I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the broken ruins were being repaired rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wherever the light shines, the former castle in the sky is restored again.

The Bulgarian minister's eyes widened: "What a strong magic."

John repaired a city by himself, and used his strength to tell everyone that they had made the right choice by following him.

He increased his magic power, and the golden halo exploded, turning into a layer of ripples that quickly spread out.

Wherever it passes, it repairs it quickly.

A minute later, a Bhutanese city that looked no different from the previous one appeared.

And John walked towards the stairs of the castle in the sky.

People followed him.

They formed a huge crowd and watched John step onto the castle in the sky.

In the recent past, the leaders elected here destroyed them.

But now, John was standing on it.

Crowned king.

...

International Confederation of Wizards Begs John Wick to Become Leader

John Wick: The New Leader

The Second King Deserves His Title

The Second Dynasty Quickly Appeases Wizards of Various Countries

Percy Weasley to take over as Minister for Magic

"French Minister of Magic Charles Roland said: This is a wise decision"

John Wick.

An eighteen-year-old wizard who had just come of age.

He became the youngest President of the International Confederation of Wizards in history.

He repaired the city by himself, showing his strength in front of all the wizards.

The British Ministry of Magic will hold a funeral for Minister for Magic Barty Crouch.

All Ministry of Magic employees were present, and Barty Crouch Jr. looked at his own hands.

"Not used to it?"

John said calmly beside him: "Maybe he was frozen for too long."

"It's just some...emotion." Little Batty looked at his amputated arm.

At that time, he was Voldemort's most loyal follower, but now he has become John Wick's follower.

What a wonderful fate.

John looked at old Batty buried in Crouch's mausoleum, and he suddenly said, "How about going to the pub for a drink later?"

Little Barty nodded, "I don't think I'll refuse."

This funeral was also a tribute to all the victims.

A new tombstone was erected in Silverhand Manor.

In Diagon Alley, there was a solemn procession holding candles, all mourning the disaster.

John and Little Buddy made their way through the crowd and sat down at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Sorry, we don't sell alcohol today."

Hannah's eyes were red, obviously she had been crying.

She looked up and saw John.

"Two drinks, please," John sat down, "no, three."

Hannah nodded and went to get the cup.

It's definitely cleaner here than before.

Hannah bought a lot of cleaning agents and washed for a long time, even the patina on the handrails was wiped off.

The wine was pushed over, and John looked at the amber liquid inside and raised the glass.

Little Barty also raised his glass silently.

They didn't say anything, but they all knew who the toast was for.

This glass of wine was supposed to be what John and old Batty had agreed upon.

It should also be a glass of wine for Barty Sr. and Barty Jr. after the release of the father and son.

But now, they have all missed that opportunity.

After drinking a glass of wine, the two remained silent for a long time.

They just sat there.

Until Hannah came over, the two of them turned their attention to the small flag with the John Wick logo.

"I bought this at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Hannah said sheepishly. "It's a flag of protection."

"They really don't miss any opportunity to make money."

John chuckled.

The twins have so many clever ideas.

Looking at the small flag, John raised his finger.

There was obviously no wind, but the small flag was unfurled and fluttering.

"But it's not wrong," John chuckled, "The more protection flags there are, the better."

He told Hannah: "Tell everyone who comes here that John Wick will defeat Grindelwald."

"Okay," Hannah placed one hand on her heart, bowed slightly, and smiled, "My king."

After she was done, she blushed and said, "I saw Neville did it this way, I don't know if it's right."

"Very standard."

John put the Galleon down, stood up and waved.

Hannah was about to signal that it was not necessary when John and Little Buddy disappeared.

The Ministry of Magic welcomes new members.

Barty Crouch Jr. joins the Aurors.

Just like old Barty once was, Crouch's name will continue to live on in the Ministry of Magic.

The war between the Second King and Grindelwald has officially begun.

The two explosions made people realize the insignificance of magic.

The wizards' pride was shattered, and now wizards are attracted by the baptism of holy fire spread by the saints who keep appearing.

What John has to do is to rescue all those guys who are hiding and turn them into ashes like vampires in the sun.

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Chapter 673 Chaos, Stability

This is a tug of war.

"Small?"

John looked at the newspaper about the explosion.

The mysterious wizards were stripped of their mystery, and the weak Muggles turned into terrifying demons.

Grindelwald wants to rebuild the world.

The wizard was forced to tie himself to his ship which could only move forward.

The Muggle government takes the loss of weapons very seriously, but Grindelwald has cooperating Muggles in various countries.

"It's not the Imperius Curse."

John thought of the general he had examined, and that man was not under the control of the Imperius Curse.

It was, as he put it, a collaboration.

No one knows when Grindelwald had planned this.

This means that in various governments, apart from the leaders, there are still some people who know about wizards.

"Only by finding these people out can we prevent the next weapons laundering."

John had a plan in mind, and he needed the help of a wizard with Legilimency.

Of course John could do that, but he couldn't leave. Who knows where Grindelwald would attack next time.

"Legendary Mind..."

John narrowed his eyes and had an idea.

He took out the parchment and began to write.

Basil landed next to Riddle, looking John straight in the eye.

"Okay, you go deliver it this time."

John patted the snowy owl's head and warned, "But don't hit the owl."

Basil squinted his eyes comfortably, put down a small dried fish, took the letter and left.

John stared at the dried fish and wondered what this meant.

He looked at Riddle, who tilted his head.

John soon had the answer to Basil's confusing operation.

Because Basil came back with a reply letter.

"Did you beat up all the owls?" John looked at Astoria's reply, speechless.

Basil looked at the dried fish with confidence.

"This is not an indulgence," John held his forehead helplessly, "You can't buy me off."

I don’t know whether Basil listened to me or not, but in the end he just took the dried fish away.

John settled down at Silverhand Manor.

He has a lot to deal with.

For example, what happened in Poland.

Tang Mi returned to John and handed him a list of deaths and losses from the Polish Silverhand Johnny Store.

"Compensate the families of the deceased," John glanced at the list of losses, "the items are not something that people care about."

Tang Mi said in a deep voice: "There are still some Polish wizards who escaped from the gathering place. How should we accommodate them?"

"I'll discuss this with Percy."

John glanced at the documents sent by the Second Dynasty and the Ministry of Magic.

The chaos in various places did not stop, and some extreme anti-Muggle wizards began to appear.

"Let the Ministries of Magic of all countries issue a warrant for the arrest and expulsion of the Saints. Once a family with a Saint is found," John's eyes flashed with a cold light, "they will be considered guilty of the same crime."

Use heavy codes in troubled times.

Since morality cannot constrain, then use law to constrain.

John showed no mercy after he gave the order.