I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"They are destroying us," Grindelwald said calmly. "The Statute of Secrecy is constantly depriving us of our living space. The once weak Muggles have become so powerful under the protection of the Statute of Secrecy that wizards cannot deal with them."

"Brothers and sisters," Grindelwald said with tears on his face, "I hope everyone will be alert."

Grindelwald said sincerely, "The sword of Damocles hangs over our heads."

"The danger we face forces me to resort to such extreme measures."

After all, he shed another moving tear.

With tears in his eyes, he pleaded, "Magic will be great, believe me, my people."

The pub fell silent.

...

The holy fire cleanses the decay.

When this slogan sounded, the Ministries of Magic of various countries finally reacted.

The house was robbed.

The Witch Party shouted slogans, they want to make magic great again.

They invited their compatriots to join them.

Add magic.

Qilin's choice proves the choice of magic.

Those deaths were the fire sacrificed before dawn, illuminating them and making them sober.

Muggle technology threatens the survival of magic.

If nothing changes, what awaits them will be despair with nowhere to escape, just like what happened in Bhutan.

"Grindelwald killed thousands of wizards, and now he's shouting slogans for magic?" German Minister of Magic Gresham escaped by not attending the meeting. He cursed at the temporary meeting set up by the International Confederation of Wizards.

"20 Ministers of Magic, 300 Ministry of Magic employees, 2123 innocent wizards," Gresham roared angrily, "They are all dead!"

"Yes, we know it very well," said the Bulgarian Minister of Magic Obransk in the parliament in a deep voice, "but we currently do not have the exact location of Gellert Grindelwald."

"British Minister of Magic Barty Crouch died in the attack." Someone spoke up, "We need a leader."

"Leader?" Gresham felt absurd. "Are you still thinking about that little bit of power at this time?"

“No, I’m not talking about me.” The man said, a little embarrassed, “We can find a new leader to lead us.”

"He's right," said Bulgarian Minister of Magic Oblansk, "We need to unite more than ever before."

"Grindelwald preaches the Muggle threat all over the world," Oblansk said. "We need leaders to reassure the masses."

"The Muggle threat?" Gresham sneered. "We are in contact with some official personnel from Muggle countries. Don't we know about it?"

"You don't know." The old voice spoke.

Gresham was about to retort when he saw the man and he shut his mouth.

It was an old man like Spencers, from the Researchers' Association.

"Muggles have always been wary of wizards." The old man's cloudy eyes swept across the representatives present.

With the death of the Minister of Magic, those countries can only elect representatives to attend this parliament.

Contact with Muggle governments, wizarding or Muggle, is top secret.

Only the president, prime minister and the like know.

Likewise, only the Minister of Magic is qualified to approach the Muggle government.

"Wizards are feared because they are mysterious."

The old man was once the Minister of Magic of a country. After his abdication, he became a member of the Delver Society.

So he knew very well that the image of wizards in front of Muggles was mysterious.

Mystery will make them afraid of wizards, so they will stay on the sidelines of wizards.

When Fudge was the Minister of Magic, he bossed the Prime Minister around and even asked him to cooperate with wizards.

This is an act of suicide, and only ignorant fools would do this.

The purpose of the confidentiality law is to maintain this mystery.

Only by making their image more elusive can Muggles be prevented from taking action.

But if Muggles knew, wizards would also die under the missiles.

Then the mystery of the wizard will no longer exist.

The long-established mystery collapses, so what is the reward?

This makes people dare not think about it carefully.

"We need a hero to lead us out of this difficult situation, out of this suffocating world that is about to collapse."

The old man said in a deep voice: "Grindelwald is trying to become that hero. We need to stop him."

Yes.

Muggles see the weakness of wizards, and wizards see the strength of Muggles.

This is Grindelwald's plot.

No, it’s an open conspiracy.

He was giving the wizard a path he had no choice of.

And he himself became the leader and abolished the International Confederation of Wizards.

"Who will this person choose?" someone asked.

This is not an ordinary thing, it is truly a matter of saving a collapsing building.

"Dumbledore..." Yale Fan was also in this parliament.

"Don't mention Dumbledore."

The one who spoke was the representative of the British Ministry of Magic... Percy Weasley.

Percy said in a deep voice: "Dumbledore, apart from his magical power, what else is there that is worth your concern?"

"Watch your words, Weasley." Yale Fan said coldly, "Dumbledore once defeated Grindelwald!"

"How did you defeat him?" Percy sneered, "You don't know that man."

"He won't have power, just like he said desire, desire, ha." Percy shook his head, "How ridiculous, you want to tell Dumbledore and then wait for him to reject you?"

"You did that, didn't you?"

Representatives from various countries looked at each other in bewilderment. Indeed, Dumbledore's reputation in the Ministry of Magic was not very good.

"I tell you, even if he wasn't chosen, he would have mobilized for it," Percy crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, "He would have called together his old friends and done another 'Dumbledore saves the world'."

Yes, it is like this.

Everyone has a vivid memory.

What a familiar recipe, they have experienced it before.

Percy turned his gaze to the French Minister of Magic who was three seats away and said, "Mr. Roland, who do you think is more suitable?"

When Charles Roland saw everyone's eyes turned to him, he smiled on his face but cursed in his heart.

After taking a deep breath, Roland said, "Dumbledore is indeed not suitable."

"He's old, and Grindelwald is young now."

He hesitated and said, "We have younger ones, don't we?"

Young?

Who?

Roland knew that what he was going to do next would make him completely become that person's supporter.

But he had no choice.

He threw the newspaper out and let it unfold in the air.

“This is the hero we need.”

The wizards at the meeting, just like in the newspaper, looked up at the man above.

The second king, John Wick.

...

Chapter 669: The Bomb of the Polish Ministry of Magic

Magic is failing.

Heroes are born in the ruins.

The frightened people will follow the heroes.

Grindelwald returns to Poland.

Grimm, who had seen what happened at the election meeting, walked out of the Ministry of Magic and stopped him.

"What should I call you?" Grimm's expression was complicated, mixed with anger and despair. "You want to kill me? Just like you killed the others?"

"Grimm, I will not kill you."

Grindelwald, who was holding Inger's face, shook his head and said, "I will not kill anyone."

“Thousands of lives in Bhutan.”

"I did not kill him," Grindelwald said. "It was a sacrifice to magic."

"To make magic great again, we need to break the old rules."

Grindelwald raised his right hand, which showed an image of an explosion.

"Did you see it?"

"Yes, I saw that," Grimm nodded.

"How terrible it is." Grindelwald said solemnly, "No wizard can survive such an attack."

"I just let everyone see the threats and malice of the Muggles."

There was pity for magic in his eyes, like a saint with compassion for the world.

"Believe me, just like you once believed me."

His expression was touching.

But Grimm said: "It is difficult for me to do it."

"I know, my friend," Grindelwald said, shaking his head. "I am bidding you farewell."

"I will leave here, and everything here will be handed over to you. Protect our compatriots."

He turned and walked outside, actually not intending to continue interfering with the Polish Ministry of Magic.

Grimm watched him leave, his clenched fists unclenched.

"Grindelwald, I will not believe you."

Grimm said, turning and walking into the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is now leaderless, and he needs to protect the wizards here.

Grindelwald's face gradually returned to its original appearance.

"What do we do now?"

A young man appeared beside Grindelwald.

If John were here, he would recognize this as the wizard who appeared at the defense base.

Another person appeared, the wizard who had transported the weapons that day.

"I think our compatriots are still fantasizing about peaceful coexistence with Muggles."