Chapter 749
"Then continue to trust me," John said with a smile in his eyes, "Let me take you to see a whole new world."
First king, if you don’t want the ministers, let me lead them.
It's time for the wizards to see it.
The disappearance of the first and second.
In the magical world, all it takes is one king.
The strongest one!
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Chapter 759 Look at me, the number one king
Hogwarts.
"Albus?"
Slughorn seldom moved around. Ever since he was deceived by his dear student, he had paid a little attention to the group of Potions Masters.
But he refused all invitations to go out to parties.
Who knows if he might be dragged into the potions department in the name of a party.
You must know that this method has left the Potion Master Association with very few people.
This time he took the wizard chess and wanted to play chess with his old friends.
But what surprised him was that his old friend was not at school.
Thinking about it carefully, Dumbledore didn't show up during dinner yesterday.
He went to Professor McGonagall and asked, "Minerva, have you seen Albus?"
"Albus?" Professor McGonagall was busy with the exam. He was stunned when he heard this, "Isn't he in his office?"
"I think so, I just came over there." Slughorn didn't even put down the wizard chess piece in his hand.
It's a pity that Professor McGonagall doesn't know where the former headmaster has gone.
The owl seems to have arrived extra late today.
Ginny in the library is making her last effort.
The exam is coming soon, and she hopes to improve her grades.
Bill sometimes sent her letters, but of course they weren't owls.
Through the portal of the Ministry of Magic, specialized personnel deliver letters to Bill, a man who lives on the magic island.
Bill expressed a lot of happiness to his family in the letter. This was an unprecedented and huge change.
The entire wizarding world will be shaken by what happened to them.
Mr. Weasley, the Director of the Ministry of Magic, is also very curious about what the place where the Magic Association is like is like.
Even he, the head of the Weasley family of the Twenty-eight Ancient Clan and a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, was not qualified to go to that place.
Bill was the only one in his family who worked there.
He followed a magic teacher, an old man who once wrote books on magic.
The old man was too old, just like Spencer and the others. Even his name took a while to be remembered with a slap on the thigh.
The Researchers Association used to immerse themselves in research. Not only was the efficiency low, it also caused huge problems in terms of inheritance.
Therefore, the new magic association changed the system, and each of the living fossils led several advanced apprentices to carry out magic research.
In this process, there is no need to do it yourself, and the apprentice can help with some things.
This greatly reduces the pressure on each living fossil, and can also cultivate a new batch of magic scholars over time.
Bill was once an excellent curse-breaker, and his strategy was about curses and the application of magic.
In Egypt, sleeping mummies would protect themselves with powerful curses in order to protect their bodies after death.
Bill is dealing with these and is employed by Gringotts. It can be roughly understood that they are a group of tomb robbers.
The valuable treasures that lifted the curse were all collected by Gringotts.
It is really confusing to let a group of outstanding wizards steal their own compatriots on behalf of aliens in an open and honest manner. The previous Ministry of Magic did not care.
Ginny was attracted by the place Bill described. She had two goals, one was to become a professional female Quidditch player, and the other was to go to where Bill worked.
Both goals require extra effort on her part.
The lively girl is working hard at her desk.
Ms. Pince's harsh eyes passed over this group of uneasy little wizards.
No one cherishes these crystallizations of wisdom from the magical world more than she does.
Neville knew this very well during his school days.
Except for a few worrying little lions who were driven out with brooms and dusters, everything was fine... right?
"Gu Gu."
"Clang, bang, clang..."
The windows of the library were full of owls, and some impatient owls tapped their beaks on the glass.
The noisy sound instantly drowned out the sound of studying.
With a dark look on her face, Ms. Pince walked to a window and opened it, waving her hands to drive away the annoying owl.
The owl flew up, fluttering its feathers, and the newspapers were thrown in.
Ms. Pince was in a hurry, and the owls just wanted to complete their mission.
They swarmed through the windows and made the library a mess.
The tragic situation here attracted Filch's attention. He hurriedly put the box on the table and ran in to catch the owls that flew in for Ms. Pince.
Ginny was studying when an owl flying overhead dropped a newspaper and hit her on the head.
This made her very angry. She grabbed the newspaper and twisted it into a bundle, trying to knock the owl down.
On the twisted newspaper, his brother's appearance appeared on it.
"Percy?"
Ginny hesitated and opened the crumpled newspaper.
"The End of the Saints, Victory in the War with the Muggle Army"
She saw Percy, her brother, lip-syncing over and over again in front of the focused camera.
"We won."
"Daily Prophet"
"The Quibbler"
No matter which newspaper it is, it has the same news.
Victory.
This battle lasted for a year and brought great harm to the wizarding world.
The Saints fall and Grindelwald is defeated by John Wick.
The war with Muggles ended with the arrival of the king.
it's all over.
Peace is restored in the magical world.
Ginny stared at the newspaper.
The sound of an owl flapping around sounded in my ears, Ms. Pince's angry roar, and Filch's exclamation when his arm was scratched.
After finally driving out all the owls, Ms. Pince had a few feathers on her head.
"These things better have no feces on their paws." Filch was furious.
But he looked around and felt something was wrong, and said in surprise: "There seems to be something wrong."
It's so quiet.
On weekdays, when those students encounter this kind of situation, each one is more excited than the other.
Rather than dull study, students wish that there were different things happening in school every day.
The students were holding a newspaper, and they were focused on it, as if it were some kind of treasure.
Filch scratched his head and thoughtfully took the bird feather away for Ms. Pince.
The next second.
The piercing screams and deafening cheers broke through the roof of the library.
A third-year Gryffindor student jumped up on the table and jumped happily.
Crazy, all crazy.
Ms. Pince was frightened, and Filch stretched out his hand to stop her, saying in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Are these students going crazy because they are under too much pressure to study?
Filch thought it would be up to the professors to handle it.
He ran out, and Ms. Pince was surrounded by a group of students. This stern librarian was so helpless for the first time.
The girls hugged Ms. Pings and screamed at high decibels to kill her.
Filch found Professor Flitwick. For some reason, this amiable little old man happily danced a waltz there alone.
He had no choice but to turn his hope for help to the Head of Hufflepuff, who was walking quickly.
"Professor Sprout, you need to go take a look..."
Before he finished speaking, Sprout roared with a smile and danced hand in hand with Professor Flitwick.
"Crazy, crazy, is this a curse?"
Filch's hair stood on end and he hurriedly ran towards the most steady Professor McGonagall.
When I walked over and took a look, I saw Professor McGonagall sitting there in a daze.
There was an open newspaper on the table, which made her unable to regain her consciousness for a long time.
A young Gryffindor lion who had been punished with confinement ran over in a panic.
"Professor McGonagall is bad, things have been stolen!"
Hogwarts is weird today.
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Godric's Hollow.
Dumbledore, who wanted to enjoy his old age, hunched his back and cut off the excess leaves that were tangled in the garden.
After cutting for a while, he straightened up, clenched his fist and hit his waist.
"Old." He said.
"Why, Albus?" Grindelwald, who almost died from blood loss, asked, "Why did you save me?"
"You want him to live completely for this world."
Dumbledore looked at his old friend with a complicated expression, "This is too cruel to him."
"Isn't that bad?" Grindelwald asked, "He will become the king of this world and lead this world, so that all wizards can live openly."
"But what about John?" Dumbledore sighed, "He is only eighteen years old. You let him be trapped by the shackles called expectation, and his will no longer belongs to him."
The hero who killed Grindelwald, the king everyone expected.
The guilt and responsibility in his heart lingered endlessly on his young body. He could not live for himself. He could only live as the king, the child named John Wick, forever staying on the most painful day at the age of eighteen.
The wise old man saw through Grindelwald's conspiracy, and Dumbledore did not want John to become such a person.
