Chapter 632
Watson looked at John and then at the candy box in front of him. He asked tentatively: "Don't you think there are some steps missing? For example, take it apart and feed it to me?"
Ariana tilted her head, took out a new box and handed it to Watson.
Watson took two steps back, covered his heart, and murmured: "Impossible, I don't believe my wife will be like this."
He hurriedly looked at his wife. Mrs. Wick was taking apart the roses and picking out the two best ones and putting them in the vase.
"I always thought John's room was too boring."
Mrs. Wick looked at her husband who was kneeling in front of her in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with him.
"Damn it! Why did you lose so completely!" Watson said unwillingly.
John was speechless. Ever since he was left behind at Christmas, his father had become more and more eager to prove his status as the younger brother of the family.
He didn't understand why Watson and his son had any rivalry.
Little did he know that Watson was stimulated.
He worked hard to make John a rich second generation before he turned eighteen.
As a result, John had a "Downton Abbey" when he was in school, as well as a lot of younger brothers who seemed to be untouchable.
Your father wants you to be the rich second generation! What kind of business are you starting?
Confused by Watson's strange meaning, John had to do business after staying at home for a few days.
His first thing was to integrate his two forces.
The Silver Hand Alliance, the Ancient Alliance.
Needless to say, the Silver Hand Alliance, all those who entered the Silver Hand Manor banquet were.
But the ancient alliance was a little different, Lucius came forward to reorder.
It can be said that these people have not yet met John.
The awe of John is not to the level of the Silver Hand League.
If an interest group similar to the Silver Hand Alliance is not allowed to be controlled by John, it will be disbanded.
This is John's idea and represents the second king at the same time.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, John wore a luxurious robe and reached out to touch the alexandrite on his left hand.
Staring at himself in the mirror, John smiled slightly.
"Funny, isn't it."
Stretching out his finger, he traced it across the mirror.
A golden vertical line splits the middle of the mirror.
There was a noise from the other side of the passage.
John took a step forward, and the sound of neither light nor heavy footsteps stopped.
…
Surrounded by gorgeous decorations, the crystal lamp on the top exudes a hazy white light.
All the people from the Twenty-Eight Ancient Clan and the Silver Hand Alliance are here.
They are the two largest interests in the UK, paying more than half of the Ministry of Magic's taxes.
They gathered at Silver Hand Manor, some of the ancient clans were still arrogant.
Mr. Weasley tugged on his collar. He glanced at Percy beside him and didn't like this situation very much.
Mr. Longbottom took his wife to talk to some of his former friends.
"Is that Rita Skeeter?" Mr. Weasley noticed the woman in the green shirt.
The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet is actually from the Silver Hand Alliance?
Not only that, they also saw other people, including envoys from foreign countries.
He recognized the young man with whom Pierce had a pleasant conversation, the son of Charles Rolland, the French Minister of Magic.
People from all walks of life are present, which allows him to be basically sure that under the operation of this interest group, no industry can escape their control.
"Dad, you see," Percy said, standing next to him, "survival of the fittest, we always have to make a choice."
Although Mr. Weasley didn't want to admit it, Percy's words made people have to pay attention.
The lively and noisy talk disappeared with the golden passage that appeared out of thin air.
Under everyone's gaze, the second king of the magical world appeared.
John was on the second floor, appearing like a king looking down.
"Sir Silverhand."
"Mr. Wick."
Different voices sounded in the field, making it sound even noisier.
John frowned, snapped his fingers, and the surrounding lights dimmed.
"The obscurity of the past must be removed, and a new path lies beneath our feet."
The passage behind him disappeared, and this hand alone was enough to make people take a breath.
Because Silver Hand Manor has anti-Apparition magic.
But John was not relieved.
Little thoughts were restrained, and everyone listened intently to John's voice.
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Chapter 648 Suppression, Power
The palm with the emerald green ring caressed the bronze railing.
John slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor.
"Five years ago, this place was in chaos."
"Families are supposed to be allies, but for some benefit they become mortal enemies."
"A disorderly society breeds moths and eats away at the profit space."
"The gap in information leads to injustice, unfair transactions lead to conflicts, and conflicts lead to killings."
The stairs ended under his feet, and his feet entered the same space as everyone else on the first floor.
John looked calm and said: "Killing makes magic decay."
His eyes swept over the big shots, and some people with two minds avoided his eyes.
John didn't care but started walking in the scene. Wherever he passed, someone would consciously give way to a path.
"Interests are both a shackle and a pivot."
"We gather because of our interests, we are united because of our interests, and we are bound by our interests."
"I don't want to see the killings between wizards. The rules I set serve the wizards and serve more power."
"Fairness, everywhere, is full of contradictions."
"I can't make all wizards fair, but I can guarantee," John stopped, he was already in the center of the crowd, "what I saw is fair."
His eyes fell on the three people in front of him.
The surrounding wizards moved away, leaving the three of them in plain sight.
The three of them didn't expect this, and they became visibly panicked.
"Yaxley, Avery, Carol."
He called the names one by one, walked up to the three of them, and asked calmly: "I forgive you for being my enemy, why don't you cherish it?"
Yaxley held on to his composure and asked in confusion: "Mr. Wick, we have never been your enemy."
John smiled, turning his back on them and walking toward one end.
"What Voldemort gave you was nothing but fear. What I gave you was generosity that allowed you to survive."
"It's a pity that you have failed to live up to my generosity," John said lightly, "Do you think I don't know who is behind the scenes in the materials industry?"
"Let me think about it, what is your goal now," John said, "Do you want to damage the reputation of the Longbottom family? Or do you want to collapse this alliance?"
"It's surprising that Voldemort can keep you loyal even after his death."
John raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A dueling platform was created on the ground between the two sides.
John stood on top calmly and said with an indifferent expression: "Come up, or be expelled now."
Seeing that his deeds were exposed, Yaxley looked at each other with Carlo and Avery.
They stepped onto the duel stage at the same time.
The gesture was met with boos.
Those people accused them of being shameless.
John raised his hand and pressed softly to make the sound disappear.
"My friends, there is no shame in doing what you can," John chuckled. "Power can make people feel lost. I'm glad that someone knows their own worth."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Their mocking and contemptuous eyes were like knives cutting off the dignity of the three of them.
This made Yaxley's face turn red and he felt even more resentful towards John.
The three men got into a fighting stance.
John said calmly: "I think you may have forgotten the etiquette you should have before a duel."
He pulled out his wand and raised it slowly.
"Now... take a bow."
A force pressed on the three of them, forcing their bodies to bend.
No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. John calmly forced the three former members of the Twenty-Eight Clan to bow at ninety degrees.
This strength is frightening.
You must know that the strength of these people is not lower than that of Aurors.
John nodded slightly and ended, and the power on the three of them disappeared.
Without even thinking about taking action at the same time.
"PetrificusTotalus"
"Expelliarmus"
"Stupefy"
Three rays of light flew toward John.
John raised his wand and three spells were blocked.
Then the three of them cooperated seamlessly and continued to shoot magic.
But without exception, they all stopped in front of John and couldn't even get close to him.
John was flexing his muscles and telling everyone that his strength was not that of a student just out of school.
The alliance is an investment. How can we make people feel at ease if we don't let them see their own strength?
So when John blocked all the attacks without moving, those who showed admiration sighed. The heads of the newly joined ancient alliance all had different expressions.
"Okay, I think it's time for you to rest."
Turning his head to avoid a ray of green light, John looked at Carlo who was using the curse, raised his hand and a white light instantly penetrated his body.
Carol looked ferocious, looking at the white light penetrating her body in disbelief.
