I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Then continue to trust me," John said with a gleam in his eyes, smiling, "Let me take you to see a whole new world."

First King, let me lead the ministers you don’t want.

The wizards should see it.

The disappearance of the first and the second.

In the magical world, all it takes is one king.

The strongest one!

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Chapter 759 Look at Me, the First King

Hogwarts.

"Albus?"

Slughorn rarely went out. Ever since he was betrayed by his beloved student, he had become wary of those Potions masters.

He refused all invitations to go out for parties.

Who knows if he will be dragged into the Potions Department in the name of a party.

You know, this method has left only a few people in the Potion Masters Guild.

This time he took the wizard chess and wanted to play chess with his old friend.

But to his surprise, his old friend was not in school.

Come to think of it, Dumbledore wasn't there at dinner yesterday either.

He approached Professor McGonagall and asked, "Minerva, have you seen Albus?"

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall was busy with the exam and was stunned when she heard this. "Isn't he in his office?"

"I think so. I just came over there." Slughorn didn't even put down the wizard chess piece in his hand.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't know where the former headmaster had gone.

The owl seemed to be unusually late today.

In the library, Ginny was making a last-ditch effort.

The exam is coming soon, and she hopes to improve her grades.

Bill sometimes sent her letters, but they weren't owls, of course.

Through the portal of the Ministry of Magic, a special person delivered the letter to Bill, who lived on the magic island.

Bill expressed a lot of happiness to his family in the letter, saying that this was a huge change that had never happened before.

The entire magical world will be shaken by their affairs.

Mr. Weasley, the Director of the Ministry of Magic, was also very curious about what the Magic Association was like.

Even he, the head of the Weasley family of the twenty-eight ancient families and a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, was not qualified to go to that place.

Bill was the only one in the family who worked there.

He followed a magic teacher, an old man who once wrote magic books.

The old man was too old, just like the Spencers and the others, even his name took people a while to think about before they could remember it.

The Researchers Association once immersed itself in research, but the efficiency was not only low, but at least there were huge problems in terms of inheritance.

Therefore, the new Magic Association changed the system, and each of those living fossils would carry out magic research with several apprentices.

In this process, there is no need to do it yourself, and apprentices can help with some things.

This greatly reduces the pressure on each living fossil and can also train a new batch of magic scholars over time.

Bill used to be an excellent curse breaker, and his strategy was about curses and applied magic.

In Egypt, sleeping mummies would use powerful curses to protect themselves in order to preserve their bodies after death.

Bill dealt with these people and was employed by Gringotts. Generally speaking, they were a group of grave robbers.

All the valuable treasures that were used to lift the curse were taken by Gringotts.

It is really confusing that a group of outstanding wizards were openly allowed to steal from their own compatriots for aliens, and the former Ministry of Magic did not do anything about it.

Ginny was very attracted by the place Bill described. She had two goals, one was to become a professional female Quidditch player, and the other was to go to where Bill worked.

Both goals require her to work extra hard.

Lively girl working hard at her desk.

Madam Pince cast a demanding gaze over this group of troublesome little wizards.

No one cherishes these fruits of wisdom from the magical world more than she does.

Neville was very clear about this during his school years.

Except for a few troublesome little lions who were chased away by brooms and dusters, everything is fine...right?

"Cuckoo."

"Clang, clang..."

The windows of the library were filled with owls, and some impatient ones banged on the glass with their beaks.

The noisy sounds instantly drowned out the sounds of studying.

Madam Pince's face was dark as she walked to a window and opened it, waving her hands to shoo away the annoying owl.

Owls flew up with their feathers flying, and newspapers were thrown in as well.

Madam Pince was busy and scrambled, but the owls just did their job.

They swarmed in through the windows, making the library a mess.

The tragic scene here caught Filch's attention. He hurriedly put the box on the table and ran in to catch the owls that flew in for Madam Pince.

Ginny was studying when an owl flying overhead dropped a newspaper and hit her on the head.

This made her very angry, and she grabbed the newspaper, twisted it into a strand, and was about to knock the owl down.

On the twisted newspaper, there appeared the image of his brother.

"Percy?"

Ginny hesitated, then unfolded the crumpled newspaper.

The End of the Saints, Victory in the War against the Muggle Army

She saw Percy, her brother, lip syncing over and over again in front of the focused camera.

"We won."

"Daily Prophet"

"The Quibbler"

No matter which newspaper you read, the same news is contained in it.

Victory.

This battle lasted for a year and brought great damage to the wizarding world.

The Saints were destroyed and Grindelwald was defeated by John Wick.

The war against the Muggles ended with the arrival of the King.

everything is over.

Peace has returned to the wizarding world.

Ginny stared at the newspaper.

The sound of an owl fluttering rang in his ears, as did Madam Pince's angry roar and Filch's scream when his arm was scratched.

By the time they finally got all the owls out, Madam Pince had a few feathers stuck in her head.

"These things better not have shit on their paws," Filch fumed.

But he looked around and felt something was wrong, and said in surprise: "Something seems to be wrong."

It's so quiet.

Normally, when students encounter this kind of situation, each one is more excited than the other.

Rather than boring study, students wish there was something different happening in school every day.

The students were holding a newspaper, concentrating on it as if it was some treasure.

Filch scratched his head and kindly removed the bird feathers for Madam Pince.

next second.

Sharp screams and deafening cheers broke through the roof of the library.

A third-year Gryffindor student jumped directly onto the table, jumping happily.

Crazy, all crazy.

Madam Pince jumped in fright. Filch stretched out his hand to stop her, saying in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Are these students going crazy because of too much study pressure?

Filch felt that the matter should be handled by the professors.

As soon as he ran out, Madam Pince was surrounded by a group of students. This strict librarian felt so helpless for the first time.

The girls hugged Madam Pince, screaming at a high pitch.

Filch found Professor Flitwick, and for some reason, this amiable old man happily started dancing the waltz alone.

He had no choice but to turn his hope for help to the Hufflepuff Headmaster who was walking quickly towards him.

"Professor Sprout, you need to go and see..."

Before he could finish his words, Sprout laughed and started dancing hand in hand with Professor Flitwick.

"Crazy, all crazy, is this a curse?"

Filch was horrified and hurried to Professor McGonagall, who was the most stable.

When I walked over, I saw Professor McGonagall sitting there in a trance.

There was an open newspaper on the table, which kept her focused for a long time.

A little Gryffindor lion who was in detention came running over in a panic.

"Oh no, Professor McGonagall, something's been stolen!"

Hogwarts is strange today.

...

Godric's Hollow.

Dumbledore, who wanted to enjoy his old age, was hunched over, cutting off the excess leaves that were entangled in the garden.

After cutting for a while, he stood up and pounded his old waist with his fist.

"I'm old." he said.

"Why, Albus?" Grindelwald, who was nearly dead from blood loss, asked, "Why did you save me?"

"You have to let him live completely for this world."

Dumbledore looked at his old friend with a complicated expression, "This is too cruel for him."

"Isn't that good?" Grindelwald asked, "He will become the king of this world, leading the world, and all wizards can live uprightly."

"But what about John?" Dumbledore sighed. "He is only eighteen years old. You have let him be shackled by expectations. His will no longer belongs to himself."

The hero who killed Grindelwald, the king that everyone wanted.

The guilt and responsibility in his heart infinitely entangled his young body. He could not live for himself but only as a king. The child named John Wick would forever remain in the most painful day of the age of eighteen.

The wise old man saw through Grindelwald's conspiracy, and Dumbledore didn't want John to become such a person.