Play the same old trick?

Barty Sr. immediately remembered what Grindelwald had done.

He stared at the unicorn, which strode past.

Spencers squatted down with a smile, and he reached out to pick up the little unicorn.

"Good, good, good boy."

With the surprised expressions of several people, he said, "My old friend found this unicorn and invited the little one here."

His words confirmed that this was not arranged by Grindelwald.

The Delchers' Guild is the noble association for the study of magic, and Spencers is the patriarch of it, and his power is unfathomable.

Grindelwald can't control a wizard who is veteran in the field of magic.

And Spencers's prestige meant that he didn't need to favor any one person.

"After the candidates have spoken, let the Kirin elect a new ***."

Spencers stroked Kirin's head, and Kirin had a crush on the old man.

Letting himself be embraced, the round eyes of the little unicorn grape looked at the four of them.

They spoke in order.

First up was Odom Tick, who spoke passionately.

His supporters cheered for him, and his confident appearance was in line with his American mainstream.

He advocated adventure and used the spirit of exploration to open new paths for the wizarding world.

This is something that Spencers recognizes.

Next up is Jing Zhang, who advocates equality, maintains order, and develops peacefully without interfering in other countries.

This made her gain the favor of a group of neutrals, and the voice of support for her became louder.

Then it was Inge who came on.

Spencers smiled, but there was scrutiny in his eyes.

Barty Sr. contacted the International Confederation of Wizards, and he had seen the ring that symbolized Schmidt.

As a senator, Spencers naturally recognized the emblem of the Schmidt family.

So to a certain extent, he was biased towards the words of old Barty.

Then at this moment, Inge's identity in his eyes became subtle.

Grindelwald.

Anyone who has seen that era will be in awe of it, Spencers delved into magic, but he also saw Grindelwald's methods.

He hugged the little unicorn, also to make sure that this unicorn would not be turned into a yin corpse by Grindelwald's old trick.

In addition to him, some of the dignitaries of the magical society who received the news were also staring at Inge.

Inge stood in front as he pulled out his wand so that his voice could reach everyone.

"Magic is dying."

The first words he spoke made his supporters stop cheering.

Inge didn't care, his expression was flat.

"Yes, it's in decline, the magic that we once prided ourselves on, that was regarded as a miracle."

His wand glowed, "Light, once exclusive to wizards, we had the magic of keeping day until night, but now, Muggle technology has created electric lights."

"They don't know magic, but their technology creates miracles that don't lose magic," Ingo said loudly, extinguishing his wand light, "they've taken away our miracles, technology is killing magic, Muggles are killing magic!"

"What we are proud of is being taken away little by little, but there are people who are still immersed in the past."

"Friends, the skies and seas that belong to us are being stripped away."

Once upon a time, before Muggles had created airplanes, that vast sky belonged to wizards.

When Muggles created airplanes, wizards who could have flown as they pleased, were forced to avoid them.

Inge's words make people think deeply.

In the picture, Inge waves his arm, and he exclaims, "We need to change, change our ways, magic is not going to wane, only wizards are going to make it fall!"

"It's a world where the fittest survive, and the jungle eats the strong," Inga roared,

"If you are not strong, you will die, and strength is the eternal melody, so we need to change! Change us! Let's be stronger! Make magic great again!"

Inge stopped his speech, and his supporters cheered.

He restrained his excitement and calmed himself again, looking at the peaceful Bhutanese sky, he said, "Thank you."

Walking back, Inge looked at Old Barty and smiled, "It's your turn, Crouch."

Old Barty took a deep look at Inge and stepped forward.

His cheers were loudest.

What Barty Sr. represents is a harmonious society that is visible to all.

In terms of grades, he is the best of the four.

Defeat Voldemort, imprison the Death Eaters, and promote a series of policies to promote the equality of werewolves.

In terms of seniority, he is also the oldest.

experienced Voldemort's chaos and competed for the position of Minister of Magic.

Having worked in the Ministry of Magic for decades, he has enough management experience.

In terms of prestige, he is also the best.

The Second Dynasty created a momentum for it, and the Old Alliance proclaimed its name.

Just standing there, he already met all the conditions to become a new ***.

"Ladies and gentlemen......

...

Middle-aged people came to the defense base.

After responding to inquiries to investigate the disappearance of the weapon, he went to his office.

Closing the door, he turned his head to see a man sitting in his place with his back to him.

The middle-aged man frowned, he touched his hand on the gun, drew his weapon, and said coldly, "Raise your hand and turn it slowly."

"You forgot about me?" The man slowly turned, revealing the same wizarding face that had appeared at the time of the theft, "General."

"Is that you?" The general didn't put down his weapon, and frowned and said, "The things have been delivered, what are you still doing here?"

"Oh?"

The young man was surprised, "I thought you would be glad to see me."

"Happy? You freaks," the general sneered, "and if it weren't for the help of your strength, you wouldn't even be qualified to appear in front of me."

The young man moved slightly, and the general's gun was pointed at the young man's hand.

"Don't move, take your hand off that wand, you won't want to try which is faster, magic or bullets."

The young man shrugged, and the general said, "Now, get out of my place and get out of my room."

Staring at the general with obvious threats, the young man was silent for a while and said, "It turns out that you are not serving the country either."

"Huh?" The general frowned.

I saw the young man suddenly disappear.

Immediately afterward, the general felt like he was being held down on his scalp.

He looked back, and the feeling was gone.

"What the hell are you doing!" The general realized that something was wrong, and a cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

The figure of the young man appeared, but the general did not move.

The disguise on his face fades away, revealing John's face.

He used his psychic magic to control the general, and raised his hand to probe his memories.

The General was like a book for John to flip through.

When he saw where the weapons were, John's face changed.

...

"Very well, the four candidates have their thoughts," Spencers said, putting down the unicorn, "let's get to the final session."

"Kirin's choice will elect a new *** for us!"

The Kirin, who had been put down, jumped to his feet and walked towards the four candidates.

It walked by, Odom Tick, and Odom smiled flatteringly, as if he felt that this would allow the Kirin to choose himself.

It's a pity that the bearded face really doesn't have enough affinity to let the Kirin walk over.

Jing Zhang was nervous, the corners of her lips tense.

The palms are placed on the front fold, maintaining a modest position.

The unicorn turned around, but still chose to go over.

It came to Inge.

Inge watched it quietly, and the Kirin hesitated for a moment before continuing to walk over.

Old Barty's supporters saw this and held their breath nervously.

Old Barty arrived at this time and suddenly felt that everything had become calm.

Once he was looking for the ladder of power, now that it was close at hand, he became unhurried.

The Kirin hovered in front of him, seemingly tangled.

Spencers was also a little nervous.

Under everyone's gaze, the Kirin walked back.

Old Barty was stunned, and saw the unicorn walk up to Inge, and in the same circle, and finally it bent down and bowed.

Not only Barty Sr., but Spencers was also stunned.

The people chosen by the Kirin must be pure, holy, and powerful.

But all this is unacceptable.

"Kirin made a choice?"

Spencers watched in amazement, and at that moment, a voice rang out.

"No! I can't!"

The group ran up quickly.

They also seemed to encounter a lot of resistance, and after coming up, they took a few breaths.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we need to see him for who he really is, and uncover his disguise!"

Lippi pointed at Inge and said loudly, "This person is not Inge Griffith!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Lippi's words were like throwing a boulder into a calm lake.

He held up the box in his hand.

"There's a murder here, the body of the former German Minister of Magic, Bart Schmidt!"

"He was killed in front of the public of the International Confederation of Wizards!"

Lippi opens the box, and a corpse floats out of it.

And Inge looked at everything indifferently.

...