Chapter 757 Towards the Threshold of Level 8
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John Wick.
their king.
The future leader of the wizarding world.
When John first came here, he was greeted with questioning and reluctant eyes.
Despite the crisis, some want to continue as victors in this game of thrones.
But as time goes by, John becomes more and more important.
He has become so important that this place called the International Federation of Wizards, losing him is like losing everything.
He used to join the International Federation of Wizards, but now the International Federation of Wizards is attached to John.
He is the leader.
John took his seat.
He looked at Penello on the side, with a strange expression on his face.
Are all my friends really going to get married this year?
Penello, a strong woman, also became shy.
Percy fingered the bandage, as if there was something worth studying.
"Your Excellency Wick, what should we do next?"
Charles Roland asked: "After this battle, it has basically been exposed."
The wizards focused their attention on John.
John looked at them, "Are you afraid?"
Afraid of Muggles?
of course!
The war has told them.
But John's arrival gave them another answer. Gresham looked at John frantically and said, "Under your leadership, we are fearless."
"You see the damage caused by the war, but you don't see the change caused by the war."
John crossed his chin and pondered: "In this war, it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic of any of our countries to win."
"The wizarding world needs to unite, not separate itself as it once did."
His idea can finally be put forward.
The representatives of the Ministry of Magic of various countries fell silent when they heard the words.
They looked at each other, and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic asked hesitantly: "You mean..."
"We don't need the International Federation of Wizards." John said directly, "What we need is a brand new place where we are closely united."
"The country, not the Ministry of Magic."
He stared at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and said, "We're too loose."
"We need a shield to protect ourselves, and a sword to keep outsiders from approaching."
His words caused an uproar.
The wizard has long been loose for many years, and it will be overturned with John's words.
"We are different," the Bulgarian Minister of Magic stood up and said excitedly, "Our lives and habits are different."
"Forcing them together will only cause friction."
He didn't want to, and it made sense.
Everyone's habits are different.
In other words, the plugs in each of their countries are different, how does this fit together?
"We need time."
John didn't change his face, "Maybe it's ten years, maybe it's 20 years."
"We won't be given much time outside, they've seen the wizard."
The Bulgarian Minister of Magic calmed down, John had a point.
A country needs combatants from the entire wizarding world to participate.
So dispersed, they are even more dangerous.
"What's more, we're just gathering together," John raised his eyebrows, and said, "On a large enough land, we can squeeze together like Europe."
In fact, wizards do not need much land.
Their population has already determined this premise.
So John doesn't think it's serious about the different habits of wizards in different countries.
Subtly, the wizards of those countries will gradually merge with each other.
He was already prepared.
Quidditch.
The Quidditch model he wants to shape is to put disputes between wizards from these different countries on Quidditch.
If Diagon Alley beats Knock Knock Alley, it will scream, and Knock Knock Alley will work harder to fight Diagon Alley next year.
"The problem is, we don't have this piece of land." Gresham said in a deep voice.
"This is not a problem," John said meaningfully, "Why do you think I should hide the Magic Association?"
Everyone was stunned.
Isn't it to keep them safe?
But John's expression told them that it was not just that.
Wizards are far more powerful than Muggles in building those incredible structures.
create.
This is what miracles look like.
"I've chosen a place for our world," John said with a chuckle, "and moved it there as it is."
Can it really be done?
If so, it doesn't seem to be impossible.
The representatives of various countries hesitated.
The Magical Congress of America, honestly, no one is more miserable than them.
As far as history has recorded, they have moved several times.
Every time it's a secrecy law crisis.
This time too.
You can manage in an aboveboard manner without worrying about being discovered.
This is a great temptation for them.
"What about those Muggle wizards?" Gresham hesitated. "Those little wizards have to go to school."
Percy listened to their discussion in silence.
It seems that even these clever representatives didn't find out.
The focus of their discussion has changed from the fusion of the magical world to some things that will appear after fusion.
No one objected.
Regarding the issue of going to school, John does not want to integrate all of them.
Such as various schools.
He won't move.
Going to school is naturally still the same as before.
The meeting gradually turned into a discussion of the establishment of the magical kingdom.
By the time this meeting ended, the sun had completely set.
Percy and John sat on the bench.
They stared at the vending machines in the Ministry corridor ahead.
"A new work from the Alchemy Department?"
"Yes, but I only support Gallon at the moment." Percy said, "After you became the leader, everything you have done has changed too much."
"But is the war really over?" Percy looked at John and asked, "Where did you go after we left?"
"To the Muggles."
John picked up a Galleon and went to the vending machine, where he put it inside.
Pressed the switch on it, and said casually: "There are some smart people in the Muggle world, and they are worth taking advantage of."
"Is what we showed really enough?" Percy took a bottle of butterbeer from John, his eyes flickered, "It wasn't your arrival, we were all dead."
"Like an ant, we didn't make them really hurt."
His heart was heavy, and although he didn't say it, he felt that the army he led could not make Muggles feel pain.
"It's enough." John opened the butter beer and took a sip, and said calmly, "We know, it's enough."
"They saw our determination to fight back, and all that was left was to make them hurt."
John turned his head and looked to the other side of the corridor. Penello did not come over to participate, but stopped far away.
"This pain, is it from you?" Percy also opened the butter beer, took a sip and frowned, "What are you going to do?"
"Let them know that there is a monster in the wizarding world."
John put down the butter beer calmly. He felt that the taste was a bit expired.
"You're not that monster." Percy looked at John seriously. "You're our king."
"Maybe." John shrugged. "I need to get stronger before that."
"I thought the duel with Grindelwald would push me beyond that limit."
"The battle between life and death can stimulate the potential of the human body." Pulling out the Elder Wand, John looked at the protruding tree knots on it, "It doesn't seem to be enough."
"He's already the strongest, can't he?"
Percy was a little dazed, "There is no one in the entire wizarding world who is more...wait a minute."
He stared blankly at John's Elder Wand.
The previous owner of this wand.
"Are you really going to do that, John?"
He understood a little bit, but he didn't dare to say: "Fight with him?"
The greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore.
Coming to this conclusion struck Percy as ridiculous.
Because he knew John, even though the old man did not support John at some point, John never thought of being an enemy.
"The god has stepped down from the altar, Percy."
Rubbing the Elder Wand with his fingers, John said calmly, "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Level 8, somewhere, seems to be waiting there.
Percy nodded, he got up and saw Penello, and asked John, "Do I need to do anything?"
"Trust me." John mused.
...
their king.
The future leader of the wizarding world.
When John first came here, he was greeted with questioning and reluctant eyes.
Despite the crisis, some want to continue as victors in this game of thrones.
But as time goes by, John becomes more and more important.
He has become so important that this place called the International Federation of Wizards, losing him is like losing everything.
He used to join the International Federation of Wizards, but now the International Federation of Wizards is attached to John.
He is the leader.
John took his seat.
He looked at Penello on the side, with a strange expression on his face.
Are all my friends really going to get married this year?
Penello, a strong woman, also became shy.
Percy fingered the bandage, as if there was something worth studying.
"Your Excellency Wick, what should we do next?"
Charles Roland asked: "After this battle, it has basically been exposed."
The wizards focused their attention on John.
John looked at them, "Are you afraid?"
Afraid of Muggles?
of course!
The war has told them.
But John's arrival gave them another answer. Gresham looked at John frantically and said, "Under your leadership, we are fearless."
"You see the damage caused by the war, but you don't see the change caused by the war."
John crossed his chin and pondered: "In this war, it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic of any of our countries to win."
"The wizarding world needs to unite, not separate itself as it once did."
His idea can finally be put forward.
The representatives of the Ministry of Magic of various countries fell silent when they heard the words.
They looked at each other, and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic asked hesitantly: "You mean..."
"We don't need the International Federation of Wizards." John said directly, "What we need is a brand new place where we are closely united."
"The country, not the Ministry of Magic."
He stared at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and said, "We're too loose."
"We need a shield to protect ourselves, and a sword to keep outsiders from approaching."
His words caused an uproar.
The wizard has long been loose for many years, and it will be overturned with John's words.
"We are different," the Bulgarian Minister of Magic stood up and said excitedly, "Our lives and habits are different."
"Forcing them together will only cause friction."
He didn't want to, and it made sense.
Everyone's habits are different.
In other words, the plugs in each of their countries are different, how does this fit together?
"We need time."
John didn't change his face, "Maybe it's ten years, maybe it's 20 years."
"We won't be given much time outside, they've seen the wizard."
The Bulgarian Minister of Magic calmed down, John had a point.
A country needs combatants from the entire wizarding world to participate.
So dispersed, they are even more dangerous.
"What's more, we're just gathering together," John raised his eyebrows, and said, "On a large enough land, we can squeeze together like Europe."
In fact, wizards do not need much land.
Their population has already determined this premise.
So John doesn't think it's serious about the different habits of wizards in different countries.
Subtly, the wizards of those countries will gradually merge with each other.
He was already prepared.
Quidditch.
The Quidditch model he wants to shape is to put disputes between wizards from these different countries on Quidditch.
If Diagon Alley beats Knock Knock Alley, it will scream, and Knock Knock Alley will work harder to fight Diagon Alley next year.
"The problem is, we don't have this piece of land." Gresham said in a deep voice.
"This is not a problem," John said meaningfully, "Why do you think I should hide the Magic Association?"
Everyone was stunned.
Isn't it to keep them safe?
But John's expression told them that it was not just that.
Wizards are far more powerful than Muggles in building those incredible structures.
create.
This is what miracles look like.
"I've chosen a place for our world," John said with a chuckle, "and moved it there as it is."
Can it really be done?
If so, it doesn't seem to be impossible.
The representatives of various countries hesitated.
The Magical Congress of America, honestly, no one is more miserable than them.
As far as history has recorded, they have moved several times.
Every time it's a secrecy law crisis.
This time too.
You can manage in an aboveboard manner without worrying about being discovered.
This is a great temptation for them.
"What about those Muggle wizards?" Gresham hesitated. "Those little wizards have to go to school."
Percy listened to their discussion in silence.
It seems that even these clever representatives didn't find out.
The focus of their discussion has changed from the fusion of the magical world to some things that will appear after fusion.
No one objected.
Regarding the issue of going to school, John does not want to integrate all of them.
Such as various schools.
He won't move.
Going to school is naturally still the same as before.
The meeting gradually turned into a discussion of the establishment of the magical kingdom.
By the time this meeting ended, the sun had completely set.
Percy and John sat on the bench.
They stared at the vending machines in the Ministry corridor ahead.
"A new work from the Alchemy Department?"
"Yes, but I only support Gallon at the moment." Percy said, "After you became the leader, everything you have done has changed too much."
"But is the war really over?" Percy looked at John and asked, "Where did you go after we left?"
"To the Muggles."
John picked up a Galleon and went to the vending machine, where he put it inside.
Pressed the switch on it, and said casually: "There are some smart people in the Muggle world, and they are worth taking advantage of."
"Is what we showed really enough?" Percy took a bottle of butterbeer from John, his eyes flickered, "It wasn't your arrival, we were all dead."
"Like an ant, we didn't make them really hurt."
His heart was heavy, and although he didn't say it, he felt that the army he led could not make Muggles feel pain.
"It's enough." John opened the butter beer and took a sip, and said calmly, "We know, it's enough."
"They saw our determination to fight back, and all that was left was to make them hurt."
John turned his head and looked to the other side of the corridor. Penello did not come over to participate, but stopped far away.
"This pain, is it from you?" Percy also opened the butter beer, took a sip and frowned, "What are you going to do?"
"Let them know that there is a monster in the wizarding world."
John put down the butter beer calmly. He felt that the taste was a bit expired.
"You're not that monster." Percy looked at John seriously. "You're our king."
"Maybe." John shrugged. "I need to get stronger before that."
"I thought the duel with Grindelwald would push me beyond that limit."
"The battle between life and death can stimulate the potential of the human body." Pulling out the Elder Wand, John looked at the protruding tree knots on it, "It doesn't seem to be enough."
"He's already the strongest, can't he?"
Percy was a little dazed, "There is no one in the entire wizarding world who is more...wait a minute."
He stared blankly at John's Elder Wand.
The previous owner of this wand.
"Are you really going to do that, John?"
He understood a little bit, but he didn't dare to say: "Fight with him?"
The greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore.
Coming to this conclusion struck Percy as ridiculous.
Because he knew John, even though the old man did not support John at some point, John never thought of being an enemy.
"The god has stepped down from the altar, Percy."
Rubbing the Elder Wand with his fingers, John said calmly, "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Level 8, somewhere, seems to be waiting there.
Percy nodded, he got up and saw Penello, and asked John, "Do I need to do anything?"
"Trust me." John mused.
...
