Chapter 707
Some of them communicated with the Muggle government, and some made the Muggle government very angry.
Not all governments in the Muggle world will foot the bill.
Once that trace of mystery is broken, awe will be gone.
And they could only stop the Saints as much as possible.
If you don't care, what those saints did will be blamed on all wizards.
A new witch hunt will begin.
"These days will not last long," John said, stopping the quarrel. "There are not many saints left. Their madness also costs their lives. Not many people can have this kind of consciousness."
Under the exploitation of magic cards, the living space of the saints declined.
Although there are still some active ones, there are far fewer of them.
Compared with that illusory thing, the majority of people have hot minds.
The Ministry of Magic now has saints who have surrendered.
At present, it only takes a while to stabilize the Muggles, and the saints will be completely wiped out.
There has been some good news from those in Muggle society.
About those who collaborated with Grindelwald are gradually found out.
The final ownership of those weapons will also be revealed.
Such a large number of weapons must have a place to store them.
Nurmengard will let those weapons get out of control, which is obviously not a good place.
As long as there are no Muggle weapons, the Saint is unable to cause substantial damage.
In essence, those people are just low-level wizards with unsatisfactory lives. Except for some people who are not very bright, who would give up a good life and join the precarious journey to death.
After this meeting, John traveled to London.
He stood on a high tower in London, and the raindrops disappeared as they fell around him.
John calmed down and tried another way to speed up.
Close your eyes and let the magic of your mind cover it with the help of the tower.
Countless noisy and explosive sounds poured into my mind.
John groaned, trying to distinguish among these sounds.
The magic of the mind is so powerful that even using Occlumency may not necessarily be able to evade it.
It's just that this puts a lot of burden on John.
He understood that he now lacked a chance to find Grindelwald.
And that opportunity is hidden in London.
Among the countless noisy sounds, John caught it.
That one belongs to the wizard who is missing an ear.
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Chapter 721: Tensions in Muggle society, resolved
John turned pale.
Mind magic was not able to control the screening target well. He had just forcibly found that voice among the millions of people in London.
The cacophony of millions of voices is enough to explode a person's brain in an instant.
Anyone else would have died on the spot after this move.
John stayed on the tower for half an hour, and his face finally gained some color.
He needed to get to the wizard's location as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, John took a step forward and his body fell rapidly.
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As time goes by, more things are dug out and fermented in Muggle society.
Although the government came forward to refute the rumors, these frightened people could not calm down.
In a tense society, even walking seems to be a little more cautious.
Some people who dress strangely can easily attract the attention of others.
There are also some people who are optimistic and always think that those terrible things have nothing to do with them.
But unfortunately, something terrible is approaching this city.
Garland Earl Neal appears at the subway station.
The subway passed by without noticing the wizard at all.
A batch of weapons capable of destroying half the city was placed underground in London.
Garland did not leave, he sat there, enjoying these last few days.
"You should know that we are just being used." Next to Garland.
The wizard who had taken away the weapons with him at the defense base was there.
"Yes, I know, Webb."
Webb was the wizard's name.
It was also the face that John had changed.
Garland said: "We have never served him, have we?"
Webb said solemnly: "We serve magic."
How can the declining magical world not make people heartbroken?
Garland graduated from Durmstrang. He grew up listening to the legend of Grindelwald, but he admired another person.
Like him, is Webb Dylan, a student who once went to school at Beauxbatons.
Their relationship with Grindelwald is complicated.
They may not be saints, but they share the same goal as Grindelwald, to make magic great again.
This goal is destined to be difficult, and it is completely impossible to achieve it by them.
So when Grindelwald brought that "power first" voice, making magic great again became their common pursuit.
"A few sacrifices are nothing. Our magic needs a crisis that is enough to make their rotten hearts beat again."
This was the plan Grindelwald told them.
"We're all the same," Garland said, "whether it's me, you, or Inge."
Yes, Inge.
The Minister of Magic.
They all feel helpless about the decadent society. Even the Minister of Magic of a country has no possibility of change.
So an extreme path became the only choice.
"The weak prey on the strong," Garland stood up, his left ear was cut open, "I don't resent those who attacked us, because they are the future of the magical world."
Webb was silent.
"Aren't you afraid that he will lie to us?"
"Liar?" Garland laughed silently, "The magical world is getting better, isn't it?"
This is irrefutable.
After the new leader came to power, everything changed for the better.
"I hope we won't make the wrong choice." Webb was speechless and chose to leave.
His death is not here, but somewhere else.
This is Garland's last moment.
When midnight passed, everyone was fast asleep.
This is from Garland Mercy.
For them, death is just a way to realize their dreams.
Webb left, and Garland watched as another subway passed by.
There are all kinds of Muggles in the subway, some are extremely drunk, and some are enjoying this rare leisure after get off work.
They didn't know that the God of Death was just above their heads.
The subway is out of service.
This means Garland doesn't have much time.
He glanced at the weapon that was entering the countdown, without too much sadness or fear.
A person walks into the subway station.
He stepped onto the railroad tracks and walked forward.
Garland smiled when he saw the visitor.
"I have imagined such a picture," Garland grinned, "the famous second king."
John looked at the person in front of him.
The owner of this face melted the walls of the defense base.
He also stole a large number of weapons belonging to Muggles.
Muggle weapons cannot be kept in the magical world for long, so they can only be placed in the Muggle world.
John drew his wand and tapped the wall.
The super-sensible spell is activated.
In the entire subway tunnel, there is a weapon placed at every certain distance.
This is not something that can be done in one day.
The attacks here and there during this period were intended to attract the attention of the Aurors so that these things could be accomplished.
The person in front of him was not as crazy as the other saints. John did not take action immediately, but asked: "Why do you do this?"
"If you are here for the wizarding world, then you should know that such behavior will only accelerate the death of the wizarding world."
One by one, the saints are using the slogan of building a new magical world, but they are doing the most destructive things to the world.
Garland chuckled and said, "The second king asked me?"
"I'm not sure either," he smiled wildly, without any madness in his eyes, "it's just that Grindelwald told me that doing this can make magic great again."
"You believe a mere word?" John said lightly, "How charming is Grindelwald?"
"He just told me how cruel this world is," Garland said, shaking his head. "In your opinion, we may be extremely stupid."
"But the world is indeed changing."
Garland smiled evilly, "Every obstacle you put in your way disappeared under the attack of the saints, right?"
"That's right." Surprisingly, John nodded in agreement.
"Make magic great again," John glanced at Garland and said, "So you either destroy the world, or you advance the world to the point where it cannot be destroyed."
"Am I right?"
Garland was stunned for a moment and said with emotion: "You are absolutely right."
"So I'm going to take action against you," Garland drew out his wand and smiled. "After all, only those who are strong enough can survive."
"Power is supreme. I think you are familiar with this."
