Chapter 719

"We failed, yes, failed." Grindelwald walked into the saints, his voice as infectious as John could not help but applaud him.

"I won't deny failure, won't I accept it? No! Not really!"

He pointed his finger at the black and gloomy sky, and a long and melodious voice sounded.

"Power is supreme!"

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

"They came, we are the pioneers, and the pioneers are destined to be ostracized," Grindelwald had a tear in the corner of his eyes. He looked at the saints and said softly, "We are the holy fire, lit again, after baptism, Make the world a cleaner place.”

"Use magic... magic!"

His fingers slowly came down, pointing over there, beyond the mist.

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

The zealous flames rekindled in his dim eyes.

The saints looked over there.

They are hopeless. In this case, it is better to burn yourself.

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

They are martyrs, sacrifices.

They are idealists. They don't need delicious food, they only need water and bread. Their ideals are their motivation.

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

It was worse to die than to live like that in the past, and it was better to go crazy and live toward death now.

Failure is terrible.

But failure after not trying your best is a shame and a blasphemy against ideals!

"Power is supreme!"

chanted the saints.

"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 make a comeback, or will the new king bring a storm to swallow up everything?

Is it dusk or dawn?

Eschatology and rebirth.

Just wait.

The coming of that king's conquest.

Wizards all over the world are paying attention here.

Including the first king.

…

Hogwarts.

A flying fur ball streaked across the sky in the Forbidden Forest, and then a big cat flew up on the canopy to catch the fur ball.

The ground shook, and Grawp was as happy as a child. He clapped his hands and jumped up and down.

The little wizards who were taking Hagrid's class were used to it. Not only were they not afraid, they even pestered Hagrid in the hope of seeing the legendary giant brother who guarded Hogwarts.

In the past, they avoided these things.

Whenever Hagrid would do this, he would always say with great pride that Grawp had learned addition and subtraction within one hundred.

Zuowu ran and took off quickly, waving 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 in the Quidditch match this year by ten points.

If it weren't for the Ravenclaw Seeker, Gryffindor could have opened up 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, waving his wrist.

Professor Sprout smiled happily as she looked at some of the herbal insights that Neville had sent.

Snape's ever-lasting eccentricity, cunning and meanness became even more serious, especially after seeing Gryffindor.

These are daily routines at Hogwarts.

The place became secluded.

There were no evil intentions from Voldemort, and no interference from the Ministry of Magic.

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

Dumbledore was adding a spoonful of honey to the milk.

Dumbledore paused as Fawkes burst into flames.

…

"Then let's start a war."

John looked calm and raised his wand.

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

The next second.

"唳——!"

White light bloomed in the eyes of Basil and Riddle, their wings spread out, and their sharp claws were wrapped with lightning and they flew high in the sky.

The claws were like knives, cutting open the pocket where thunder and lightning were stored in the sky.

Hundreds of thunder and lightning dances were directed down.

Silver snakes dance wildly on the sea.

A tall tower over the sea is revealed.

Lightning fell on the protective shield and kept flashing.

This is a very powerful protective spell.

And John has finished charging his magic, and there is a ball of light the size of a basketball on the tip of his staff.

"Reducto"

An ancient deep voice sounded.

There are cracks all over the light ball.

There was a click.

The ball of light shattered.

Bright as day.

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Chapter 733 Wizard War

Wherever the light passes.

The protective shield that lightning cannot penetrate has almost condensed into substance.

The crystal-like cover stirred up layers of ripples.

The dense ripples spread all damage throughout.

White smoke came out of John's wand, and there was a flash of blackness in his eyes.

The astonishing magic power makes waves on the sea surface.

Waves of sea water beat outside.

finally.

Broken.

The white light turned into a spear that struck the sky and penetrated the black clouds.

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

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

White smoke kept coming out.

The excessive amount of magic power delivered was still a bit unbearable for this wand.

"Find them, and then..." John faced the eyes of those who were shocked by this huge magic power and said calmly, "End this battle."

"As you command, my king."

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

They followed the king's kindness and were worshiped by the king's strength.

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

Arrive at Nurmengard!

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

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

In order to be able to film this wizarding battle, he did not hesitate to sneak out of Hogwarts during the upcoming exams.

And the TV pictures of magical societies around the world turned into this battle.

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

The picture turned into a silhouette.

Just when he was about to complain, he saw a figure pass by and a face appeared.

John Wick.

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International Confederation of Wizards.

A holographic screen floats in front of the lobby.

The war started.

The Third Wizarding War.

The representatives, who seemed to be sitting on a hot crucible, fell silent at this moment.

They were all shocked by the power of the second king.

Once John showed his kindness as a king in Bhutan, now he showed what it means to be powerful in front of his people.

No one wants to leave.

Even the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who had drank too much of Silver Hand Cellar's premium spirits, was unwilling to move his butt.

This is a war.

A game that determines the future of the wizarding world.

…

Little Barty moved 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 levitating spell to stop himself.

Without hesitation, the battle began.