I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I agree. The Neon Ministry of Magic will fully support the upcoming war."

Musashi's voice, with its slight accent, didn't sound funny at all.

Now several Ministries of Magic have expressed their approval.

The remaining people also started voting.

Surprisingly, except for a few people, most people chose to participate in this battle.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic had a gloomy face. He said: "A bunch of lunatics."

Seeing so many people looking at him, he couldn't resist and agreed.

This made the remaining people who did not want to participate in the war turn around and agree.

Passed unanimously.

The wizarding world might be destroyed, but they had to fight.

This is the king's order.

...

Purple crystals fill the so-called 'mine'.

On the island, Percy has taken over.

Neville sat on the shore, his legs crossed, the sword made by John across his knees.

"You don't resist?" Percy came over and stood beside him.

It's also strange to say.

He and Neville were both Gryffindors and should have been the two people who knew each other best.

But in fact, they are the two who gather the least in the star group social gatherings.

One reason is that Percy graduated too early, and the other is that the two people have different personalities.

Percy likes power, and although he is considered to be very rigid, in fact, his excellence cannot be concealed.

Neville was a good friend of John's when they first met.

There were too few areas where the two could communicate.

Even after graduation, everyone has their own life.

"I don't like war." The sea breeze blew on Neville's face. He looked at the horizon and said, "But war is not only about killing, but also about protecting."

"You're the most different of us," Percy said.

"You joined the Star Club because of friendship."

Of all the wizards, only Neville is most like John and closest to him.

The same swordsmanship, the same devotion to friends.

"Wizards must win this battle," Percy said seriously. "Only when the Muggles feel pain will they stop attacking us openly."

"If you fail, promise me..."

Percy suddenly smiled, "Don't take away my title of being the first sacrifice."

Neville also laughed, and he said with a smile: "Stop it, you can't take it away from me."

A black dot appeared in the sky, and Malfoy landed quickly in front of the two men in his Firebolt. He said arrogantly, "Make way for me, young master. I will show you that those Muggle planes are nothing."

They both fell silent.

This person may be the first to be sacrificed.

It's hard not to be annoyed by this mouth.

Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't notice the strange expressions of the two at all, and was still showing off his sarcasm skills crazily.

A firework flew into the sky and exploded, and Percy looked over unhappily.

The Weasley twins were laughing loudly while holding a firework.

As Heinrich stared at the two men, he remembered some bad things.

...

Once upon a time, unconditional trust was exchanged for endless suspicion.

I have tried my best to avoid becoming an enemy of Dumbledore, but why can't I get rid of him completely?

Perhaps this is the wizard's persistence, just as he is also persistent in being recognized by Slytherin.

Among the people he wanted to be recognized by, there was also that one dream he once had.

But now, the dream has collapsed.

John felt indescribably complicated, but mostly angry.

"You'll kneel for him."

John stared at Grindelwald and said, "You should be very proud now."

"The greatest wizard is willing to betray everything he believes in for you."

Grindelwald is also indescribably complicated.

Just as he had told Dumbledore.

Something more powerful than the Blood Alliance was also binding him at the same time.

"You owe me a duel and a life." John said to Dumbledore expressionlessly, "It's an equal exchange, and you need to pay the same price."

What is the price of a life?

Nature is another life.

The equally powerful Dumbledore came to replace him in that duel.

John gave Dumbledore his last respect.

"I will kill the gods in front of everyone."

...

Chapter 747 Grindelwald's Seed, the War Begins

This is an act of 'justice' that does not need to be told to everyone.

In that magnificent white palace, the five corners were like sharp swords, constantly releasing the pressure of a powerful country to the outside.

"Should we open it?"

When a minister who decided to launch this war heard this question.

He smiled.

"They started this war first."

"And we..." He paused slightly and looked at the black man. His tone was filled with arrogance and contempt for uncivilized wizards. "We are justice."

justice?

The magical world is hidden within this world, and in the Minister's view, they are like rats in the sewer.

It's just as shameful.

Being able to sit in this position, he knew clearly what those wizards did.

"This is an invasion of a country." The black man hoped that he would reconsider. He said in a deep voice, "We know nothing about him."

But such a tone made the minister sneer.

"You know, those guys just have some magic tricks," the minister moved his fingers, "boom!"

"A city destroyed."

“That’s our little trick.”

"Country? Whose country? Wizards?" The minister shook his head and said, "Do they have a country?"

Yeah, do wizards have a country?

They exist in every country and are the citizens of every country?

No, no.

They are not American children.

As Mycroft said, no wizard would go to the police station to report the incident.

They have their own laws, and no country would like a group of people to act as they please in their own territory like a colony.

"They are a bunch of thieves, they steal our land, our resources."

"Do you know how much land there is that suddenly appeared in Poland?" the minister said. "They stole some land in America, they stole some land in England, they stole some land in Germany."

"They are thieves. I don't remember the government allowing them to set up a so-called Magic Congress under our building."

The black man listened and seemed to have thought of something.

Seeing this guy with great power, his eyes flickered.

Without land of their own, even if they blend in and hide among the crowd, they are just a group of illegal immigrants.

The minister's attitude made him understand that even illegal immigrants between countries would be deported, let alone those from different races.

The minister left.

He brought with him an order to wage war.

This time it's the arrogance of Muggles.

They were confident that they only needed a few planes and some soldiers to silence those so-called wizards.

Purple gold is beckoning them.

And the whole world will have to follow the guidance of the lighthouse.

"Pierce," the minister said as he hugged a blond man and whispered something to each other, "I think we are about to become 'rich'."

"Great, enough energy, mouth-watering." The bespectacled man named Pierce smiled at him.

"Regarding the World Security Council," the Minister smiled, "I think you are the most suitable successor."

Pierce smiled and said, "Thank you."

The two shook hands, understanding each other tacitly.

The seeds that Grindelwald planted in the Muggle world have taken root in the most powerful country.

This is a contempt for war and an arrogance towards wizards.

And people like them are doing the same thing in those big countries.

...

United Kingdom.

The Prime Minister was subjected to some kind of abdication.

"I am under huge pressure."

The Prime Minister ruffled his hair with his fingers and buried his face in his oily palms.

Mycroft understood what the Prime Minister meant.

Should we follow Lighthouse to get a piece of the pie, or sit still?

This is a very difficult thing to do.

"We know less than 10% of wizards," Mycroft said, remaining calm and elegant at all times. "In today's information age, this is a fatal mistake."

"I know, but some people are jealous of that." The Prime Minister complained, "You know, the temptation is too great."

"Excuse me, Mr. Prime Minister," Mycroft slowly approached the Prime Minister, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Do you really think this place is 'clean'?"

The Prime Minister was stunned at first, then his face turned stern.