I swung a sword at Hogwarts

“I once had such a family.”

Foolish choice that led to his mother's death in Azkaban.

His father died in that so-called ideal sacrifice.

...

Little Batty was so violent that John even received a complaint.

The Slovak Minister of Magic slammed the table and roared about Barty Jr.'s crimes.

"That was a little kid, eleven years old!" he said angrily. "He was supposed to go to magic school next year, but he was burned alive in a house, along with his parents!"

Representatives from various countries also expressed dissatisfaction, saying that children are innocent after all.

John glanced over calmly, and the whispers disappeared.

Looking at the angry Slovak Minister of Magic, John said calmly: "So you think that the eleven-year-old saint should be pardoned?"

"Yes, Lord Wick!" the Minister of Magic said harshly.

John wasn't angry either, he just said, "Eleven years old."

"Next year, he will enter one of the three magic schools in Europe with his so-called ideal."

"It could be Hogwarts, or Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it made everyone listen attentively.

"He will influence those pure little wizards and make them listen to those ideals, the future world, and the harm of Muggles."

"He will grow up and plant a seed in his heart. He knows how to deal with a wizard. He can use his wand to gently cast a crushing spell on the back of a young wizard. He doesn't even need a wand. He can secretly take a fork or knife at dinner time, wait until his roommates and other people's children fall asleep, and gently scratch their necks."

John's tone of voice did not change from beginning to end.

But it makes people gradually become colder.

"The Saints are a bunch of lunatics," John looked at the Slovak Minister of Magic, "Should an eleven-year-old lunatic be exempt from punishment?"

At this time, the Slovak Minister of Magic could no longer be tough. He lowered his voice and said, "We should give him a chance."

"Opportunity?" John sighed. "Did your opportunity come from the countless families and little wizards who died during the Saints' attack? Or was it just your sudden compassionate heart?"

The Slovak Minister of Magic fell silent.

John turned his gaze towards the others: "Everyone, I am not a person who likes killing, but killing can allow those innocent wizards to gain peace."

"So I can understand the sympathy you have for the little saint."

"Our world is on the verge of collapse, and before us is a single-plank bridge with no way out."

"Those evil people are selfish. If we don't let them see our determination, they will just take chances."

He glanced at some of the people who had their heads bowed.

"After all, some absurd and clumsy lies have become excuses for criminals who kill people to escape."

He was talking about the time of Voldemort, when things were so absurd that the Ministry of Magic could buy indulgences with gold.

If that group of people is not completely eradicated, they will reappear in a dozen years and build momentum for their Dark Lord.

John knocked on the table, calling everyone's attention.

He stood up and said, "Put away your kindness and show it to those to whom it should be shown."

"I can give you, no, give your kindness a chance."

He said calmly, "Those who have joined the Saints, as long as they can provide sufficient information and have not been involved in any murder case, I can show leniency to them."

"But they need to be punished. Either they can survive or die. Go back and tell those people about this."

John left the table and walked out.

Percy glanced at everyone and stood up to leave as well.

Charles Roland hurriedly chased after him, "Wait, Lord Wick, can you prove that you are under the control of the Imperius Curse?"

"Sir Wick is right," said German Magic Minister Gresham in a deep voice, "Our mercy is for those in need. Let those simple villains burn to ashes in the fire."

He stood up and left, glanced at Yale Fan, and then walked out.

Members of the International Confederation of Wizards left one after another.

They all saw the leader's determination.

Kindness is reserved for those in need.

Just like John Wick, leave mercy to the wizards.

Yale Fan was one of the last to leave.

He looked at the seat.

If it were Dumbledore, he would never say that.

He will get that child into school.

Instead of letting his whole family become corpses.

But what happens next?

"He is not kind, but he is right." Yale Fan exhaled heavily.

He got up and left.

The wizarding world doesn't need benevolent leaders, what they need are leaders who can lead them on the right path.

Dumbledore couldn't do this.

Only John Wick can.

Yale Fan gave up the rebelliousness in his heart.

...

Lucius was excited.

Because he got the inside information in advance.

The Quidditch Committee will approve the league system.

This also means that the three Quidditch clubs that he acquired will achieve the greatest development.

And John also told him a piece of news.

The British Wizarding League will elect a capable leader, and the nomination for this leader will depend on Lucius himself.

As long as he dealt with the Department of Magical Games and Sports, the League Club and the Quidditch Committee, he would get the position.

This basically told him that he would be the one in charge.

Everyone knows that Bagman has to give him face, and the Mentor of the Quidditch Committee will definitely give the Second King face.

League club?

Go and talk to the Ancient Alliance yourself.

The position is secured!

...

Chapter 685: The Quidditch League

As an assistant, Tang Mi can be said to be very attentive, but when it comes to business and operations, he is an amateur.

Just like now, he couldn't understand why John would take a Quidditch league so seriously.

He himself is also a Quidditch fan, but this thing belongs to the category of entertainment.

At this time, he saw John was thinking about something, and with a good studious spirit, he asked, "Sir, why do you value the Quidditch League so much?"

"It's just huge benefits," John raised his eyes and said, "Benefits can make the beneficiaries more united. War is too dangerous to create heroes, but heroes in competitions are safe."

John stroked the ring and said, "Use Quidditch to make the regions more united. They have enemies and heroes, but they will not sacrifice."

Quidditch was just the beginning of the plan.

John wants to use sports to create enemies and heroes.

Just like in the Muggle world, the team they support must be set off by a rival team.

Heroes who defeat their nemesis keep their spirits high, while defeated nemeses work harder, and their fans scramble for vengeance.

For a time, Muggle football became a bridge between countries to stop wars.

John wanted the entire wizarding world to be fascinated by this atmosphere.

This way, no one would think of mentioning the supremacy of pure-bloods for no reason, or go and catch a couple of Muggles for fun.

Through Quidditch, let them see the spirit of sports and then spread this spirit.

Tang Mi didn’t quite understand it, but it felt like it made sense.

"If a werewolf team appeared on the court, would you support it?" John asked a simple one.

Tang Mi immediately said: "We must support it!"

After saying that, he understood.

This method can be used to resolve hatred between regions.

"That's the simple truth," John nodded and said, "But are you sure you support the Werewolf team?"

"Of course." Tang Mi said in surprise, "I am a werewolf, there is no reason not to support it."

"That's good," John nodded with relief, "I will use your salary for the next 20 years to build the club."

"What?" Tang Mi thought he had heard it wrong.

When he saw John nodding his head in affirmation again, he felt his legs weaken and he knelt down in front of John.

"Eh? No need to thank me so much." John thought to himself, is she so enthusiastic?

Tang Mi said with tears in his eyes: "My personal savings was searched by Oz last week."

"It's okay," John walked over to help the man up, patted his shoulder, and comforted him, "Silver Hand always has employee meals."

"Pfft."

Tang Mi knelt again.

He could already foresee a situation where he would have less than ten Galleons to take out when he got married in the future.

and many more.

Staff meal?

Tang Mi thought about it.

The candy gift boxes he usually bought for Oz were directly from the Silver Hand Candy Store, and his clothes were also custom-made at the Silver Hand Store. Those ordinary utensils and wolfsbane potions were all bought from the Silver Hand.

Even the taverns he usually goes to for a drink are all owned by Silver Hand, and if he wants to be romantic occasionally, he will go directly to the Silver Hand wine cellar to get some wine.

like……

He didn't spend much money?

After careful calculation, Tang Mi suddenly realized.

It turned out that he had not taken any money out since Oz confiscated his vault.

That salary is like a cloud to me.

After figuring it out, Tang Mi felt relieved.

"As expected, the adults still value me."

He now has only one question: can twenty years' salary be enough to start a club?

Judging from John's tone, it seems that he is planning to open a werewolf Quidditch club?

...

Malfoy is training.