Chapter 671：

"I once had such a family."

Stupid choice to let my mother die in Azkaban.

His father died under the so-called ideal sacrifice.

…

Barty Jr. was so violent that John even received a complaint.

The Slovak Minister of Magic banged the table and roared about Barty Jr.'s crime.

"That was a kid, eleven years old!" he said angrily. "He was supposed to go to magic school next year, but he was burned alive in the house with his parents!"

Representatives from various countries also criticized it, saying that all children are innocent.

John swept over calmly, and the whispers disappeared.

Looking at the angry Slovak Minister of Magic, John said calmly: "So you think that the eleven-year-old saint should be pardoned?"

"Yes, Sir Wick!" the Minister of Magic said in a very aggressive tone.

John wasn't angry either, he just said: "Eleven years old."

"He will enter one of the three magic schools in Europe next year with that so-called ideal."

"Maybe it's Hogwarts, maybe Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons."

His voice was neither soft nor strong, but it made everyone listen attentively.

"He will influence those pure little wizards and make them listen to those ideals, the future world, and the harm of Muggles."

"He will grow up and plant a seed in his heart. He will know how to deal with a wizard. He will use a wand to gently recite a crushing spell on the young wizard's back. He doesn't even need a wand. He can secretly do it during dinner time. Take a fork or a knife, wait until his roommates, other people's children are asleep, and gently scratch them on their necks."

John's tone of voice did not change from beginning to end.

But it makes people gradually become colder.

"The Saints are a bunch of lunatics," John looked at the Slovak Minister of Magic, "Should an eleven-year-old lunatic be exempted from sanctions?"

At this time, the Slovak Minister of Magic could no longer be tough. His voice was much lower and he said: "We should give him a chance."

"Opportunity?" John sighed, "Did your opportunity come from countless families and young wizards who died during the Saint attack? Or is it just your sudden compassionate heart?"

The Slovak Minister of Magic stopped talking.

John looked at the others: "Everyone, I am not a person who likes killing, but under the killing, I can make those innocent wizards gain peace."

"So I can understand the sympathy you have for the little saint."

"Our world is on the verge of collapse, and in front of us is a single-plank bridge with no way out."

"Those evil people are selfish. If we don't let them see our determination, then these people will take chances."

He glanced at some people who lowered their heads.

"After all, some ridiculous and clumsy lies once became the excuse for criminals who took lives to escape."

He was talking about the Voldemort period, when it was so absurd that the Ministry of Magic could buy indulgences with gold.

If those people are not completely eradicated, they will reappear more than ten years later to build momentum for their Dark Lord.

John knocked on the table and asked everyone to look over.

He stood up and said: "Put away your kindness and show it to the person you should show it to."

"I can give you, no, give your kindness a chance."

He said calmly: "Those who have joined the saints, as long as they can provide sufficient information and are not involved in murder cases, I can treat them leniently."

"However, they need to accept punishment. Whether they leave a life or die, you go back and convey it to those people."

John left the table and walked out.

Percy glanced at everyone, stood up and left.

Charles Roland hurriedly caught up, "Wait a minute, Lord Wick, can you prove that you are controlled by the Imperius Curse?"

"Sir Wick is right," German Minister of Magic Gresham said solemnly, "Our kindness is given to those in need, those simple villains, let them burn to ashes in the fire."

He stood up and left, glanced at Yalefan, and then walked out.

Members of the International Federation of Wizards left one after another.

They all saw the leader's determination.

Kindness is reserved for those in need.

Just like John Wick, leave mercy to the wizards.

Yalefan was the last to leave.

He looked at the seat.

If it were Dumbledore, he would never say that.

​​He will let the child enter the school.

Rather than letting the whole family become corpses.

But what happens next?

"He is not kind, but he is right." Yalefan exhaled heavily.

He got up and left.

The magical world does not need benevolent leaders, what they need is leaders who lead them on the right path.

Dumbledore couldn't do this.

Only John Wick can.

Yalefan gave up the rebellion in his heart.

…

Lucius was very excited.

Because he learned the inside information in advance.

The Quidditch Committee will approve the league system.

This means that the three Quidditch clubs he acquired will receive the greatest development.

And John also told him a piece of news.

The British Wizarding League will elect a capable person in charge, and the nomination of this person in charge must be obtained by Lucius himself.

As long as he manages the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, the League Club and the Quidditch Committee, he can get this position.

​This basically tells him that he will be the one in charge.

Who doesn't know that Bagman has to give himself face, and Mentor of the Quidditch Committee will definitely take the Second King's face into account.

League club?

Go and have a word with the Ancient Alliance yourself.

The position is secured!

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Chapter 685: The Quidditch League that has a heavy responsibility

As an assistant, Tang Mi can be said to be meticulous, but when it comes to things like business and operations, he is amateur.

Just like now, he couldn't understand why John valued a Quidditch league so much.

He himself is also a Quidditch enthusiast, but this thing belongs to the entertainment category.

At this time, he looked at John who seemed to be thinking about something. With a good spirit of learning, he didn't understand and asked: "Sir, why do you value the Quidditch League so much?"

"It's just huge benefits," John raised his eyes after hearing this and said, "Benefits can make the beneficiaries more united. It is too dangerous to create heroes in war, but the heroes of competition are safe."

John rubbed the ring and said: "Use Quidditch to make various regions more united. They have enemies and heroes, but they will not sacrifice."

Quidditch is just the beginning of the plan.

John wants to use sports competition to create rivals and heroes.

Just like in the Muggle world, the team they support must be supported by an old rival team.

Heroes who defeat their old enemies will have their spirits high, while those who have been defeated will redouble their efforts, and their fans will be energized in anticipation of revenge.

At one time, Muggle football became a bridge between countries to stop wars.

John wants to make the whole magical world fascinated by this atmosphere.

This way, no one will think of mentioning pure-blood supremacy or going to capture two Muggles for fun.

Through Quidditch, let them see the spirit of sportsmanship and then spread this spirit.

Tang Mi didn’t understand it very well, but it felt very reasonable.

"If a werewolf team appeared on the court, would you support it?" John changed to a simple one.

Tang Mi immediately said: "We must support it!"

After saying that, he understood.

This method is used to resolve the hatred between regions.

"That's the simple truth," John nodded and said, "But are you sure you support the Werewolf team?"

"Of course." Tang Mi said a little strangely, "I am a werewolf, there is no reason not to support it."

"That's good," John nodded happily, "I will use your salary for the next twenty years to build the club."

"What?" Tang Mi thought he heard wrongly.

When he saw John's nod of affirmation again, he felt his legs were weak and plopped down on his knees in front of John.

"Eh? There's no need to be so grateful." John wondered if he was so enthusiastic.

As a result, Tang Mi was about to cry but had no tears and said, "Oz just ransacked my small vault last week."

"It's okay," John walked over and helped the man up, patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Silver Hand always has employee meals."

"Plop."

Tang Mi knelt down again.

He can already foresee that when he gets married in the future, he will have less than ten galleons on him.

etc.

Staff meal?

Tang Mi thought for a while.

The candy gift boxes he usually buys for Oz are taken directly from Silver Hands Candy Store, and the clothes are also customized directly from Silver Hands. The ordinary utensils and Wolfsbane Potion are all bought from Silver Hands.

Even the tavern where you usually go to have a drink is Gin Hand's property. Occasionally, if you want to be romantic, you can go directly to Gin Hand Wine Cellar to get wine.

like…

He hasn’t spent much money?

After careful calculation, Tang Mi suddenly realized.

It turns out that I haven’t taken any money out since Oz confiscated the treasury.

That salary is like a floating cloud to me.

After thinking about it, Tang Mi was relieved.

"Sure enough, adults still value me."

He only has one question now, can he open a club with twenty years' salary?

From John's tone, it seems like he wants to open a werewolf Quidditch club?

…

Malfoy is training.