I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Some of them informed the Muggle government, while others made the Muggle government very angry.

Not all governments in the Muggle world will foot the bill.

Once that shred of mystery is broken, the awe will be gone.

And they could only stop the Saints as much as possible.

If left unchecked, what those saints did would be blamed on all wizards.

A new witch hunt will begin.

"This kind of life won't last long," John spoke up to stop the quarrel. "There are only a few saints left. Their madness also cost them their lives. Not many people can have this kind of awareness."

Under the exploitation of magic cards, the living space of the saints decreased.

Although there are still some active ones, they are much fewer.

Compared to those illusory things, the majority of people act on impulse.

The Ministry of Magic now has saints who have surrendered themselves.

Now we just need to keep the Muggles stable for a while longer, and then the Saints will be completely wiped out.

There has been some good news coming from those in the Muggle community.

Those who worked with Grindelwald are gradually being found out.

The final ownership of those weapons will also come to light.

Such a large number of weapons must be stored somewhere.

And Nurmengard would allow those weapons to get out of control, so it's obviously not a good place.

Without Muggle weapons, the Saints could not cause any substantial damage.

In essence, those people are just low-level wizards who are unhappy with their lives. Except for some not-so-smart people, who would give up their good lives and join a precarious journey of death?

After this meeting, John went to London.

He stood on a tower in London, and the rain disappeared as it fell around him.

John calmed down and tried another way to speed up.

Close your eyes and use the tower to cast your spiritual magic.

Countless noisy and explosive sounds filled my mind.

John groaned, trying to distinguish between the sounds.

The power of mental magic is such that even using Occlumency may not be able to avoid it.

But this is quite a burden for John.

He knew that what he lacked now was an opportunity to find Grindelwald.

And that opportunity lies in London.

John caught it among the countless noisy sounds.

The one that belonged to the wizard with one ear missing.

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Chapter 721: Muggle Social Tension, Resolved

John's face turned pale.

Mental magic was not able to properly control the selection of targets. What he had just done was equivalent to forcibly finding that voice among the millions of people in London.

The cacophony of millions of sounds is enough to blow a person's brain apart in an instant.

Anyone else would die on the spot after this move.

John stayed in the tower for half an hour, and his face finally showed some color.

He needed to reach the wizard as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, John took a step forward and his body fell rapidly.

...

As time goes by in Muggle society, more things are dug up and fermented.

Although the government came out to refute the rumors, these frightened people were unable to calm down.

In this tense society, it seems that even the way we walk has become more cautious.

Some people who dress strangely easily attract other people's attention.

There are also some people who are optimistic and always believe that those terrible things have nothing to do with them.

But unfortunately, terrible things are approaching this city.

Garland Ernil appears at the subway station.

The speeding subway train didn't notice the wizard at all.

A cache of weapons sufficient to destroy half the city is placed beneath London.

Garland did not leave. He sat there, enjoying these last few days.

"You should know that we are just being used." Beside Garland.

The wizard who had been with him in the defense base to take away the weapons was there.

"Yes, I know, Web."

Webb was the wizard's name.

It was also the face that John had changed into before.

Garland said, "We haven't always been serving him, have we?"

Webb said solemnly: "We serve magic."

How can one not feel heartbroken when seeing the declining magical world?

Garland graduated from Durmstrang. He grew up listening to the legend of Grindelwald, but he admired another person.

The same as him is Webb Dylan, a former student at Beauxbatons.

Their relationship with Grindelwald is complicated.

Maybe they are not saints, but they share the same goal as Grindelwald, to make magic great again.

This goal is bound to be difficult, and it is totally impossible for them to accomplish it.

So when Grindelwald brought his voice of "power above all", making magic great again became their common pursuit.

"A few sacrifices are nothing. Our magic needs a crisis that will make their rotten hearts beat again."

This was the plan Grindelwald had told them about.

"We are all the same," Garland said, "whether it's me, you, or Inger."

Yes, Inger.

The Minister of Magic.

They all felt helpless about the corrupt society, and even as the Minister of Magic of a country, there was no possibility of change.

Therefore, an extreme path became the only option.

"The strong prey on the weak," Garland stood up, his left ear cut open, "I don't hate those who attacked us, because they are the future of the magic world."

Webb was silent.

"Aren't you afraid that he might deceive us?"

"Lie?" Garland smiled silently, "The magic world is getting better, isn't it?"

This is irrefutable.

Everything is getting better after the new leader came to power.

"I hope we don't make the wrong choice." Webb was speechless and chose to leave.

His death is not here, but somewhere else.

This is Garland's last time.

When it was past midnight, everyone was fast asleep.

This is from Garland Mercy.

For them, death is just a channel to fulfill their dreams.

Webb left, and Garland watched another subway car pass by.

There were all kinds of Muggles in the subway, some were extremely drunk, and some were enjoying this rare leisure time after get off work.

They didn't know that the Grim Reaper was hovering over their heads.

The subway is out of service.

This means that Garland's time is running out.

He glanced at the weapon that was entering the countdown, without feeling too much sadness or fear.

A person walked into the subway station.

He stepped onto the railroad track and walked forward.

When Garland saw the person coming, he smiled.

"I've thought of this scene before," Garland grinned, "the famous Second King."

John looked at the man in front of him.

The owner of this face melted the walls of the National Defense Base.

Also stealing a large number of weapons belonging to Muggles.

Muggle weapons cannot be kept in the wizarding world for too long, so they can only be placed in the Muggle world.

John pulled out his wand and tapped the wall.

The super sense spell is activated.

Throughout the subway tunnel, there is a weapon placed at regular intervals.

This is not something that can be accomplished in one day.

The attacks carried out everywhere during this period were intended to attract the Aurors' attention so that these tasks could be accomplished.

The man in front of him was not as crazy as the other saints. John did not take action immediately, but asked, "Why do you do this?"

"If you are doing this for the wizarding world, then you should be aware that such behavior will only hasten the demise of the wizarding world."

The saints claim to be building a new magical world, but they are actually doing the most world-destroying things.

Garland chuckled and said, "The Second King asked me?"

"I'm not sure either." He smiled wildly, with no madness in his eyes. "It's just that Grindelwald told me that only by doing this can magic become great again."

"You believed a mere word?" John said calmly, "Is Grindelwald's charm so great?"

"He just told me how cruel this world is," Garland shook his head and said, "In your opinion, we may be extremely stupid."

“But the world is changing.”

Garland smiled maliciously, "Every obstacle you put up disappeared under the attack of the Saints, didn't it?"

"That's true." Unexpectedly, John nodded in agreement.

"Make magic great again," John glanced at Garland and said, "So you either destroy the world or make it progress to the point where it cannot be destroyed."

"Am I right?"

Garland was stunned for a moment, then said with emotion: "You are right."

"So I'm going to attack you," Garland pulled out his wand and said with a smile, "After all, only those who are strong enough can survive."

"Power is supreme. I think you are familiar with this."