Chapter 721 Muggle social tension, resolve
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John turned pale.
Mind magic was not able to control the screening target well, and he just forcibly found that voice among the millions of people in London.
Millions of noisy voices are enough to blow people's brains out in an instant.
Any one would have to die on the spot after this move.
John stayed on the tower for half an hour, and his complexion finally turned a little bloody.
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.
...
As time goes by in Muggle society, more things are dug up and fermented.
Although the government came forward to refute the rumors, it made this group of frightened people unable to calm down.
In the tense society, it seems that even walking is a little more cautious.
Some people who dress up strangely can easily attract the attention of others.
There are also some people who are optimistic, and they always think that those horrible things have nothing to do with them.
Unfortunately, terrible things are approaching the city.
Garland El Neal shows up at the subway station.
The speeding subway didn't notice the wizard at all.
A batch of weapons enough to destroy half of the city was placed underground in London.
Garland didn't leave, he just sat there, enjoying his last few days.
"You should know that we are just being used." beside Garland.
The wizard who used to take 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.
"We've never been there for him, have we?" Garland said.
Webb said in a deep voice, "We serve magic."
No
How can people not feel heartbroken in the magical world that has fallen.
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 used to go to school at Beauxbatons.
Their relationship with Grindelwald is complicated.
Maybe they are not saints, but they have the same goal as Grindelwald, to make magic great again.
This goal is destined to be difficult, and it is completely impossible for them to achieve it.
So when Grindelwald brought the voice of "power first", making magic great again became their common pursuit.
"A few sacrifices are nothing. Our magic needs a crisis that can make their decayed hearts beat again."
This is Grindelwald's plan with what they say.
"We're all the same," Garland said, "whether it's me, or you, or Inger."
Yes, Inge.
The Minister of Magic.
They all feel helpless about the decadent society, even if it is a country's Minister of Magic, there is no possibility of changing it at all.
So an extreme path has become the only choice.
"The weak eat the strong," Garland stood up, his left ear was cut open, "I don't resent those who attack us, because they are the future of the wizarding world."
Web was silent.
"Aren't you afraid that he will lie to us?"
"Cheat?" Garland smiled silently, "The magic world is getting better, isn't it?"
This is irrefutable.
After that new leader came to power, everything was going for the better.
"I hope we won't make a mistake." Webb was speechless, and he chose to leave here.
His death is not here,
but in another place.
This is the last time that belongs to Garland.
When midnight passed, everyone fell asleep.
This is from Garland Mercy.
For them, death is just a passage to fulfill their dreams.
Web left, and Garland watched another passing subway.
There are all kinds of Muggles in the subway, some are extremely drunk, and some are enjoying this rare leisure after get off work.
None of them knew that the god of death was on top of their heads just now.
The subway is out of service.
That means Garland doesn't have much time left.
He glanced at the weapon that was counting down, without too much sadness and fear.
A person walks into a subway station.
He stepped onto the rails and walked forward.
When Garland saw the person coming, he smiled.
"I once thought of 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.
Also stole a large number of weapons belonging to Muggles.
Muggle weapons cannot be kept in the wizarding world for too long, so they can only be placed in the Muggle world.
John drew his wand and tapped the wall.
The super sense spell is activated.
A whole subway tunnel, at intervals, has a weapon placed there.
This is not something that can be done in a day.
The raids here and there during this time are meant to get the attention of the Aurors so that these things can be done.
The person in front of him was not as crazy as the other saints. John didn't act immediately, but asked, "Why do you want to do this?"
"If you are for the wizarding world, then you should know that such behavior will only speed up the death of the wizarding world."
Saints are building new one by one
The slogan of the wizarding world, but doing the most world-destroying thing.
Garland laughed and said, "The second king asked me?"
"I'm not sure either." He smiled presumptuously, without madness in his eyes, "It's just that Grindelwald told me that doing so can make magic great again."
"Do you believe a mere sentence?" John said lightly, "Is Grindelwald's charm so great?"
"He just told me that this world is cruel," Garland said, shaking his head, "In your opinion, we may be extremely stupid."
"But the world is indeed changing."
Garland smiled viciously, "Every obstacle you make disappears under the attack of the saints, doesn't it?"
"That's right." Unexpectedly, John nodded in agreement.
"Make magic great again," John said, glancing at Garland, "so you either destroy the world, or 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 quite right."
"That's why I'm going to attack you," Garland said with a smile as he pulled out his wand. "After all, you can only survive if you are strong enough."
"Power comes first, I think you are familiar with this."
He raised his wand and said to John, "Pull out your wand, Second King, I can tell you that behind me, there are weapons capable of destroying half a Muggle city."
"And the only way you can stop them is to let me die."
John narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him who was not about to flee.
Garland said, "Show me your strength, Second King!"
His wand waved.
flame
Condensed into a crimson tiger.
John raised his wand calmly.
next second.
The white light turned into a lightning spear, spanning the distance between the two.
Garland was taken aback, and the same white light shot from his wand collided with it.
The two sides were in a stalemate for less than three seconds, and John's Shattering Curse pierced through Garland's wand like a shattering curse.
The bowl-sized hole was on the chest, and the wound, like an hourglass, continuously turned into particles and scattered.
Garland knelt down, looking at his wound.
He looked up at John again.
John walked up to the kneeling man with an expressionless expression.
This powerful force made Garland smile.
"You are really powerful, Second King." He looked at John and slowly put his hand on his heart.
At the moment of contact, John's hand was already on his head.
The mind magic was activated, and the memory buried in the head was dug out.
Before his life was about to come to an end, John had already learned everything about him.
Garland's body lost all vitality.
The dead body fell down like weathered paper, shattered into countless powders and dissipated.
John glanced at the activated weapons.
He murmured: "You self-righteous martyr, your sacrifice will not make yourself great."
...
A peaceful night in London.
After all, the death scythe did not leave marks on those people's necks.
People from the government found out about the whereabouts of weapons from those who cooperated with Grindelwald.
A terrorist attack that is enough to end the prime minister's career makes it impossible for people to decide.
During the day, all London subway stations were blocked, and they were fully armed to investigate the past.
But until the last track is searched
After that, they were stunned.
The so-called weapon did not appear at all.
Still, there are a few things to discover.
Such as the location of the weapons that were once installed there.
Just when everyone was in trouble, a call was connected.
Immediately afterwards, the subway that was blocked throughout the city was untied.
...
Mind magic was not able to control the screening target well, and he just forcibly found that voice among the millions of people in London.
Millions of noisy voices are enough to blow people's brains out in an instant.
Any one would have to die on the spot after this move.
John stayed on the tower for half an hour, and his complexion finally turned a little bloody.
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.
...
As time goes by in Muggle society, more things are dug up and fermented.
Although the government came forward to refute the rumors, it made this group of frightened people unable to calm down.
In the tense society, it seems that even walking is a little more cautious.
Some people who dress up strangely can easily attract the attention of others.
There are also some people who are optimistic, and they always think that those horrible things have nothing to do with them.
Unfortunately, terrible things are approaching the city.
Garland El Neal shows up at the subway station.
The speeding subway didn't notice the wizard at all.
A batch of weapons enough to destroy half of the city was placed underground in London.
Garland didn't leave, he just sat there, enjoying his last few days.
"You should know that we are just being used." beside Garland.
The wizard who used to take 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.
"We've never been there for him, have we?" Garland said.
Webb said in a deep voice, "We serve magic."
No
How can people not feel heartbroken in the magical world that has fallen.
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 used to go to school at Beauxbatons.
Their relationship with Grindelwald is complicated.
Maybe they are not saints, but they have the same goal as Grindelwald, to make magic great again.
This goal is destined to be difficult, and it is completely impossible for them to achieve it.
So when Grindelwald brought the voice of "power first", making magic great again became their common pursuit.
"A few sacrifices are nothing. Our magic needs a crisis that can make their decayed hearts beat again."
This is Grindelwald's plan with what they say.
"We're all the same," Garland said, "whether it's me, or you, or Inger."
Yes, Inge.
The Minister of Magic.
They all feel helpless about the decadent society, even if it is a country's Minister of Magic, there is no possibility of changing it at all.
So an extreme path has become the only choice.
"The weak eat the strong," Garland stood up, his left ear was cut open, "I don't resent those who attack us, because they are the future of the wizarding world."
Web was silent.
"Aren't you afraid that he will lie to us?"
"Cheat?" Garland smiled silently, "The magic world is getting better, isn't it?"
This is irrefutable.
After that new leader came to power, everything was going for the better.
"I hope we won't make a mistake." Webb was speechless, and he chose to leave here.
His death is not here,
but in another place.
This is the last time that belongs to Garland.
When midnight passed, everyone fell asleep.
This is from Garland Mercy.
For them, death is just a passage to fulfill their dreams.
Web left, and Garland watched another passing subway.
There are all kinds of Muggles in the subway, some are extremely drunk, and some are enjoying this rare leisure after get off work.
None of them knew that the god of death was on top of their heads just now.
The subway is out of service.
That means Garland doesn't have much time left.
He glanced at the weapon that was counting down, without too much sadness and fear.
A person walks into a subway station.
He stepped onto the rails and walked forward.
When Garland saw the person coming, he smiled.
"I once thought of 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.
Also stole a large number of weapons belonging to Muggles.
Muggle weapons cannot be kept in the wizarding world for too long, so they can only be placed in the Muggle world.
John drew his wand and tapped the wall.
The super sense spell is activated.
A whole subway tunnel, at intervals, has a weapon placed there.
This is not something that can be done in a day.
The raids here and there during this time are meant to get the attention of the Aurors so that these things can be done.
The person in front of him was not as crazy as the other saints. John didn't act immediately, but asked, "Why do you want to do this?"
"If you are for the wizarding world, then you should know that such behavior will only speed up the death of the wizarding world."
Saints are building new one by one
The slogan of the wizarding world, but doing the most world-destroying thing.
Garland laughed and said, "The second king asked me?"
"I'm not sure either." He smiled presumptuously, without madness in his eyes, "It's just that Grindelwald told me that doing so can make magic great again."
"Do you believe a mere sentence?" John said lightly, "Is Grindelwald's charm so great?"
"He just told me that this world is cruel," Garland said, shaking his head, "In your opinion, we may be extremely stupid."
"But the world is indeed changing."
Garland smiled viciously, "Every obstacle you make disappears under the attack of the saints, doesn't it?"
"That's right." Unexpectedly, John nodded in agreement.
"Make magic great again," John said, glancing at Garland, "so you either destroy the world, or 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 quite right."
"That's why I'm going to attack you," Garland said with a smile as he pulled out his wand. "After all, you can only survive if you are strong enough."
"Power comes first, I think you are familiar with this."
He raised his wand and said to John, "Pull out your wand, Second King, I can tell you that behind me, there are weapons capable of destroying half a Muggle city."
"And the only way you can stop them is to let me die."
John narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him who was not about to flee.
Garland said, "Show me your strength, Second King!"
His wand waved.
flame
Condensed into a crimson tiger.
John raised his wand calmly.
next second.
The white light turned into a lightning spear, spanning the distance between the two.
Garland was taken aback, and the same white light shot from his wand collided with it.
The two sides were in a stalemate for less than three seconds, and John's Shattering Curse pierced through Garland's wand like a shattering curse.
The bowl-sized hole was on the chest, and the wound, like an hourglass, continuously turned into particles and scattered.
Garland knelt down, looking at his wound.
He looked up at John again.
John walked up to the kneeling man with an expressionless expression.
This powerful force made Garland smile.
"You are really powerful, Second King." He looked at John and slowly put his hand on his heart.
At the moment of contact, John's hand was already on his head.
The mind magic was activated, and the memory buried in the head was dug out.
Before his life was about to come to an end, John had already learned everything about him.
Garland's body lost all vitality.
The dead body fell down like weathered paper, shattered into countless powders and dissipated.
John glanced at the activated weapons.
He murmured: "You self-righteous martyr, your sacrifice will not make yourself great."
...
A peaceful night in London.
After all, the death scythe did not leave marks on those people's necks.
People from the government found out about the whereabouts of weapons from those who cooperated with Grindelwald.
A terrorist attack that is enough to end the prime minister's career makes it impossible for people to decide.
During the day, all London subway stations were blocked, and they were fully armed to investigate the past.
But until the last track is searched
After that, they were stunned.
The so-called weapon did not appear at all.
Still, there are a few things to discover.
Such as the location of the weapons that were once installed there.
Just when everyone was in trouble, a call was connected.
Immediately afterwards, the subway that was blocked throughout the city was untied.
...
