Chapter 669 The Bomb of the Polish Ministry of Magic
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Magic is decaying.
Heroes are born from the ruins.
Terrified people follow heroes.
Grindelwald returns to Poland.
Grimm, who had seen what happened at the election meeting, walked out of the Ministry of Magic and stopped him.
"What should I call you?" Grimm's expression was complicated, mixed with anger and despair, "Are you going to kill me? Just like you killed other people?"
"Grimm, I will not kill you."
Grindelwald, with Yingge's face on his face, shook his head and said, "I won't kill anyone."
"Thousands of lives in Bhutan."
"I didn't kill that," said Grindelwald, "that was a sacrifice to magic."
"To make magic great again, we need to break the old rules."
Grindelwald raised his right hand, on which was an image of an explosion.
"Did you see it?"
"Yes, I saw it." Grim nodded.
"How terrible it is." Grindelwald said in a deep voice, "No wizard can survive such an attack."
"I just let everyone see the threats and maliciousness of Muggles."
There is pity for magic in his eyes, like a saint who is compassionate.
"Trust me, trust me like you once did."
His expression is moving.
Grimm said, "It's hard for me."
"I know, my friend," Grindelwald said, shaking his head, "I'm saying goodbye to you."
"I will leave here, everything here will be handed over to you, and protect our compatriots."
He turned around and walked outside. He really didn't intend to continue to interfere with the Polish Ministry of Magic.
Grim watched him leave and let go of his clenched fist.
"Grindelwald, I won't believe you."
As Grim spoke, he turned and walked into the Ministry of Magic.
The current Ministry of Magic has no leader, and he needs to protect the wizards here.
Grindelwald's face gradually changed back to its original appearance.
"What shall we do now?"
A young man appears beside Grindelwald.
If John is here, he can recognize this as the wizard who appeared at the defense base.
Another person appeared, the wizard who carried away the weapons that day.
"I think our compatriots are still fantasizing about peaceful coexistence with Muggles."
Grindelwald looked at the gradually improving wizarding gathering place, and said, "We need to spread the news."
"what news?"
"A Polish thing."
now.
The new Black Sector employees took the elevator to the bottom floor.
He lit up the hand of glory and walked towards the dark place.
"Tick, tick, tick..."
"what sound?"
The employee was taken aback and walked towards that place.
With the help of the meager light of the Hand of Glory, he came to the source of the sound.
He stared at the strange thing, reached out and knocked.
It was a big metal pipe, looking fat and cute.
"Is this the alarm clock?"
He saw a note taped to the side.
There is a sentence written on the note.
"The alarm clock."
Some employees don't understand.
He stared blankly for a while.
"Tick."
The sound stopped.
Grindelwald took one last look at the Polish Ministry of Magic.
He Apparated and disappeared.
...
The Polish branch of the Silver Hand Johnny store.
"I want to go back."
Tang Mi said: "Next, I will leave the matter here to you, Joe."
The silver-handed security guard named Joe nodded.
Tang Mi looked at the newspaper.
His gaze swept over the list of those who were found dead.
Lippi Kerber.
He could confirm that Oz already knew.
The heart is throbbing.
Some time ago, the friend who had made an appointment with me turned around and died.
The unreality of all this almost makes people faint.
Tang Mi tried hard to be cautious.
"My lord still needs me, and Ozzy needs me."
He looked at John in the newspaper.
That face seemed ruthless.
That is numbness.
Tommy Shelby.
It started when he saw the boy in that cage.
He knew that that person was worth following.
How much blow did he go through to make himself like this?
Tang Mi didn't want to stay for a moment, he wanted to go there.
Go back to Ozzy's side and go to the adult's side.
"He needs me."
Tang Mi finally shook hands with Joe, and he bid farewell to the place.
After he stepped into the fireplace and was consumed by blue flames.
Joe heard that there seemed to be movement outside.
He frowned, seeing the employees looking out in horror.
He squeezed out and looked over there.
The air pressure hit, and immediately there was an unresponsive high temperature.
Joe's body was quickly evaporated.
...
"Grandpa, you can't always make me do this."
The little boy who helped with the purchase mustered up his courage and said, "That's money for studying."
"Study, study!" said the old man angrily, "I think you are stupid!"
"What can you learn to do? Wait until you have money, so you won't be hungry!"
"But I have studied well and become an excellent wizard when I grow up, so I don't have to continue doing this." The little boy hid the little wizard card behind and said, "Become a powerful wizard, and I can make you not have to work for the rest of your life." .”
The old man was taken aback when he heard the words, and was a little dazed seeing his grandson's serious expression.
I seem to have forgotten that my grandson said this many times.
"I want to become a righteous wizard," the little boy said firmly, "then even if he doesn't make money like this, grandpa can live a good life."
The old man scolded: "You brat."
He raised his hand, making the little boy think he was about to be beaten again.
But this time, he made up his mind not to let Grandpa continue to make mistakes.
In the next second, the imaginary beating did not come.
A rough old hand fell on his head.
The old man rubbed his grandson's hair and sighed, "Then study hard."
The little boy's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Grandpa, you..."
The little boy had a smile on his face.
His words were not finished.
The all-destructive shock came here.
devour them.
...
"The second king."
The representatives of various countries at the International Federation of Wizards looked at the young man who looked like the son of a god.
The wave of the Second Dynasty that swept across Europe not long ago made people see that terrible force.
Bulgarian Minister of Magic Oblansk hesitated: "Choose him?"
The Second King is not like Dumbledore.
He is ambitious and visible to all.
From Knockturn Alley at the beginning, to half of Europe behind.
The second king's ambitions swelled, and in just a few years, Europe had to regard him as one of its biggest opponents.
He is not Dumbledore, he does not have the natural self-awareness of the common people, and he is not a saint.
In all the countries present, how many Ministry of Magic had to negotiate because of the arrival of the Second Dynasty.
Those who do not submit conquer.
The ambition of the second king will swallow the whole of Europe, and even the world.
Therefore, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic hesitated. He hoped to have a hero who saved the world, but he also wanted a saint.
The Second King was an ambitious man, but for some reason, there seemed to be no Ministry of Magic on his quest.
But at this moment, the Ministry of Magic wants to bring it in on its own initiative.
"John Wick, he's not Dumbledore."
Roland waved his wand, and the image in the newspaper flew out.
"Look at him, he is already a hero." Minister Roland said, "He saved more than 1000 lives."
"We see his nobility, and society sees his nobility."
The image is zoomed in for all to see.
"It's not that John Wick needs us," Percy said now, with a menacing gleam in his eyes, "it's that we need John Wick."
"He doesn't need to be a hero because he's already a hero."
Percy looked at Yalefan, and in those young eyes, it was suddenly reminiscent.
This is a star.
A shining star from among the stars.
Unconsciously, Percy began to dominate the council.
He glanced at those representatives who were still hesitating, and said lightly: "He will be a hero, guiding those who are confused."
"Without him, is there any meaning to the current International Federation of Wizards?"
"Percy Weasley, don't forget that you are also one of us," a wizard said angrily, "You are belittling yourself."
"I never was."
Percy's words were so amazing that people's jaws dropped.
He scanned the audience lightly, his tone flat but firm.
"I follow my king, and the stars shine."
He leaned forward slightly, like a battle-tested politician full of oppression.
"Now, my king, I will spread this light to the entire magical world."
The aggressive eyes make people completely forget that this is a 22-year-old young man.
At this moment, a piece of paper flew in front of Minister Roland.
He picked it up and glanced casually.
This glance changed his expression greatly.
"Something happened in Poland!"
...
Heroes are born from the ruins.
Terrified people follow heroes.
Grindelwald returns to Poland.
Grimm, who had seen what happened at the election meeting, walked out of the Ministry of Magic and stopped him.
"What should I call you?" Grimm's expression was complicated, mixed with anger and despair, "Are you going to kill me? Just like you killed other people?"
"Grimm, I will not kill you."
Grindelwald, with Yingge's face on his face, shook his head and said, "I won't kill anyone."
"Thousands of lives in Bhutan."
"I didn't kill that," said Grindelwald, "that was a sacrifice to magic."
"To make magic great again, we need to break the old rules."
Grindelwald raised his right hand, on which was an image of an explosion.
"Did you see it?"
"Yes, I saw it." Grim nodded.
"How terrible it is." Grindelwald said in a deep voice, "No wizard can survive such an attack."
"I just let everyone see the threats and maliciousness of Muggles."
There is pity for magic in his eyes, like a saint who is compassionate.
"Trust me, trust me like you once did."
His expression is moving.
Grimm said, "It's hard for me."
"I know, my friend," Grindelwald said, shaking his head, "I'm saying goodbye to you."
"I will leave here, everything here will be handed over to you, and protect our compatriots."
He turned around and walked outside. He really didn't intend to continue to interfere with the Polish Ministry of Magic.
Grim watched him leave and let go of his clenched fist.
"Grindelwald, I won't believe you."
As Grim spoke, he turned and walked into the Ministry of Magic.
The current Ministry of Magic has no leader, and he needs to protect the wizards here.
Grindelwald's face gradually changed back to its original appearance.
"What shall we do now?"
A young man appears beside Grindelwald.
If John is here, he can recognize this as the wizard who appeared at the defense base.
Another person appeared, the wizard who carried away the weapons that day.
"I think our compatriots are still fantasizing about peaceful coexistence with Muggles."
Grindelwald looked at the gradually improving wizarding gathering place, and said, "We need to spread the news."
"what news?"
"A Polish thing."
now.
The new Black Sector employees took the elevator to the bottom floor.
He lit up the hand of glory and walked towards the dark place.
"Tick, tick, tick..."
"what sound?"
The employee was taken aback and walked towards that place.
With the help of the meager light of the Hand of Glory, he came to the source of the sound.
He stared at the strange thing, reached out and knocked.
It was a big metal pipe, looking fat and cute.
"Is this the alarm clock?"
He saw a note taped to the side.
There is a sentence written on the note.
"The alarm clock."
Some employees don't understand.
He stared blankly for a while.
"Tick."
The sound stopped.
Grindelwald took one last look at the Polish Ministry of Magic.
He Apparated and disappeared.
...
The Polish branch of the Silver Hand Johnny store.
"I want to go back."
Tang Mi said: "Next, I will leave the matter here to you, Joe."
The silver-handed security guard named Joe nodded.
Tang Mi looked at the newspaper.
His gaze swept over the list of those who were found dead.
Lippi Kerber.
He could confirm that Oz already knew.
The heart is throbbing.
Some time ago, the friend who had made an appointment with me turned around and died.
The unreality of all this almost makes people faint.
Tang Mi tried hard to be cautious.
"My lord still needs me, and Ozzy needs me."
He looked at John in the newspaper.
That face seemed ruthless.
That is numbness.
Tommy Shelby.
It started when he saw the boy in that cage.
He knew that that person was worth following.
How much blow did he go through to make himself like this?
Tang Mi didn't want to stay for a moment, he wanted to go there.
Go back to Ozzy's side and go to the adult's side.
"He needs me."
Tang Mi finally shook hands with Joe, and he bid farewell to the place.
After he stepped into the fireplace and was consumed by blue flames.
Joe heard that there seemed to be movement outside.
He frowned, seeing the employees looking out in horror.
He squeezed out and looked over there.
The air pressure hit, and immediately there was an unresponsive high temperature.
Joe's body was quickly evaporated.
...
"Grandpa, you can't always make me do this."
The little boy who helped with the purchase mustered up his courage and said, "That's money for studying."
"Study, study!" said the old man angrily, "I think you are stupid!"
"What can you learn to do? Wait until you have money, so you won't be hungry!"
"But I have studied well and become an excellent wizard when I grow up, so I don't have to continue doing this." The little boy hid the little wizard card behind and said, "Become a powerful wizard, and I can make you not have to work for the rest of your life." .”
The old man was taken aback when he heard the words, and was a little dazed seeing his grandson's serious expression.
I seem to have forgotten that my grandson said this many times.
"I want to become a righteous wizard," the little boy said firmly, "then even if he doesn't make money like this, grandpa can live a good life."
The old man scolded: "You brat."
He raised his hand, making the little boy think he was about to be beaten again.
But this time, he made up his mind not to let Grandpa continue to make mistakes.
In the next second, the imaginary beating did not come.
A rough old hand fell on his head.
The old man rubbed his grandson's hair and sighed, "Then study hard."
The little boy's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Grandpa, you..."
The little boy had a smile on his face.
His words were not finished.
The all-destructive shock came here.
devour them.
...
"The second king."
The representatives of various countries at the International Federation of Wizards looked at the young man who looked like the son of a god.
The wave of the Second Dynasty that swept across Europe not long ago made people see that terrible force.
Bulgarian Minister of Magic Oblansk hesitated: "Choose him?"
The Second King is not like Dumbledore.
He is ambitious and visible to all.
From Knockturn Alley at the beginning, to half of Europe behind.
The second king's ambitions swelled, and in just a few years, Europe had to regard him as one of its biggest opponents.
He is not Dumbledore, he does not have the natural self-awareness of the common people, and he is not a saint.
In all the countries present, how many Ministry of Magic had to negotiate because of the arrival of the Second Dynasty.
Those who do not submit conquer.
The ambition of the second king will swallow the whole of Europe, and even the world.
Therefore, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic hesitated. He hoped to have a hero who saved the world, but he also wanted a saint.
The Second King was an ambitious man, but for some reason, there seemed to be no Ministry of Magic on his quest.
But at this moment, the Ministry of Magic wants to bring it in on its own initiative.
"John Wick, he's not Dumbledore."
Roland waved his wand, and the image in the newspaper flew out.
"Look at him, he is already a hero." Minister Roland said, "He saved more than 1000 lives."
"We see his nobility, and society sees his nobility."
The image is zoomed in for all to see.
"It's not that John Wick needs us," Percy said now, with a menacing gleam in his eyes, "it's that we need John Wick."
"He doesn't need to be a hero because he's already a hero."
Percy looked at Yalefan, and in those young eyes, it was suddenly reminiscent.
This is a star.
A shining star from among the stars.
Unconsciously, Percy began to dominate the council.
He glanced at those representatives who were still hesitating, and said lightly: "He will be a hero, guiding those who are confused."
"Without him, is there any meaning to the current International Federation of Wizards?"
"Percy Weasley, don't forget that you are also one of us," a wizard said angrily, "You are belittling yourself."
"I never was."
Percy's words were so amazing that people's jaws dropped.
He scanned the audience lightly, his tone flat but firm.
"I follow my king, and the stars shine."
He leaned forward slightly, like a battle-tested politician full of oppression.
"Now, my king, I will spread this light to the entire magical world."
The aggressive eyes make people completely forget that this is a 22-year-old young man.
At this moment, a piece of paper flew in front of Minister Roland.
He picked it up and glanced casually.
This glance changed his expression greatly.
"Something happened in Poland!"
...
