I swung a sword at Hogwarts

What happened in Poland?

Everyone looked at Charles Roland in confusion.

The Minister of Magic looked terrified at this moment.

He said with difficulty: "The Polish Ministry of Magic is gone."

Everyone stared at him blankly.

He continued: "It was a devastating disaster that covered the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding community."

“That disaster spread to Warsaw.”

“Not a single life is alive.”

After he finished his last word, he sat down weakly.

The quiet needle drop can be heard.

Everyone is digesting this information.

It was as if he had forgotten to breathe.

Until someone exhaled heavily.

Everyone began to breathe.

Another wizard's death, the loss of thousands of lives.

Basically, Polish magical society was wiped off the map.

"We need him." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who had been hesitant just now, said blankly.

He became emotional and yelled, "We need John Wick!"

"Only He can save us!"

Not a leader, not a guide.

is salvation.

Grindelwald opens Pandora's box.

The wizarding world is counting down to death.

"Calm down, Oblansk," the old man said.

He looked at Percy, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is the Second King?"

Representatives from various countries in the parliament looked at Percy eagerly.

What John Wick represents now is the entire magical world.

Percy took in the changes in everyone and said calmly, "My king is in Bhutan."

"What does he need?" The old man knew that Percy was not that simple.

Percy stood up and said seriously, "Respect."

The old man also stood up.

He said very seriously: "The Researchers Association is willing to obey your orders."

The other Ministry representatives stood up.

"The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic is working with the Second King."

"The German Ministry of Magic is working with the Second King."

"The French Ministry of Magic is working with the Second King."

"The Norwegian Ministry of Magic is working with the Second King."

"The Finnish Ministry of Magic..."

The Ministries of Magic of various countries have expressed their views.

Yale Fan opened his mouth, and finally let out a sigh.

Parliament is over.

Percy walked towards the fireplace.

"Weasley." Charles Roland ran over.

Percy stopped and looked at Charles Roland quietly.

Minister Roland sorted out what he wanted to say and asked cautiously, "Sir Wick, is there any way to restore peace to the magical world?"

Hearing his words, Percy thought about it.

"Has he ever disappointed you?"

Minister Roland was stunned, and after thinking carefully, he realized that he had never done so.

Percy's lips curled up, "That's the answer."

No matter what, the stars always believe in their king.

During the time that Percy went to Parliament, the entire Second Dynasty was already operating at a rapid pace.

...

The Delacour family of France calmed the restless people.

It was just this destructive explosion that made the wizard realize the insignificance of magic.

There is nothing to describe.

Only despair.

They were running wild in the streets.

It seems to be the last carnival of the doomsday.

Mr. Delacour frowned, and Mrs. Delacour tightly protected her little daughter.

Their oldest daughter, French hibiscus, Fleur Delacour, walked straight out.

"Quiet!"

Furong cast a spell with a loud voice, and the sound spread out for a long time.

The chaotic place became quiet.

She spoke proudly, "I am Fleur Delacour, a member of the Order of the Stars, the eldest daughter of Delacour of the Ancient Alliance, and a champion of Beauxbatons."

The series of titles stunned people, and they looked quietly at the incredibly beautiful woman.

"What are you afraid of?" Furong jumped onto the highest statue. The badge symbolizing the Star Order glowed on her chest. She pointed a finger at a wizard.

The wizard who was named was a little overwhelmed, but he was overcome by the emotion of collapse and yelled: "We are going to die, Grindelwald and the Muggles are going to destroy us!"

"Grindelwald?" Fleur said with great contempt and sarcasm, "The first Dark Lord?"

"Are you afraid of him?"

As if being afraid of Grindelwald was something shameful, Fleur's voice was full of disdain.

This attitude made people uncomfortable, and someone angrily said: "He will kill you!"

"Then let him come over!"

Furong raised her fair chin and said proudly: "If you kill me, my king will avenge me, so I am never afraid!"

She looked at the wizards, her voice unquestionable.

"Wizards, there is no need to panic. My king will protect you. He will take care of you as if you were his own children."

"You fear death? My king, he is mighty."

Mr. Delacour looked on in amazement at his daughter's impassioned speech.

Gabrielle's eyes were full of stars.

A wizard asked loudly, "Your king? Who is he?"

The corners of Fleur's lips curled up, and she waved her wand.

A banner with stars and a magic wand appeared, and among the stars, a silver hand held a magic wand.

She stood on the tallest statue, holding the flag.

The flag is flying.

"My king is named John Wick, the second king of the magic world, the founder of the Silver Hand, the strongest alchemist, and the smartest wizard."

She praised it generously, used her magic wand to make a hole in the statue's head, and inserted the flag into it.

"My king, he protects his people."

"From now on, the French Hideout will become John Wick's sanctuary. As long as this flag is still there, Doomsday will never be able to find this place!"

After saying that, Furong added.

"Dark Lord? That's scary!"

"But my king has also been killed!"

The wizard, who was originally full of fear, was now attracted by the beautiful silver-haired girl.

Just like Joan of Arc in the past, her figure holding the flag tightly inspired the French wizarding community.

Furong took a deep breath and shouted, "Follow my king!"

The entire hideout was calling out for one name.

John Wick.

...

United Kingdom.

A meeting at the foot of the ancient Malfoy Manor.

Some people are afraid.

"Grindelwald has gone mad." The head of the Bulstrode family said in horror, "He will kill all wizards."

"Are you afraid, Bulstrode?" Lucius sat on the stone chair, his eyes gloomy.

Next to him is the future heir of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy.

Bulstrode said awkwardly, "But Lord Wick didn't say anything either, did he?"

Trigger keyword, Draco Malfoy activated.

"Are you getting old and confused?" Malfoy came out and cursed, "John is in Bhutan. Did he say he wanted to surrender?"

"But……"

"No buts!" Malfoy pointed at Bulstrode's nose and cursed, "You cowardly thing, you will have to sit at the children's table when you eat from now on!"

“What haven’t we experienced?”

"Just Grindelwald?"

"We will only become stronger, any weak ones can leave now!"

Malfoy patted his chest and said, "Even if there is a war, we will not be afraid!"

"The second king? Sooner or later he will become the king of the magic world!"

Bulstrode's face turned red.

Just then, someone stood up and walked outside.

Malfoy looked a little confused.

"Neville, where are you going?"

Neville stopped and looked back at the people of the Ancient Alliance.

"I will go back and get my sword," he said firmly, "I will be the first to die on the battlefield."

"it is good!"

Mr. Longbottom clapped his hands suddenly, stood up and said, "As expected of the Longbottom Lion, Longbottom hereby swears to throw everyone into the battle!"