Chapter 666 Evil, Justice
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Crouch and his son are both Slytherins.
Twisted and not forthright are always written on the face.
Old Batty was proud of his son, but he always kept this pride in his heart and never said it out.
It is also because of this that in the eyes of Barty Jr., his father never regarded him as proud, so he came up with the idea of joining the Death Eaters to prove himself.
But this disaster made Batty Sr. almost lose his son again.
What he once owed has not been made up, which makes him afraid.
The current old Batty is not the best Minister of Magic in a century, let alone a candidate for the International Federation of Wizards.
He was just a father, a father who was afraid of losing his son.
The father and son reconciled here.
Odom's voice came.
"Hey, there's another one here, give me a hand!"
Odom couldn't save people with one hand, so he grabbed the person buried under the rubble and dragged him outside.
Barty Sr. and Barty Jr. go.
They cleared the heavy loads on top and had people being dragged out.
"Why does it look familiar?" Odom stared at the face of the rescued person.
Suddenly, the rescued person opened his eyes.
Odom was taken aback.
"Are you okay?" Odom said to the blood-stained man.
The other party didn't respond, just looked at himself.
Odom was a little upset, and he didn't need to thank him for saving his life.
He looked around and said: "We need to reorganize the personnel rescue, first we need to leave."
As a candidate who can be nominated, Odom is not a mediocrity.
The attack did not reach the Sky Castle, where the wizards do not know what happened.
"I'll take Ms. Zhang down, Batty...Old Batty, you can bring your son here later."
Odom glanced at the father and son, and said to the rescued person, "Can you still move, and leave with us."
The dumbfounded appearance of the rescued made people wonder if he had damaged his brain.
Little Barty looked at each other, and the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.
Suddenly, the man yelled, "Make magic great again!"
It was Starr, who wasn't dead, but didn't intend to live either.
He let go of something in his hand, it was a button.
"Armor Protection (Protego)"
Old Batty didn't think about it, and pointed his wand at Little Batty.
Flames surrounded the area.
Odom had no time to react, his body had been swallowed.
"Father!"
The violent explosion blew Barty Jr. away.
Under the firelight, he saw old Batty's guilty eyes.
The terrible explosion caused the castle in the sky to be damaged again.
Booming vibrations.
Barty Jr. rolled a dozen times on the ground and almost fainted.
He fell to the ground, just in time to see a dozen falling objects in the sky, dragging the flames, flying towards this side.
A fall is a devastating blow that destroys everything.
Without hesitation, enduring his grief, Little Barty picked up the wand that Old Barty had dropped, and used Apparition to leave.
Jing Zhang looked at the approaching death, let herself sit up, and straightened the ends of her hair.
Three consecutive crashes fell into the air castle, completely destroying this place.
The rest, amidst the screams of the inhabitants, destroyed the place.
It was a disaster in the history of magic.
Everyone who survived that disaster will never forget it.
The devastation that Muggle technology had on magic that day.
The proud magic is so fragile.
This disaster made people see the insignificance of magic, the weakness of wizards, and the power of Muggles.
And this disaster is far from over.
...
On the east side of the Kingdom of Bhutan, a group of wizards and Muggle-dressed people did not speak.
They just watched the explosion signal that came back in silence.
In the void, a golden thread cut open.
Then a passage appeared.
John came out of it.
He was silent and asked, "Why?"
"Magic society is in decline," said the pedantic old man with glasses on his face. "We have to save it."
"Your rescue killed thousands of people."
There was endless coldness in John's eyes.
Although he got the position from the general and came here, he was still a step late.
The old pedant said: "They don't understand this, they don't understand the harm caused by Muggles, this is a wake-up call."
His voice stopped abruptly.
The body was shattered by white light.
John didn't put down his wand, but looked at the others.
A young man stepped forward and said, "To make magic great again, my lord Second King."
"The birth of a hero is accompanied by the existence of demons," the young man said, "one body has two sides, and there must be evil before there can be justice."
"Only in this way can a hero be born who leads everyone on the right path."
John knew that these people had no regrets.
They are like martyrs, willing to die for their ideals.
John raised his wand, and white ripples radiated out.
Everyone dies.
He opened the passage and went to the place where magic originated.
There was devastation everywhere, and the wailing under the ruins continued.
This is Grindelwald's ultimate goal, a performance that will deceive everyone.
John looked numb, and he walked towards the sky castle.
Someone asked him for help on the road, but he didn't seem to hear.
Step by step towards the destroyed castle, John saw it.
He sees his partner.
Yes, it's him.
That almost carbonized body.
John walked numbly.
He lost, lost completely.
With careful planning, he wanted to push Barty Sr. to that position.
But it turned out to be a huge failure.
He reached out to touch Old Barty's hand, and when he touched it dropped debris.
"Looks like I'm not smart enough."
John stared at Old Batty's body, and he got up slowly.
Like a walking dead, he walked down.
death.
cry.
wail.
The flames smelled of burning, and the wailing under the ruins.
Cries of loss, moans of pain.
Everything is impacting the second king's heart.
He thought he had been through enough.
Killing Voldemort was enough to put himself at the top.
The cruel Hogwarts battle that was enough to make him proud.
John's heart twitched.
He tripped, and he looked up.
The half of the body buried under the ruins was exposed, and that face was Theodore.
Seeing his familiar face, John's numb expression finally had another color.
He waved his hand to remove the weight on Theodore, dragged the man out, and he used the healing spell to make Theodore heal.
Theodore wakes up and he sees John.
John put the man down, his body burst into light.
Then fly to the sky.
Like a little sun, he attracted everyone under this disaster.
John waved his wand.
The passage in front of you opens.
The Protoss Divine Guard appeared, and the little golden figures jumped from the sky and turned into Divine Guards when they landed.
Immediately afterwards, he waved again, "Guardian bodyguard."
A streak of silver light flew out of the wand and fell to the ground.
Where he pointed, a bit element guard stood up.
They move the ruins and rescue the people inside.
White light condenses on the tip of the wand and falls from the sky.
Wherever the light shines, the wounded are healed.
At this moment, John seemed like a god descended into the world.
His radiance falls on every wizard.
An employee of the Ministry of Magic was treated by white light. He watched the scene, silently raised his wand, and used projection magic.
The extinguished images of the Ministry of Magic of various countries gradually lighted up.
Everyone who was affected by the attack just now was watching there.
They saw that the second king shed light.
They saw that the second king saved the world.
This disaster, with the help of John.
In the ruins of death, thousands of wizards were rescued.
They all looked at the man who was like a god.
Facing everyone's eyes, John slowly fell.
He didn't speak, just walked by silently.
The wizard looked at him.
John stopped and said lightly, "Go home and take them back."
No one objected to his words.
The wizard found his family and friends, and they watched the dead, tears falling silently.
From evil comes justice.
Heroes are born after disasters.
...
Twisted and not forthright are always written on the face.
Old Batty was proud of his son, but he always kept this pride in his heart and never said it out.
It is also because of this that in the eyes of Barty Jr., his father never regarded him as proud, so he came up with the idea of joining the Death Eaters to prove himself.
But this disaster made Batty Sr. almost lose his son again.
What he once owed has not been made up, which makes him afraid.
The current old Batty is not the best Minister of Magic in a century, let alone a candidate for the International Federation of Wizards.
He was just a father, a father who was afraid of losing his son.
The father and son reconciled here.
Odom's voice came.
"Hey, there's another one here, give me a hand!"
Odom couldn't save people with one hand, so he grabbed the person buried under the rubble and dragged him outside.
Barty Sr. and Barty Jr. go.
They cleared the heavy loads on top and had people being dragged out.
"Why does it look familiar?" Odom stared at the face of the rescued person.
Suddenly, the rescued person opened his eyes.
Odom was taken aback.
"Are you okay?" Odom said to the blood-stained man.
The other party didn't respond, just looked at himself.
Odom was a little upset, and he didn't need to thank him for saving his life.
He looked around and said: "We need to reorganize the personnel rescue, first we need to leave."
As a candidate who can be nominated, Odom is not a mediocrity.
The attack did not reach the Sky Castle, where the wizards do not know what happened.
"I'll take Ms. Zhang down, Batty...Old Batty, you can bring your son here later."
Odom glanced at the father and son, and said to the rescued person, "Can you still move, and leave with us."
The dumbfounded appearance of the rescued made people wonder if he had damaged his brain.
Little Barty looked at each other, and the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.
Suddenly, the man yelled, "Make magic great again!"
It was Starr, who wasn't dead, but didn't intend to live either.
He let go of something in his hand, it was a button.
"Armor Protection (Protego)"
Old Batty didn't think about it, and pointed his wand at Little Batty.
Flames surrounded the area.
Odom had no time to react, his body had been swallowed.
"Father!"
The violent explosion blew Barty Jr. away.
Under the firelight, he saw old Batty's guilty eyes.
The terrible explosion caused the castle in the sky to be damaged again.
Booming vibrations.
Barty Jr. rolled a dozen times on the ground and almost fainted.
He fell to the ground, just in time to see a dozen falling objects in the sky, dragging the flames, flying towards this side.
A fall is a devastating blow that destroys everything.
Without hesitation, enduring his grief, Little Barty picked up the wand that Old Barty had dropped, and used Apparition to leave.
Jing Zhang looked at the approaching death, let herself sit up, and straightened the ends of her hair.
Three consecutive crashes fell into the air castle, completely destroying this place.
The rest, amidst the screams of the inhabitants, destroyed the place.
It was a disaster in the history of magic.
Everyone who survived that disaster will never forget it.
The devastation that Muggle technology had on magic that day.
The proud magic is so fragile.
This disaster made people see the insignificance of magic, the weakness of wizards, and the power of Muggles.
And this disaster is far from over.
...
On the east side of the Kingdom of Bhutan, a group of wizards and Muggle-dressed people did not speak.
They just watched the explosion signal that came back in silence.
In the void, a golden thread cut open.
Then a passage appeared.
John came out of it.
He was silent and asked, "Why?"
"Magic society is in decline," said the pedantic old man with glasses on his face. "We have to save it."
"Your rescue killed thousands of people."
There was endless coldness in John's eyes.
Although he got the position from the general and came here, he was still a step late.
The old pedant said: "They don't understand this, they don't understand the harm caused by Muggles, this is a wake-up call."
His voice stopped abruptly.
The body was shattered by white light.
John didn't put down his wand, but looked at the others.
A young man stepped forward and said, "To make magic great again, my lord Second King."
"The birth of a hero is accompanied by the existence of demons," the young man said, "one body has two sides, and there must be evil before there can be justice."
"Only in this way can a hero be born who leads everyone on the right path."
John knew that these people had no regrets.
They are like martyrs, willing to die for their ideals.
John raised his wand, and white ripples radiated out.
Everyone dies.
He opened the passage and went to the place where magic originated.
There was devastation everywhere, and the wailing under the ruins continued.
This is Grindelwald's ultimate goal, a performance that will deceive everyone.
John looked numb, and he walked towards the sky castle.
Someone asked him for help on the road, but he didn't seem to hear.
Step by step towards the destroyed castle, John saw it.
He sees his partner.
Yes, it's him.
That almost carbonized body.
John walked numbly.
He lost, lost completely.
With careful planning, he wanted to push Barty Sr. to that position.
But it turned out to be a huge failure.
He reached out to touch Old Barty's hand, and when he touched it dropped debris.
"Looks like I'm not smart enough."
John stared at Old Batty's body, and he got up slowly.
Like a walking dead, he walked down.
death.
cry.
wail.
The flames smelled of burning, and the wailing under the ruins.
Cries of loss, moans of pain.
Everything is impacting the second king's heart.
He thought he had been through enough.
Killing Voldemort was enough to put himself at the top.
The cruel Hogwarts battle that was enough to make him proud.
John's heart twitched.
He tripped, and he looked up.
The half of the body buried under the ruins was exposed, and that face was Theodore.
Seeing his familiar face, John's numb expression finally had another color.
He waved his hand to remove the weight on Theodore, dragged the man out, and he used the healing spell to make Theodore heal.
Theodore wakes up and he sees John.
John put the man down, his body burst into light.
Then fly to the sky.
Like a little sun, he attracted everyone under this disaster.
John waved his wand.
The passage in front of you opens.
The Protoss Divine Guard appeared, and the little golden figures jumped from the sky and turned into Divine Guards when they landed.
Immediately afterwards, he waved again, "Guardian bodyguard."
A streak of silver light flew out of the wand and fell to the ground.
Where he pointed, a bit element guard stood up.
They move the ruins and rescue the people inside.
White light condenses on the tip of the wand and falls from the sky.
Wherever the light shines, the wounded are healed.
At this moment, John seemed like a god descended into the world.
His radiance falls on every wizard.
An employee of the Ministry of Magic was treated by white light. He watched the scene, silently raised his wand, and used projection magic.
The extinguished images of the Ministry of Magic of various countries gradually lighted up.
Everyone who was affected by the attack just now was watching there.
They saw that the second king shed light.
They saw that the second king saved the world.
This disaster, with the help of John.
In the ruins of death, thousands of wizards were rescued.
They all looked at the man who was like a god.
Facing everyone's eyes, John slowly fell.
He didn't speak, just walked by silently.
The wizard looked at him.
John stopped and said lightly, "Go home and take them back."
No one objected to his words.
The wizard found his family and friends, and they watched the dead, tears falling silently.
From evil comes justice.
Heroes are born after disasters.
...
