I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"No, no, no," John shook his head and said, "Don't you think that school exchanges between magic schools in different countries are a big problem?"

"The three magic schools in Europe have the Goblet of Fire to promote communication, but other than that, there is basically no communication between the schools."

John's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he said in a serious tone: "Magic is not a product of closed doors. We should not erect barriers between each other."

"That makes sense." Roger's expression changed slightly.

As John said, there is basically no communication between these ten magic schools.

The three universities in Europe are easier to deal with, at least they have the Goblet of Fire competition.

Even the Goblet of Fire was stopped for nearly a hundred years before it was restarted.

The only connection between the various magic schools is that they are both registered under the Education Department of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"Besides, mutual communication can broaden one's horizons. To be honest, Hogwarts' education once had major problems."

John dragged Dumbledore out and whipped his corpse, saying: "For a period of time, Hogwarts' education on the most important subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts, was like a mess of scraps of paper put together."

"There is a new professor every year. Because of the curse, the powerful wizards are unwilling to take the position, and the mediocre wizards are teaching randomly."

When Roger heard this, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

John said meaningfully: "I have always believed that the Department of Education has the responsibility to be responsible for the educational content of each school."

"Or are you pretending not to see it because of a certain wizard and you don't want to offend him?"

death penalty.

Roger was fidgeting at the moment.

Yes, the Department of Education is responsible for the registration and management of magic schools around the world.

But most of them let the magic schools develop independently.

But some cases should be exceptions.

For example, Hogwarts.

One consumable per year, the prestigious No. 1 magic school in Europe even had graduates who couldn't even cast the Armor Spell.

This is one of the most important spells for wizards and the basis of their defense.

This is the situation, but the Education Department did not intervene.

If John wanted, he could have directly fired Roger for this matter.

But he didn't do that.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with that person," John picked up the quill on the table and fiddled with it, saying casually, "You have been exchanging a lot of letters recently, right?"

"No..." Roger began to speak but was interrupted.

John tapped the tip of his quill on the wooden tabletop.

"I don't mind that." He loosened his hand, and the quill stood there, with the tip embedded in the table. "I just hope that you can put yourself in the right place."

"Some people are already a thing of the past. Over the years, the Education Department has neglected the management of various magic schools, causing problems in the development of each school. We need to correct this in a timely manner."

He stood up and walked towards the exit, pausing as he passed Roger.

"Magic education is the cradle of wizards. You should know that this kind of power brings not only fame, but also responsibility."

He reached out and patted Roger on the shoulder, who was completely frozen.

John walked out the door and the voice came slowly.

"I want you to finalize the contacts with the schools as soon as possible."

Roger sat in his seat for a long time, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

He reached out and took off his glasses with trembling hands, rubbing his hands hard on his face.

This made him less cold.

He tried to get up, supporting himself with his hands on the table, and after several attempts, he finally succeeded in standing up.

Putting his glasses back on, he looked at the pen stuck on the table.

Walk over and grab it to pull it out.

But the quill was embedded too deeply, so he took a deep breath, pulled out the quill, and took several steps back before he could stand firm.

"How can I help you?"

Reggie Cotmore, an employee at Magical Repair and Maintenance, asked.

"Yeah, oh, no, thank you, I'm fine." Roger stuffed the quill into his pocket, nodded to Reggie and left.

Reggie scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders in confusion, walked to the conference room, pulled out his wand and pointed it inside.

The original tables and chairs jumped to one side, and the table seemed to shrink.

The carpet flew up and several wooden sticks flew over to hit the carpet.

Dust flew out from inside, which was very choking.

The magic wand is pointed upwards, and the catchy sunny weather turns into rain.

The rain hit the floor and the rag swept away the dust.

"I just love this cleaning system," Reggie said with emotion.

...

John returns to Silverhand Manor.

Tang Mi came over with a smile on his face.

"My lord, they are coming."

"Oh?" John glanced at the two dwarf-like guys who were stopped outside the manor.

"Not in a hurry."

John walked to the sofa and sat down, and the teapot beside him poured warm tea into the cup.

"Tell me what happened today." He picked up the teacup and gestured to Tang Mi.

Tang Mi couldn't stop smiling and said, "More than 80% of the wizards in the country went to Silver Hand to register for magic cards. Recently, ten werewolves from other places came to register, all of them from other countries."

"Chudae and Zoffy investigated these werewolves and confirmed that they had no history of harming others, and approved them to enter the werewolf community."

"Under the influence of the Delacour family, the French magical society began to transfer money to magic card storage."

"Gringotts is shrinking all over the world. Some places can't even afford to pay troll security guards."

Tang Mi told John everything one by one, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"The more people register, the harder it is for the saints to hide."

John's eyes were deep as he said calmly, "The more wizards register, the more living space the saints will have."

So what if we are saints? We still need to eat.

Magic cards are registered with real names, which means that John is controlling the information of the magic world in disguise.

This is a news network covering the whole world.

No movement could escape John's eyes.

Glancing at the guys jumping up and down there, John said calmly, "Bring them over here."

Tang Mi walked out the door with his smile on his face.

Arriving at the outskirts of the manor, he looked towards the two goblins with greasy skin.

"Shelby, I need to see John Wick, let me in!"

The person who spoke was Ranis, the manager of Gringotts. He was the manager of Gringotts, but today he was stopped by several werewolf security guards.

Tang Mi just glanced at him nonchalantly, and said dangerously, "Who do you want to see?"

"Of course, yes... Lord Wick." Ranis was about to say something, but was pulled by Griphook before he reacted.

He saw the hostility in the eyes of several werewolf security guards.

This is the Second King's territory. If you don't respect him, you will undoubtedly be courting death.

"Very good," Tang Mi waved his hand, asking the security guard to move aside, and said lightly, "I don't want my parents to blame me for letting some idiots in."

Lanis wanted to get angry, but Griphook tactfully held him back.

The two fairies were brought into Silver Hand Manor by Tang Mi.

"Mr. Yo... Mr. Wick, I am Ranis, the manager of Gringotts."

Lanis went in and swept his greedy eyes over the noble Silver Hand Manor.

John was flipping through a book in his hands, and when he heard the speech, he just raised a finger.

Griphook saw what the other party meant and hurriedly covered Ranis' mouth.

And so they watched John quietly flipping through the books.

The sound of turning pages echoed in the silent living room.

Lanis tried to speak several times, but was stopped by Griphook.

Until John turned to the last page and the book was closed.

He finally raised his head and shifted his gaze to the two goblins.

“If you are a weak person seeking help, put aside your pride towards the strong.”

...

Chapter 680: Mint, work turns into factory

Ranis had never been so humiliated before. He said angrily, "How dare you treat the manager of Gringotts like this!"

"Oh?" John said with a smile, "Then how should I treat you?"

Lanis pushed aside Griphook and shouted, “You should have given me enough respect instead of leaving me in the sun for three hours!”

John didn't say anything either, just looked at Ranis quietly.

Ranis was angry at first, but gradually calmed down. Little by little, a sense of fear eroded his brain.

His legs began to tremble and he almost couldn't stand.

"Griphook, I remember your name is this." John's voice sounded lightly.

Griphook was startled, and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, Sir Wick."

"You seem smarter than Ranis, so can you tell him who is in front of this Gringotts manager?"

John gave Griphook a look.

Griphook sneered and said, "President of the International Confederation of Wizards, founder of Johnny Silverhand, and the great Second King."

"You left one out."

John's voice made Griphook's heart tighten.

John said calmly, "The destroyer of Gringotts."

"about……"

"Lord Wick!" Griphook pushed Ranis away and said hurriedly, "Gringotts has no intention of going against you. We hope you will let us go."

Griphook could see that if he couldn't show an attitude that satisfied John today, Gringotts would be gone.

Ranis is just an idiot.

The person in front of him was the highest decision-maker of the wizarding group, and he even dared to mention his minor identity as Gringotts manager.

It's not a pull tab.

He didn't want to be unemployed. There was no need to elaborate on how important a decent job was to a goblin.

Plus those crazy Saints are killing goblins all over the world.

He didn't want to leave his homeland and become one of the victims of the baptism of holy fire.