MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 718

Entering the end?

Gresham, a former Auror, thought of something, and he exclaimed: "Grindelwald?"

"We found his whereabouts." Percy's voice was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake.

The calm was broken instantly.

Everyone is extremely excited.

"Great, we finally found him, that **** guy!" Gresham waved his fist and said viciously, "He should be responsible for the death of Minister Schmidt!"

"Mobilize all Aurors immediately!" Charles Roland stood up excitedly, "Don't let Grindelwald escape!"

As the French Minister of Magic who has been tortured by Grindelwald again and again, Minister Roland has really suffered from Grindelwald for a long time.

Not only him, but other representatives also expressed their intention to bring Grindelwald to justice!

Percy had no choice but to use a loud spell to make his voice drown out this group of excited delegates.

"Quiet!"

The rumbling sound echoed in the parliament hall.

Representatives, please be quiet.

Percy said in a deep voice: "Everyone, this is a battle that is coming."

"We have sacrificed enough compatriots during this period."

Although Percy asked them to calm down, there was always excitement in the eyes of the representatives.

"Wait a minute!" Gresham realized something was wrong. He stood up and exclaimed, "You said Lord Wick left, did he go to Grindelwald?"

Percy nodded slowly.

This caused the hall to explode again.

"It's too risky!"

"We can't let Mr. Wick take risks!"

"If something happens to Mr. Wick, everything will be ruined!"

"Quick, let the Aurors rush to support!"

The Second King now belongs not only to the Second Dynasty, but also to the entire magical world.

Because the existence of this person drives the progress of the magical world.

There is no fool who can sit here.

There are many ambitious people among them, but they know that the only one who can suppress the current situation is John Wick, who has successfully centralized power.

If something unexpected happens in the battle between John and Grindelwald, then the magical world, which has finally gotten back on track, will be divided again.

"Do you think John will lose?"

Percy's eyes became sharp, and he scanned the group of representatives.

Those people were silent.

That's Grindelwald.

The battle of the century with Dumbledore made the entire wizarding world see how powerful that Hogwarts professor was.

Even if John had defeated Voldemort, it was only with the cooperation of Neville Longbottom.

Grindelwald, who has been in Nurmengard for decades, has a body at his peak, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest wizard in the world with his current strength.

They looked at each other, no one wanted to say that the second king was inferior to others.

But worry appeared on everyone's face.

Gresham sat down gloomily and asked: "This meeting was held to make us wait here?"

"No," Percy said seriously with trust in John, "I just want you to witness this duel."

Just like when Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald and ascended to the altar.

They want to witness once again, John Wick's becoming a god.

…

Chapter 732: Get out of the tower and fight back

In the gloomy sky where a violent storm is brewing.

Two owls, one black and one white, shuttled through the clouds.

Lightning flashed across the sky ferociously.

The electric light turned into a ball and rolled between the owl's feathers, and the owl cooed.

On the empty ocean, layers of ripples emerge.

In the eyes of the owl, it is clearly visible.

A bolt of thunder flashed from the sky, brightening the whole world.

On the sea surface, faint blue lights appeared.

Immediately afterwards, one ghost ship after another emerged from the sea.

"There's nothing here." Goyle muttered, and Crabbe nodded in agreement.

Little Barty frowned. As the strongest person second only to John, he couldn't see through this place.

The Red Bold Loyalty Curse.

This is known as the safest defensive spell.

To hide such a large place, the Dark Lord Grindelwald must do it himself.

As the caster of the spell, Grindelwald cannot be the Keeper of Secrets.

This is a way to hide secrets in the soul.

Once upon a time, John also needed to use an owl to find the old Black mansion where the Loyalty Curse was hidden.

And even the owl cannot find the location of Grindelwald's Loyalty Curse.

With Grindelwald's caution, he would not release the Secret Keeper.

If it weren't for the ripples caused by the constant movement of Nurmengard, it would have taken a lot of effort for John to find this place.

Although the Loyalty Charm made it impossible for an unwelcome person to detect him even if he put his nose to the window, John didn't need to be invited.

John glanced at the sliding ripple marks, the only shortcoming of this magic.

The movement of such a huge building will make those fish avoid it.

Greengrass's fleet searched the seabed and discovered this scene, and also discovered Nurmengard.

When John stood on the deck, the white-haired wizard in Nurmengarde felt something.

…

Grindelwald opened his eyes.

In this mobile cage with retro decoration.

He felt it.

The person you expected has arrived.

Empty room, no second person.

The people who once followed him have disappeared, and the new people who follow him are also dying for their ideals.

Grindelwald is a lonely man, with only two people standing beside him from beginning to end.

One stopped him the first time, the other stopped him the second time.

He stood in front of the mirror, arranging his white hair.

He ran his fingers through the hair, paused, and looked at the red dots on his fingers.

The person in the mirror seems older.

Yes, I’m getting older all the time.

Even if you are rejuvenated, you still cannot escape the tricks of time.

The coveted symbol of power is placed on the table, in a photo frame next to it.

The young wizards stood together. The high-spirited blond boy was like a free-flying golden eagle, trying hard to get the white-haired boy behind him into the frame.

The red-haired boy next to him smiled implicitly, matching his prank.

This is the only photo of the three of them together.

The chirping of cicadas that summer was accompanied by the impact of ideals, and the death of reality shattered the connected hearts.

The boss’s elder wand.

The second child’s resurrection stone.

The third child’s invisibility cloak.

Three brothers separated.

Their legend also shaped that puppet show.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand.

Stop in front of the picture frame you are about to touch, and finally land on the Elder Wand.

This wand of power is greedy for power and only serves the strong.

Just like that person’s philosophy, strength is supreme.

The tower you built will imprison that lonely heart for a lifetime.

Grindelwald walked in the tower and stepped down step by step from the tower where he was imprisoned.

In the rose field under the tower, the rose that is about to bloom has already stretched its body.

The blood coagulates in its stamens.

This time, Grindelwald's hand touched the flower.

Beautiful, fragile, delicate.

"What a fascinating thing." Grindelwald stroked the flowers with his fingers, just like stroking the hair of his lover.

The feeling of obsession makes people linger.

But reality is often like the coming storm, ruthlessly destroying everything.

Grindelwald looked up.

The saints are waiting for him.

The magical world has left this group of people with no way out. They are just a group of wingless birds trapped on an isolated island.

There is no other way but to wait for the island to be submerged by the waves raised by the storm.

Either it's crazy at the end, or it ends in despair.

Grindelwald looked at his compatriots.

"My brothers and sisters," Grindelwald's uniquely charming voice sounded, "we have reached the end."

He opened his arms as if to embrace them all.

"We have no way out."

"Today, magic will be great again," he said deeply, "raise your heads, you should be proud."

"In a world of decay and defeat, we light a fire."

"The flames burn those corrupt and purify the blasphemers of magic."

The saints raised their heads, and there was some light in their dark eyes.