Chapter 662: Castle in the Sky, Qilin
The light of dawn streaks across the ancient walls of the Kingdom of Bhutan.
A night of struggle, a silent smoke of gunpowder.
No one seems to know what happened last night.
Theodore leaned against the wall, his peeling skin already scabbed with blood.
He watched in silence at the re-emerging supporters.
They laughed and laughed, and no one knew how tragic yesterday was.
Oxer had a scorch mark the size of a human head on the back of his clothes, and he didn't have an easy day yesterday and almost died.
In the middle of the two, a tall body lay there calmly.
The rolling pin-like wand was still clenched, but the hook it used so often had broken.
The execution table is dead.
This tall man who seems to have a lot of stories still doesn't tell the story in the end.
His hook was blown off by the Explosion Curse, and the deadly green light made it impossible for him to speak again.
Such is the brutality of the battle.
"There are no immortals," Oxer said, looking at Theodore, "what we do is lick the blood from the knife."
"His death was not a surprise."
Theodore spoke hoarsely and said, "I'm just having a hard time."
"Uncomfortable?" Oxer sneered silently, "Only the weak do."
"He's dead, but he won't be missing what he deserves." "Endless killing, his death is nothing but relief."
The Silver Hand will not let the star disciples die in vain, and death is exchanged for an opportunity for the family.
They don't know each other, and they don't need to know each other.
Because they all know that sooner or later they will all die.
It's just waiting for the value that this death can get in exchange.
The execution table died on the way to help old Barty, and his family will get a lot.
Oxer glanced at Theodore, who was hanging his head, "Cheer up, we still need to get on with the mission."
Unlike the others, Oxer pursues the strong, and his life is also for John Wick.
"yes, you'll get more." Theodore cheered up.
He wants to live, and he can't die now.
Because Noether is the only one left with him, only he lives, and waiting until his own death in the future is worthwhile.
The election will begin when the sun reaches the highest point in the sky.
On the staircase that seemed to lead to the sky, supporters shouted slogans.
But there are more people in Old Barty.
Seeing this scene, Old Barty looked at Lippi and nodded.
Lippi will deliver the corpse.
The Aurors were attacked last night, causing their numbers to plummet.
The rest of the people will take the body with them.
And Barty Sr. will expose Inge in front of everyone.
At that time, he will become the new hero.
The International Confederation of Wizards will no longer be in suspense.
It would prevent Grindelwald from re-encroaching on the secrecy laws and ensure that he was elected.
Old Barty's plan was good.
It's just that he is also a little worried.
The other side attacked the same as himself last night.
It shows that Inge is also aware of his purpose.
What do you want to do without waiting for the other party's backbite?
Old Barty frowned in thought.
The candidate had already made his way to the castle in the air, and he set off.
Afraid that the other party would be assassinated in public, the Aurors and the Star Apprentices split into two ways.
Pierce looked nervous, although his combat power was good, but it was Grindelwald, once he killed the Aurors like chopping melons and vegetables.
"They won't be assassinated in public." Old Barty saw Pierce's nervousness and said calmly, "If he does that, he will be attacked by all the wizards."
"I'm curious now, what hole cards does he have that he dares to fight with me?"
Pierce worried, "Minister, we may be able to look for Wick Court
next."
"He's helped us so much," said Old Barty, shaking his head, "Friend, not just asking."
"I need to give, and I need to be someone who can help."
Barty Sr. wanted to be friends with John, not a supported man.
That kind of friendship would make him feel awkward.
"We've notified the International Confederation of Wizards." Old Barty said calmly, "No matter how powerful Grindelwald is, he can't do anything to all wizards."
Hearing Barty Sr. say this, Pierce was slightly relieved.
...
Where Inge is located.
His men had fought Old Barty's men the previous night.
His injuries were even more severe.
Inge tied a green tie around his neck as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Starr, will you regret it?"
Their defeat seemed doomed.
Starr Rozier sat on the couch and looked at the empty scabbard of the Bloody Blade.
"From that day on, we agreed."
Starr said lightly, "It's all about making magic great again."
"Make magic great again."
Inge smiled and fastened his tie.
He looked outside, and the clear blue sky made people feel calm.
"Let's go, let the lost go back to the right path again."
Inge walked up to Starr and held out his hand, saying, "Make magic great again."
"Make magic great again!" Starr said feverishly.
Putting the sheath down, he took the hand and got up.
The two of them walked outside.
in the room.
Twenty corpses were lying there, either from the Death Curse or from the Explosion Curse.
The only one left to follow Inge was Starr.
The two of them seemed lonely and lonely.
Step by step from the stairs to the top of power in the wizarding world.
On this day, they are going to change the wizarding world.
...
Theodore stood up, he took two steps and almost fell.
Oxer frowned at this, "Your current state is just a burden."
"I can." Theodore said as he endured the pain of his wound.
"Don't be a burden," Oxer said in disgust, "I don't like I need to help you up the stairs, just stay here."
Theodore still wanted to insist, but Oaks directly made people faint with a sleep spell.
"I didn't expect you to be soft-hearted?" Gemini appeared to look at the fallen Theodore.
"Hmph, it's just a burden." Oxer said coldly, "Don't let Barty Crouch die on the way."
"Of course." Gemini's middle brother smiled slightly.
They went to protect old Barty.
At the same time.
Lippi and the rest of the Aurors.
They packed the corpse into a chest of Traceless Stretching Charms.
They need to be vigilant and send the boxes up.
...
The ladder to the elections has come to an end.
The place of origin of ancient magic appears before our eyes.
Old Barty stepped forward, and in front of him was an acquaintance.
Deller Guild, Robin Spencers.
The old man smiled at the arriving candidates.
The election should have been presided over by the previous president of the International Federation of Wizards, but unfortunately the previous one was not too glamorous to step down, so he was not invited.
The Researchers Guild was in the Himalayas, and Spencers, the oldest of the most qualified, became its representative.
All four candidates came, and they stood there.
Their supporters stood below with banners.
Dignitaries from Europe and other ministries watched the election.
On the rooftops of the castle, the Aurors probed vigilantly.
This is a major event that has been brought to the attention of the wizarding community all over the world.
Spencers used loud spells to make his voice reach everyone's ears.
At the same time, some Ministry of Magic reporters raised their wands so that the images could be projected to the Ministries of Magic.
Everything is ready to go.
Spencers began to speak.
"Our magic is always evolving, and they are like pearls hidden in mussel shells, waiting to be discovered."
"We've been through a lot of things in the past few times."
"The departure of the last *** has left the International Confederation of Wizards vacant."
"For the sake of the present day, only by electing a new ***, a truly virtuous person, can we continue to lead us forward."
Spencers paused and said, "The new *** needs to be very intelligent, and we need a fair approach."
"Luckily, we found it."
"It was in the mysterious woodlands of the East, and its reckless appearance brought hope and fairness to the magical society."
Under everyone's gaze, a young beast looked like a deer, but with scales.
As if afraid of the crowd, it slowly came out.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.
Kirin.
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