The dome of Silverhand Manor has many bright stars.

Old Jack comes in with Hatsudai and Zofie.

The waiter carries a tray and brings them delicious sashimi of sea fish.

"That's the Werewolf Councilor, and he's flanked by the two directors of the Werewolf Capture Force and the Werewolf Registration Office."

Lippi muttered to Oz, "Don't look at the unpopular place they are in, after the werewolf is controlled, these two positions represent the werewolf's right to restrain it." ”

"His Excellency Johnny Silverhand intends to build the first werewolf magic school in the werewolf community, and Old Jack is the first headmaster."

"Look, that's the pureblood of the Rozier family, the Divine Twenty-Eight."

"And that, I've met him at the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, and he's the head of the German Foreign Service."

"They must be talking about big business."

Lippi is very envious and constantly breaks his thoughts, as an undercover hero, Lippi naturally has a smooth road ahead.

But his habits over the years have made him always like to mumble words of envy, which Oz has long been accustomed to.

"Who's that?" Oz spotted a man with unusually pale skin, and her instincts told her that this man was not simple.

With pale cheeks and black hair mixed with silver threads, the man looked handsome, and his eyebrows were gloomy.

The most eye-catching thing is the dark golden eyes.

Lippi looked at him and said in surprise: "He's here too, it's impossible." ”

"Don't talk about riddles," Oz subconsciously tried to light a cigarette, but stopped, and she said to Lippi, "You know him?" ”

"Of course, that's a big shot."

After Lippi finished speaking, realizing that he had said nonsense, he hurriedly added: "I heard his name more than once in the mouth of the mysterious during my undercover period. ”

"The paranoid dark family, Edgar, Ludwig Edgar."

...

John walked out slowly, and the moment he appeared, all eyes were on him.

"I'm glad I saw a lot of familiar faces at the banquet."

He walked down from the second floor, his emerald green rings glistening in the candlelight, and the silky silk on his robes resembled a galaxy.

Some did not come, some were inconvenient to show up, and some were unable to show up.

The guests were human spirits, so they knew what John was talking about.

Several of the guests looked unnatural, their fingers holding the cups white.

This scene could not escape John's observation, and he chuckled, "In the past month, something has happened that shocked everyone. ”

"I think you've all heard, some of the damned and the ones that shouldn't come out, they're all back into the world."

Among the pure-blood families, the Rozier family remained peaceful.

Crabbe and the Goyles had fear on their faces. m.

"We can be together here, we can continue to talk, and the first glass of wine should be a toast to our good friend Lucius." John took the crystal cup with the golden wine brought by the waiter.

He raised his glass and nodded afar to Lucius, who was dressed in a velvety dark green robe.

"Without this friend of ours, I am afraid that some bad things will appear in the streets, and they will go on rampage, plunder wealth, and make a mess of all order."

"So, let us pay tribute to Lucius, his courage, and his courage to fight."

The guests raised their glasses to Lucius.

Lucius had a smile on his face, and he was trying to keep himself from being so unreserved.

He bowed his head proudly and raised his glass.

"The second cup," John continued, "our friends, who are threatened openly or implicitly, are steadfast in their hearts and do not change, as I have said, courage and wisdom are as valuable as they are, and those who dare to say no to oppression are warriors. ”

"Let us respect the warriors who have not changed their original intentions, their perseverance is the glue that holds us together."

After the reappearance of the Death Eaters, some pure-blood families were inevitably persecuted.

For example, Goyle and the Crabbe family, whose descendants are forcibly engraved with the Dark Devil's mark, making them unable to resist.

There are also those who are influential, who are also threatened at different levels.

They did not leave, and naturally they were reluctant to accept this huge alliance of interests.

No one doesn't like to praise themselves, though.

The second glass of wine goes into the stomach.

People who have a bad amount of alcohol already feel a little dizzy, but fortunately, the strength of these drinks will soon dissipate.

"Being smart is an indispensable factor for family inheritance and business continuity, so I like smart people," John pressed on the handrail, "Smart people are more able to see the situation clearly and will not be swayed by emotions." ”

"Their cleverness can always make the best choices, but it's not too late to make amends, and there is a chance to redeem the wrong choice."

John could see the horror on the faces of some people, and he shattered this fear with a chuckle, saying, "This glass of wine is for those who want to turn back, for it takes as much courage and wisdom to repent as to choose the right one." ”

The third glass was raised, representing the official opening of the banquet.

Lippi could see that the families whose surnames had appeared at the Death Eater meeting were scrambling to ask if they could speak with Johnny Silverhand.

Those who know how to repent and wise people want to be forgiven.

As an old friend of Tang Mi, Lippi could see that Tang Mi was in a good mood when he heard these inquiries.

And the protagonist of the banquet, John, walked to another corner.

The dark-haired man there didn't say a word, and when he saw John coming, he got up and nodded politely.

"Mr. Edgar," John chuckled, "thank you for coming all the way to another country. ”

Ludwig Edgar resembles a scholar, somewhat like Aldolf, but his appearance is less aggressive.

Pale complexion, not strong body, a pair of rimless glasses framed on the bridge of the nose, giving people the feeling of an old pedant.

"I admire your honesty and your current prestige." Ludwig tilted his head slightly, his gaze swept over the huge banquet, "It is as difficult for the dignitaries and dignitaries of the country and even abroad to gather such a force as it is to establish saints. ”

He brought up another presence, causing John's eyes to narrow under his mask.

"Looks like you know what I'm looking for you." John tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over some of the people on the field.

Ludwig didn't look over, but said, "I wish there was a secluded enough place to talk." ”

"It's natural," John invited, "and my study is a good choice." ”

The two faded out of the banquet.

Walking into the study, Ludwig looked at John and said in a calm tone: "The following news is not a gift to Johnny's silver hand. ”

John sat down, crossed his hands on his chin and listened.

"A father, to his son's friend."

Ludwigsi, who had been unwavering, had waves in his eyes.

"Thank you, John Wick," he said, bowing deeply, "for my son, for giving so much. ”

John took a deep breath, his face no longer cold.

"Mr. Edgar, it was my mistake that led to all this."

"No," Ludwig said firmly, "he chose you, as the light, and then everything was willing." ”

"It's Edgar's fate, just like my brother Aldolph, everything is his own choice."

He said sincerely: "So please don't blame yourself. ”

John Silent.

Ludwig pulled out a folded piece of parchment from his pocket.

"A list of saints who once ran rampant in Europe."

This old list was kept from Ludwig's father's study, a former deputy at Grindelwald.

"I remove the dead or the imprisoned," Mr. Ludwig said, "and the rest are the missing, the missing, and the hidden." ”

"Grindelwald went to Germany, and more than twenty wizards have become his followers."

"That's what makes him terrible, his almost plague-like hopeless charm and demagogic power."

Ludwig had heard many times from his father about the charm of Grindelwald.

Aldolph was also affected, so he looked for a second Dark Lord as the light.

John took the list, and it was important to him.

Ludwigsi also came all the way to this list, and after he handed it over, he was ready to leave.

"One more thing," Ludwig said as he stopped at the door of his study, turning his face to the side. "My groom, I saw Karkaroff outside Durmstrang, and he fled in panic, and Voldemort was probably chasing him."

In the face of traitors, Voldemort will carry out a reckoning.

For some reason, though, Karkarov was not killed.

When John heard the news, he called Ludwig.

"Mr. Edgar, are you interested in running a school?"

In those dark eyes, there is an incomprehensible calculation.

Durmstrang, Grindelwald's alma mater.

Top 3 schools in Europe.

Maybe it's better to change the decision.

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Some people died, but not completely......