I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Grindelwald looked at the wizard gathering place which was gradually getting better and said, "We need to spread the news."

"what news?"

"A Polish thing."

now.

The new Black Zone employees took the elevator to the bottom floor.

He lit up the Hand of Glory and walked toward the dark place.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

"what sound?"

The employee was stunned and walked towards that place.

With the help of the meager light of the Hand of Glory, he came to the source of the sound.

He stared at the strange thing and reached out to knock on it.

It was a big metal pipe that looked plump and a little cute.

"Is this an alarm clock?"

He saw a note taped to the side.

There was a sentence written on the note.

“A warning bell.”

The employees were a little confused.

He stared blankly for a while.

"Tick."

The sound stopped.

Grindelwald took one last look at the Polish Ministry of Magic.

He Disapparated away.

...

The Polish branch of Johnny Silverhand store.

"I want to go back."

Tang Mi said: "Next, the things here are handed over to you, Qiao."

The silver-handed security guard named Joe nodded.

Tang Mi looked at the newspaper.

His eyes swept across the list of deaths that had been found.

Lippi Kerber.

He could confirm that Oz already knew.

My heart aches.

The friend who had made an appointment with me some time ago died the next moment.

The unreality of it all almost makes me faint.

Tang Mi tried hard to be cautious.

"My Lord still needs me. Oz needs me."

He looked at John in the newspaper.

That face seemed ruthless.

That's numbness.

Donmie Shelby.

It started from the moment he saw the boy in that cage.

He knew then that person was worth following.

How much of a blow did he go through to become like this?

Tang Mi didn't want to stay for a moment, he wanted to go on.

Return to Oz and head to the adults.

"He needs me."

Tang Mi shook hands with Qiao for the last time and said goodbye to this place.

After he stepped into the fireplace and was engulfed by blue flames.

Joe heard some noise outside.

He frowned and saw that the employees were looking outside in horror.

He squeezed out and looked over there.

The air pressure came, and then it was a high temperature that people could not react to.

Joe's body was quickly evaporated.

...

"Grandpa, you can't always let me do this."

The little boy who was helping with the shopping mustered up the courage to say, “That’s money for studying.”

"Study, study!" the old man said angrily, "I think you have become stupid!"

"What can you do by studying? You won't be hungry when you have money!"

"But I'll study hard and become an excellent wizard when I grow up, so I won't have to continue like this." The little boy hid the little wizard card behind him and said, "If you become a powerful wizard, I can let you never have to work for the rest of your life."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and looking at his grandson's serious expression, he was a little dazed.

I seem to have forgotten that my grandson has said this many times.

"I want to be a righteous wizard," the little boy said firmly, "so that even if I don't make money this way, grandpa can still live a good life."

The old man cursed, "You stinky boy."

He raised his hands, making the little boy think he was going to be spanked again.

But this time, he was determined not to let his grandfather make the same mistake again.

The next second, the imagined beating did not come.

A rough old hand fell on his head.

The old man ruffled his grandson's hair and sighed, "Then study hard."

The little boy's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Grandpa, you..."

A smile appeared on the little boy's face.

He didn't finish his sentence.

The devastating impact came here.

Devour them.

...

"The Second King."

Representatives from various countries of the International Confederation of Wizards looked at the young man who looked like the son of God.

The Second Dynasty wave that swept across Europe not long ago made people see that terrible force.

Bulgarian Minister of Magic Oblansk hesitated and said, "Choose him?"

The Second King is different from Dumbledore.

He was ambitious, and that was clear for everyone to see.

From Knockturn Alley at the beginning to half of Europe later.

The second king's ambitions grew, and in just a few years Europe had to regard him as one of its biggest rivals.

He is not Dumbledore, he does not have the natural awareness of serving the people, and he is certainly not a saint.

Many Ministries of Magic in various countries present here have had to negotiate because of the arrival of the Second Dynasty.

Those who do not submit conquer.

The second king's ambition is to swallow up all of Europe and even the world.

So the Bulgarian Minister of Magic was a little hesitant. He wanted a hero to save the world, but he also wanted a saint.

The Second King is an ambitious man, but for some reason, the Ministry of Magic does not seem to be included in his journey.

But now the Ministry of Magic is going to bring it in on its own initiative.

"John Wick, he's not Dumbledore."

Roland waved his wand, causing the images in the newspaper to fly out.

"Look at him, he's already a hero," Minister Roland said. "He saved more than a thousand lives."

"We see his nobility, and society sees his nobility, too."

The image is magnified so that everyone can see it.

"It's not that John Wick needs us," Percy said at this time, with an aggressive light in his eyes, "it's that we need John Wick."

"He doesn't need to be a hero because he already is one."

Percy looked at Yale Fan, and there was something suddenly reminiscent in those young eyes.

This is a star.

A bright and dazzling star among the stars.

Percy unknowingly began to dominate the parliament.

He glanced at the representatives who were still hesitant and said calmly: "He will be a hero, guiding the confused people."

"Without him, is there any meaning for the current International Confederation of Wizards?"

"Percy Weasley, don't forget that you are one of us," a wizard said unhappily, "You are belittling yourself."

"I never was."

Percy's words were so shocking that they made people drop their jaws.

He glanced at the whole audience calmly, his tone calm but firm.

"I follow my king, and the stars shine."

He leaned forward slightly, like a battle-hardened politician full of oppression.

"Now, my king, will spread this light to the entire magical world."

The aggressive look makes people completely forget that this is a 22-year-old young man.

Just then, a piece of paper flew in front of Minister Roland.

He picked it up and glanced at it casually.

This glance made his expression change drastically.

"Something happened in Poland!"

...

Chapter 670: The Insignificance of Magic, Pandora's Box

Poland?