I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"We failed, yes, we failed." Grindelwald walked into the saints, his voice infectious, just as moving as when John couldn't help but applaud him.

"I won't deny failure. I won't accept it? No! Not at all!"

He pointed his finger at the dark, gloomy sky, and a long, melodious voice rang out.

"Power is supreme!"

"What do you see? It's magic, yes, magic!" Grindelwald said loudly, "Magic has become great again under our baptism."

"They are here. We are pioneers, and pioneers are destined to be excluded." A tear fell from Grindelwald's eye. He looked at the saint and said softly, "We are the holy fire. Let's light it again. After the baptism, we will make this world cleaner."

"Use magic...magic!"

His finger slowly dropped and pointed over there, beyond the fog.

"Power is supreme. Baptize them, make them stronger, and make magic greater!"

The flame of fanaticism rekindled in his dim eyes.

The saints looked over there.

They are already hopeless, so they might as well burn themselves.

Just like in the beginning, full of dreams and burning myself for the magical world.

They are martyrs and sacrifices.

They are idealists. They don't need delicious food, they just need water and bread. Ideals are their motivation.

The heart was dug out and they filled it with ideals as motivation.

Living like before is worse than death. It is better to live madly towards death now.

Failure is terrible.

But failure without trying one's best is a shame and a blasphemy against ideals!

"Power is supreme!"

the saints shouted.

"Make Magic Great Again!"

Grindelwald's mission was accomplished, and he looked over there.

Ready.

This battle witnessed the birth of the throne.

Will the once failed king come back with a vengeance, or will the new king swallow everything up with a storm?

Is it dusk or dawn?

The end of the world and the rebirth.

Just wait.

The coming of the King's conquest.

Wizards all over the world are watching here.

Including the first king.

...

Hogwarts.

A ball of fur flew across the sky above the forbidden forest, and then a big cat ran up from the treetops and caught the ball.

The ground shook, and Grawp clapped his hands and jumped for joy like a child.

The little wizards who were taking Hagrid's class were already used to it. Not only were they not afraid, they also pestered Hagrid hoping to see the legendary giant brother who guarded Hogwarts.

In the past, they avoided these things.

Every time this happened, Hagrid would say with great pride that Grawp had learned addition and subtraction within one hundred.

The Zouwu runs very fast, swinging its big peony-like tail, attracting many birds to follow its tail.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was still strict. Her only regret was that Gryffindor lost to Slytherin by ten points in the Quidditch game that year.

If it weren't for the Ravenclaw Seeker, Gryffindor could have pulled away by more points in that game and they wouldn't have lost.

Professor Flitwick used his wand to demonstrate the key points of the levitation spell that would be encountered in this exam, flicking his wrist.

Professor Sprout smiled happily as she read some of the herbal insights Neville had sent her.

Snape's unchanging sarcasm and meanness became even more serious, especially after seeing Gryffindor.

This is everyday life at Hogwarts.

The place became secluded.

There was no evil intention of Voldemort, and no interference from the Ministry of Magic.

Slughorn's predecessor, Dumbledore's retirement life at Hogwarts was about to begin.

Dumbledore was adding a spoonful of honey to the milk.

Fawkes burst into flames, and Dumbledore paused.

...

"Then let's start a war."

John's expression was calm, and he raised his wand.

At the same time, two owls in the sky were struck by lightning.

next second.

"Wow—!"

White light flashed in Basil and Riddle's eyes, their wings spread out, and they flew high in the sky with lightning wrapped around their claws.

The claws were like knives, cutting open the pocket in the sky that stored lightning.

Hundreds of dancing lightning bolts were guided down.

Silver snakes danced wildly on the sea.

A tall tower appeared on the sea.

Lightning flashed continuously on the protective shield.

This is a very powerful protection spell.

And John had already finished charging his magic, with a basketball-sized ball of light on the tip of his staff.

"Reducto"

An ancient, deep voice sounded.

There were cracks all over the ball of light.

There was a click.

The ball of light shattered.

Bright as day.

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Chapter 733 The Wizarding War

Wherever the light passes.

The protective shield that lightning could not penetrate almost solidified.

Layer upon layer of ripples were generated on the crystal-like cover.

Dense ripples spread all the damage throughout.

White smoke came out of John's wand and a flash of black energy passed over his eyes.

The amazing magic power caused waves on the sea surface.

Waves of sea water hit outside.

at last.

Broken.

The white light turned into a spear that struck the sky and pierced through the dark clouds.

The layers of defense shields were shattered, and the dreamy crystal fragments disintegrated into radiance and scattered.

John glanced at his wand, which had become as hot as a hot iron rod.

White smoke continued to come out.

The excessive amount of magic power supplied was still too much for the wand to bear.

"Find them, and then..." John said calmly, facing the gazes that were shocked by this huge magic power, "End this battle."

"As you command, my king."

As expected, the fanatical gaze fell on the young king.

They followed the king's kindness and were adored by his power.

The ghost ship broke away from the sea and turned into a sky carrier.

King of Nurmengard!

All of this was captured by Colin Creevey, the official photographer of this wizard war.

Colin Creevey, although still at school, is already a contracted photographer for the Daily Prophet.

In order to be able to film this wizard battle, he even sneaked out of Hogwarts during the period when the exams were approaching.

The battle was shown on television screens of the magical community all over the world.

Mr. Weasley, who was originally slacking off and watching the Muggle Channel, was about to take a look at the power test of those iron wands.

The picture turned into a back view.

Just when he was about to complain, he saw a figure walking away and a face appeared.

John Wick.

...

International Confederation of Wizards.

A holographic screen floats in front of the hall.

The war started.

Third Wizarding War.

The delegates, like those sitting on a hot crucible, fell silent at this moment.

They were all shocked by the power of the Second King.

John had once demonstrated his kindness as a king in Bhutan, and now he showed what strength is in front of his people.

No one wants to leave.

Even the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who had drunk too much of the fine liquor from the Silverhand Cellar, was unwilling to move.

This is a war.

A battle that will determine the future of the wizarding world.

...

Little Barty marched forward bravely when the ghost ship landed in Nurmengard.

He had already jumped off the ghost ship.

As he was about to hit the ground, he used a levitation spell to stop himself.

Without hesitation, the battle began.