."

"I see." John waved his hand.

He looked at the ruins covered by thick smoke and closed his eyes.

The mental magic spread out.

John would scan every place he passed.

Unfortunately, there has been no response from anywhere.

Theodore was beside his king, his body covered with scars.

He didn't know where to start, so he just stood there quietly.

Until John moved, he looked up hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" John was as calm as a machine without emotions.

Theodore moistened his dry throat with saliva and said in a hoarse voice: "They are all dead."

This "they" refers to the star disciples.

Oxer, Gemini, Execution Platform...

This trip to Bhutan resulted in their all death.

Clearly, Oxer was still talking to him today, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse that could not be put back together.

The twins' bodies were found, and they remained together until their death.

"I see."

It was John's still calm voice that responded to Theodore.

John said calmly, "You did a great job, Theodore."

Theodore was silent for a moment, then asked, "What should we do?"

"Take them back," John said after a pause, "to see if there is any sign of little Barty."

"His body was not found."

"This is good news."

John showed a trace of fatigue in his eyes, waved his hand and said, "You go back."

"king."

"That's an order," John said.

Theodore had no choice but to leave.

John was left alone in the ruins. The divine guards lifted up the rubble, looked at the dead bodies inside, and carried them out and put them aside.

He walked to a collapsed wall and sat down, looking at everything with complicated eyes.

Rita Skeeter, who heard the news, stopped and raised her hand to stop the reporter who was about to pass by.

"This is big news," the reporter said excitedly, "We have interviewed the Second King."

Rita looked at the lonely Wang, turned around and said to the reporter: "You are fired, take his things and throw him into the snowy mountains."

"Ah?" The reporter was dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, he was carried away by other colleagues.

Reporters from other newspapers came over, and Rita just said, "Everyone, don't bother him."

When the reporters heard the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet speak, none of them dared to go over.

Rita was guarding not far away. This woman who loved to use gossip to slander others was not interested in gossip at all at this moment.

She was like a guard, protecting her king.

What's happening here is being widely reported, causing an earthquake throughout the wizarding community.

What's worse, those who saw the images felt as if they saw the end of the world.

The deaths of many Ministers of Magic caused the chaos to get out of control.

Some say revenge.

But who should I take revenge on?

Inger was the first to die in the flames.

Who else?

Grindelwald?

still is……

Muggle?

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Chapter 668: Re-emergence of the Witch Party, Let Magic Be Great Again

"How did they get into trouble?"

"It's a Muggle, a Muggle weapon!"

"When will a Muggle master this kind of power? It's terrifying."

"We must resist and destroy those things!"

"It's not the Muggles who are wrong, it's those people!"

"If the Muggles didn't have these weapons, nothing would happen to us!"

The international wizarding community was in uproar.

And at this time, a terrible statement was born.

"This world belongs to wizards," a white-haired wizard with heterochromatic eyes appeared in the wizard tavern with a calm expression. "Those terrible and destructive things were created by Muggles and will appear on the heads of wizards."

"Grindelwald?!"

Someone screamed in horror.

Grindelwald smiled slightly, ignoring his fear and walked to the front of the tavern.

"I know some of you are afraid of me, yes, that attack, let's put it that way."

He stood in front, alone, without any followers.

"Was that really an attack?" He looked at a middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard's legs were shaking with fear.

Grindelwald smiled at him.

"We should see who Qilin chooses."

He reminded everyone that before the explosion, there had been a new leader of the International Confederation of Wizards.

After his reminder, everyone remembered that this was the case.

But that devastating attack is inextricably linked to that leader.

"Have you ever thought about why he became the leader?" Grindelwald pointed his index finger and said, "Magic chose him, and everything he does is to save magic!"

"Nonsense!" a young wizard cursed, "Thousands of wizards died in that attack!"

"Yes, these are necessary," Grindelwald did not deny. He walked up to the young wizard and asked, "Tell me, how did they die?"

"They died from Muggle weapons..."

Grindelwald looked around at everyone, "Muggles still have a lot of those things, and sooner or later, those things will fall on the heads of wizards."

He raised his hand, and like a missile, his fingers fell.

Everyone shuddered.

"I let you see this in advance so that you understand," he said with his hands behind his back, "in this world, power is supreme, and Muggles have the power to destroy us."

"If we don't unite, we will be turned into ghosts under more powerful weapons."

A wizard hesitated and said, "But those wizards who were attacked..."