I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Coming to the end?

Gresham, who was an Auror, suddenly thought of something. He exclaimed, "Grindelwald?"

"We found him." Percy's voice was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake.

The calm was broken in an instant.

Everyone was extremely excited.

"Great, we finally found him, that damn guy!" Gresham waved his fist and said viciously, "He is responsible for the death of Minister Schmidt!"

"Mobilize all Aurors immediately!" Charles Roland stood up excitedly, "Don't let Grindelwald escape!"

As the French Minister of Magic who has been tortured by Grindelwald time and time again, Minister Roland has really suffered from Grindelwald for a long time.

Not only him, other representatives also expressed their desire to bring Grindelwald to justice!

Percy had no choice but to use a loudspeaker spell to make his voice heard over the excited representatives.

"Quiet!"

The rumbling sound echoed in the council hall.

Delegates, please be quiet.

Percy said solemnly, "Everyone, this is a war that is about to come."

"We have sacrificed enough of our compatriots during this period."

Even though Percy asked them to be quiet, there was still excitement in the representatives' eyes.

"Wait!" Gresham realized something was wrong. He stood up and asked in surprise, "You said that Lord Wick left. Did he go to Grindelwald's place?"

Percy nodded slowly.

This caused an uproar in the hall again.

"Too risky!"

"We can't let Lord Wick take risks!"

"If something happens to Lord Wick, all this will be ruined!"

"Quick, get the Aurors to provide support!"

The Second King now belongs not only to the Second Dynasty, but to the entire magical world.

Because of the existence of this person, the magical world is being pushed forward.

There is no fool who can sit here.

There are many ambitious people among them, but they know that the only one who can control the current situation is John Wick, who has successfully centralized power.

If something unexpected happens during the battle between John and Grindelwald, then the wizarding world, which has finally gotten back on track, will be divided again.

"Do you think John will lose?"

Percy's eyes grew sharp, and he scanned the group of delegates.

The people were silent.

That's Grindelwald.

The century-long battle with Dumbledore made the entire wizarding world see the power of the Hogwarts professor.

Even though John once defeated Voldemort, it was with the cooperation of Neville Longbottom.

After decades in Nurmengard, Grindelwald is in prime shape, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest wizard in the world today.

They looked at each other, and no one wanted to say that the second king was inferior.

But a look of worry appeared on everyone's face.

Gresham sat down gloomily and asked, "Is this meeting held to make us wait here?"

"No," Percy said seriously, trusting John, "I just want you to witness this duel."

Just like how Dumbledore once defeated Grindelwald and ascended to the altar.

They want to witness John Wick's deification once again.

...

Chapter 732: Walking out of the tower and fighting back

A violent storm was brewing in the gloomy sky.

Two owls, one black and one white, flew through the clouds.

Lightning flashed across the sky ferociously.

The lightning turned into a ball and rolled between the owl's feathers, and the owl hooted.

Ripples appear on the empty ocean.

In the eyes of an owl, it is clearly visible.

A bolt of thunder flashed from the sky, lighting up the whole world.

And on the sea, a faint blue light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, one ghost ship after another emerged from the sea.

"There's nothing here," Goyle muttered, and Crabbe nodded in agreement.

Little Barty frowned. As the strongest man among the crowd after John, he was unable to see through this place.

The curse of loyalty.

This is known as the safest defensive spell.

To hide such a large place, the Dark Lord Grindelwald must do it himself.

As a spellcaster, Grindelwald cannot be a secret-keeper.

This is a way to keep secrets within the soul.

John once needed the help of an owl to find the Black house where the Fidelius Charm was hidden.

Grindelwald's Fidelius Charm prevented even an owl from finding his location.

Given Grindelwald's cautiousness, he would not let the secret-keeper out.

If it weren't for the ripples caused by the constant movement of Nurmengard, it would have taken John a lot of effort to find this place.

Although the Fidelius Charm could prevent an unwelcome person from being spotted even with their nose pressed to the window, John did not need to be invited.

John glanced at the sliding ripples, the only flaw in this magic.

The movement of such a huge building will cause the fish to hide.

Greengrass's fleet was searching the seabed and discovered this scene, and also discovered Nurmengard.

As John stood on the deck, the white-haired wizard in Nurmengard sensed something.

...

Grindelwald opened his eyes.

In this vintage decorated mobile cage.

He felt it.

The person you expect has arrived.

The room was empty, with no one else in it.

Those who once followed him have disappeared, and those who follow him newly are also dying for their ideals.

Grindelwald was a lonely man, and only two people stood by his side from beginning to end.

One stopped him the first time, the other the second time.

He stood in front of the mirror and combed his gray hair.

He ran his fingers through the hair, and paused, looking at the red dot on his fingers.

The person in the mirror seemed to be older.

Yes, I'm getting older all the time.

Even if you regain your youth, you still cannot escape the tricks of time.

On the table sat the coveted symbol of power, in a frame next to it.

The young wizards stood together, the blond boy, as high-spirited as a freely flying golden eagle, trying hard to make the white-haired boy behind him appear in the camera.

The red-haired boy next to him smiled subtly and cooperated with his prank.

This is the only photo of the three of them together.

The chirping of cicadas that summer was accompanied by the impact of ideals, and the death of reality broke up the connected hearts.

The old wand of the boss.

The second brother's resurrection stone.

The third brother’s invisibility cloak.

The three brothers separated.

Their legends also shaped that puppet show.

Grindelwald held out his hand.

It stopped before the picture frame it was about to touch, and finally landed on the Elder Wand.

This wand of power craves power and only serves the strong.

Just like that person's philosophy, strength comes first.

The high tower that I built will imprison that lonely heart for life.

Grindelwald walked in the tower, step by step walking down the tower that imprisoned him.

In the rose field under the tower, the rose that is about to bloom has stretched out its body.

The blood coagulated in its stamens.

This time, Grindelwald's hand touched the flower.

Beautiful, fragile, delicate.

"What a fascinating thing." Grindelwald stroked the flowers with his fingers, just like stroking his lover's hair.

The feeling of obsession makes people linger.

But reality is often like an impending storm, ruthlessly destroying everything.

Grindelwald looked up.

The saints were waiting for him.

The magical world has left these people with nowhere to go. They are just a group of wingless birds trapped on an isolated island.

There is no other way except to wait to be submerged by the waves brought by the storm along with this isolated island.

It's either the final madness or the end in despair.

Grindelwald looked at his compatriots.

"My brothers and sisters," Grindelwald's uniquely charming voice sounded, "we have come to the end."

He opened his arms as if to embrace them all.

“We have no way out.”

"Today, magic will be great again," he said deeply, "Lift your heads up, you should be proud."

"In a world of decay and defeat, we light a fire."

"The flames burn those who are corrupt and purify those who desecrate magic."

The saints raised their heads, and there was some light in their dim eyes.