Chapter 723：

There are only a few saints left and they are fighting stubbornly.

Heart-wrenching cries sounded, and John looked over.

Theodore fell in a pool of blood, his chest almost torn open.

Pansy hurriedly opened the fresh food and poured it on the wound to stop the bleeding with trembling hands.

One of the saints used a vicious spell. Theodore pushed Pansy away, but was hit himself.

The blood gathered into a **** color on the ground where he lay.

The thick blood didn't look like it had just flowed out.

John walked over and said calmly: "Get out of the way."

He reached out and caressed Theodore's wound.

The hideous wound gradually closed.

Pansy cried with joy, and John stood up calmly.

He looked around and saw that the last saint also died under the death curse of Little Barty.

Little Barty's white temples extended upwards, and he looked quite haggard.

So far, the period of darkness in the magical world has passed.

This scene was also seen by everyone in the broadcast.

The second king personally led the team to complete all this.

And his reputation also became a legend in the magical world at this moment.

…

Mr. Wick.

This name became everyone’s honorific for John Wick.

In front of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, the cheers were so loud that they seemed to be heard by the Muggles next door.

Many people have already gathered here.

Some people are crying. They are lamenting the hardships of this period, and at the same time they are happy for their future.

There were also people cheering. Even though their king had been trying hard to prevent them from being shrouded in gloom, this was something to be happy about.

"All products are 20% off, celebrating our victory!" Fred cheered.

George also cheered: "The asylum flag is free!"

He is indeed the person who knows how to do business best in the Weasley family.

Their words immediately caused all the wizards to cheer, and they rushed into Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to buy things.

A joyful atmosphere is rendered.

The age of terror for the Saints is over.

All saints have become a thing of the past.

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International Confederation of Wizards.

The representatives from various countries also hugged and cheered like children.

This is a battle that has been troubling them for a long time.

The death of the last saint made them relax as never before.

Only Percy was not happy.

He stared at the screen with waves in his eyes.

"Where is Grindelwald?"

Someone asked a question, causing the joyful atmosphere to stagnate.

Then everyone turned to look at the king in the camera.

Yes, where is Grindelwald?

The king walked out of the tower. Could it be that he killed Grindelwald?

The changes in the tower just now were caught in their eyes.

But is Grindelwald so easy to deal with?

They couldn't even see any wounds on John's body.

Is Grindelwald too weak, or John Wick is too strong.

They wanted to see from the king's mouth that those things were finished.

Whether it’s Grindelwald’s life or the era of the saints.

They stared at the screen, waiting for Wang to speak.

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Hogwarts.

A mirror is broken.

Dumbledore looked at the fragments of the mirror and remained silent.

The finger was cut by the lens and bleeding.

He raised his hand and the wound stopped bleeding.

He understood that the two people had been in contact.

But he knew better that this contact would definitely not make people happy.

He was aware of Grindelwald's purpose.

That is a crazy person, no matter it was before or now, he looks the same.

It seems like you are the only one who has changed?

Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh.

The third of three brothers.

He always has been.

…

John looked around and saw that his losses were not big.

This is a war watched by wizards all over the world.

And did you win this war?

not at all.

Grindelwald left.

This is not the stage for him to sacrifice. He can see Grindelwald in the future and choose to arrange his death.

Between following the saint's death with dignity or trying to make magic greater, he chose the latter.

John also knew Grindelwald's current strength through the previous fight.

Level 7.

Without the use of the Elder Wand, John and Grindelwald's strength is almost the same.

With the blessing of the Elder Wand, the outcome of the two is still uncertain.

"You have been cruel all your life, and now you are talking about kindness?"

John sneered. If he didn't start the war in Nurmengard, did he think the stage was not big enough, or did he think this place couldn't be used as a resting place?

Grindelwald will not be merciful.

As he said, he is the other side of John Wick.

And John will not hand over everything easily.

The two big men under Nurmengard finally came to the end along the passage.

They stared at the rusty thing and looked at each other.

"I think I've seen this before."

"I also remember where I saw it."

Two IQs that once made Professor Flitwick slap his head and worry about it. After thinking for a while, they finally remembered what it was.

"I remember it was in a Muggle documentary, what did they call this..."

"I don't remember, I just remember that it would explode."

"Oh, it turns out it will explode."

After speaking, Gal paused and looked at Crabbe.

That slightly higher IQ finally worked.

The two people hurriedly ran up the stairs behind the passage.

"This is going to explode!"

They screamed in terror.

Crabbe was also kicked by Goyle's heel.

Ignoring the pain, they ran up and screamed.

And such noisy movement also attracted John.

The old antique corroded by magic power was walking hard for the last few minutes under the tower.

That’s a big thing that was born together with the Polish Ministry of Magic.

Its brother has disappeared. As a big fat man from the same family, it also needs to choose to take some people away.

There was a ticking sound.

The beating second hand reaches the last frame.

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America.

Webb was imprisoned in the most secret place.

He was being interrogated, and Muggle veritaserum, a substance that could relax people's nerves so that they could easily be asked about secrets, was injected into his body.

Webb, who was fully restrained, grinned.

It seems that I have been confused by this comfortable thing.

"what's your name?"

"Webb Dylan."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Yes."

The questioner is a doctor who serves a mysterious organization in the United States.

He stared at Webb, the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he was sarcastically saying that the so-called wizard was nothing more than that.

After Mr. Mike participated in the unrecorded negotiation, he was talking about the magical world incoherently.

As a top student who grew up in technology, the doctor scorned the so-called magic.

His opinion is that those magics are just advanced magics.

What can be done is just a small change.

With pistols and bullets, this wizard could be captured without any help.

There is nothing that technology cannot solve.