Chapter 719：

"We failed, yes, failed." Grindelwald walked into the saints, his voice was as infectious as John couldn't help but applaud him.

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

He stretched out his finger and pointed 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 fervent flames rekindled in the dim eyes.

The saints looked over there.

They are already 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 and sacrifices.

They are idealists. They don’t need delicious food, they only need water and bread. Ideals are their motivation.

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

It is better to die than to live like that before, and it is 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!"

the saints shouted.

"Make magic great again!"

Grindelwald's mission has been completed, 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 swallow up everything with a storm?

Is it dusk or dawn?

The end of time and new life.

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 could not avoid these things.

Whenever this happens, Hagrid always says with great pride that Grawp has learned addition and subtraction within one hundred.

Zuowu ran quickly and swung 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 this year's Quidditch match 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 levitating spell that would be encountered in this exam, waving his wrist.

Professor Sprout smiled happily as she looked at some herbal insights sent by Neville.

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

These are daily life at Hogwarts.

This place has become uncontested.

There are no evil intentions from Voldemort, and there is no intervention from the Ministry of Magic.

Slughorn's predecessor, Dumbledore's retirement life at Hogwarts should have begun.

Dumbledore is adding a spoonful of honey to the milk.

Dumbledore paused as Fawkes' body 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.

“Bah—!”

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

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

Hundreds of thunder and lightning dances were guided down.

Silver snakes dance wildly on the sea.

A tall tower on the sea is revealed.

Lightning fell on the protective cover 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 layer after layer of ripples.

The dense ripples spread all damage throughout.

White smoke came out of John's wand, and blackness flashed across 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 dreamy crystal debris 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 said calmly, facing the eyes of those who were shocked by this huge magic power, "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 period when the exam was about to take place.

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.

Then the picture turned into a silhouette.

Just when he was about to complain, he saw a figure from behind and a face appeared.

John Wick.

…

International Confederation of Wizards.

A holographic screen floats in front of the hall.

The war has begun.

The Third Wizarding War.

The representatives 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 magical world.

…

Little Barty moved forward bravely, when the ghost ship landed in Nurmengard.

He had already jumped off the ghost ship.

When he was about to hit the ground, he used a levitation spell to stop himself.

Without hesitation, the battle began.