I swung a sword at Hogwarts

There are only a few saints left, and they are fighting desperately.

Heart-wrenching cries were heard and John looked over.

Theodore lay in a pool of blood, his chest nearly ripped open.

Pansy hurriedly opened the difficile and put her trembling hands on the wound to stop the bleeding.

A saint used a vicious magic, and Theodore pushed Pansy away, but was hit himself.

The blood pooled on the ground where he lay.

The blood was thick and didn't look like it had just flowed out.

John walked over and said calmly, "Get out of the way."

He reached out and touched Theodore's wound.

The hideous wound gradually closed.

Pansy cried with joy and John stood up calmly.

He looked around and saw that the last saint had also died under Little Barty's killing curse.

The white hair on little Batty's temples extended upwards, and he looked much more haggard.

Thus, the dark period of the wizarding world passed.

This scene was also seen by everyone during the live broadcast.

The Second King personally led the team to accomplish all of this.

And his reputation at this moment became a legend in the magical world.

...

Mr. Wick.

This name became everyone's respectful name for John Wick.

In front of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the cheers were so loud that they seemed to be heard by the Muggles next door.

There were already many people gathered here.

Some people were crying, lamenting the hardships of this period and at the same time being happy for their future.

Some people were cheering, even though their king had been trying hard to keep them from being shrouded in the gloom, but this was something to be happy about.

"All products are 20% off, celebrating our victory!" Fred cheered.

George also cheered: "The asylum flag is free!"

He is worthy of being the one in the Weasley family who understands business best.

Their words immediately caused all the wizards to cheer, and they rushed into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to buy things.

Create a joyful atmosphere.

The Age of Terror for the Saints is over.

All the saints are gone.

...

International Confederation of Wizards.

The representatives from various countries also hugged and cheered like children.

This was a battle that had been lingering for them for a long time.

The death of the last saint made them relax as never before.

Only Percy wasn't happy.

He stared at the screen with waves in his eyes.

"Where's Grindelwald?"

Someone asked a question, which brought the joyful atmosphere to a standstill.

Then everyone turned to look at the king in the camera.

Yeah, where's Grindelwald?

The king walked out of the tower. Could it be that he killed Grindelwald?

They saw the changes in the tower just now.

But is Grindelwald so easy to deal with?

They couldn't even see where John had any wounds.

Is Grindelwald too weak, or is John Wick too strong?

They wanted to see from the king's mouth that those things were over.

Whether it is Grindelwald's life or the Age of the Saints.

They stared at the screen, waiting for the king to speak.

...

Hogwarts.

A mirror shattered.

Dumbledore looked at the shattered mirror in silence.

The finger was cut by the lens and blood was flowing.

He raised his hand and the bleeding stopped.

He understood that the two men had come into contact.

But he understood even more clearly that this contact would definitely not make people happy.

He was aware of Grindelwald's purpose.

He was a crazy man, he was the same then and now.

It seems that I am the only one who has changed?

Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh.

The third of three brothers.

He always has been.

...

John looked around and saw that his side's losses were not great.

This is a war watched by wizards all over the world.

And did I win this war?

not at all.

Grindelwald left.

This is not the stage for him to sacrifice himself. Grindelwald, who can see the future, chooses to arrange his death.

Between following the saint's death with dignity or trying to make magic greater, he chose the latter.

Through the fight just now, John also knew Grindelwald's current strength.

Level 7.

Without the Elder Wand, John is roughly equal to Grindelwald in strength.

With the blessing of the Elder Wand, the outcome of the battle between the two is still unknown.

"After being cruel all your life, now you are talking about kindness?"

John sneered. He didn't start the battle in Nurmengard because he thought the stage was not big enough, or because he thought this place was not suitable as a final resting place?

Grindelwald would show no mercy.

As he puts it, he's John Wick's alter ego.

But John will not give up everything easily.

The two big men under Nurmengard finally reached the end along the passage.

They stared at the rusty object and looked at each other.

“I think I’ve seen this thing.”

“I remember where I saw it.”

The two IQs that once made Professor Flitwick slap his head in distress, after thinking for a while, finally remembered what it was.

"I remember it was in a Muggle documentary. They called this something..."

"I don't remember. I just remember that it would explode."

"Oh, it will explode."

After saying this, Galton stopped and looked at Crabbe.

That little extra IQ finally came in handy.

The two men hurriedly ran up the stairs behind the passage.

"This place is going to explode!"

They screamed in fear.

Crabbe was also kicked by Goyle's heel.

Ignoring the pain, they ran up and screamed.

And such noisy noise also attracted John.

The old antique corroded by magic under the tower was struggling to walk for the last few minutes.

It was a big one that was born together with the Polish magical subordinates.

Its brother has disappeared, and as a big fat guy coming out of the same door, it also needs to choose to take some people away.

A ticking sound was heard.

The jumping second hand reaches the last frame.

...

America.

Webb was held in the most secret place.

He was interrogated, and Muggle Veritaserum, a substance that relaxes people's nerves so that they can easily ask secrets, was injected into his body.

Webb, who was bound all over, grinned.

It seems that he has been bewitched by this comfortable thing.

"what's your name?"

"Webb Dylan."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Yes."

The questioner is a doctor who serves an American mysterious organization.

He stared at Webb, his lips slightly raised, as if he was mocking that the so-called wizard was just like this.

After participating in the unrecorded negotiation, Mr. Mike was talking incoherently about the magical world.

As a top student who grew up surrounded by science and technology, the doctor scoffs at the so-called magic.

His opinion was that those magics were just advanced magic.

All that can be done is just small changes.

A pistol and bullets will capture this wizard.

There is nothing that technology cannot solve.