Crouch and his son are both Slytherins.

Twisting and not being straightforward is always written on the face.

Old Barty regarded his son as proud, but he never kept this pride in his heart and never said it.

Because of this, in Barty Jr.'s eyes, his father never took him as pride, leading to the idea of joining the Death Eaters to prove himself.

But this disaster made old Barty almost lose this son again.

What he once owed had not been made up, and this frightened him.

Barty Sr. is not the best Minister of Magic in a hundred years, and he is not a candidate for the International Confederation of Wizards.

He was just a father, a father who was afraid of losing his son.

Father and son reconciled here.

Odom's voice came.

"Hey, there's another one here, take a hand!"

Odom couldn't save people with one hand, so he grabbed the man buried under the rubble and dragged him outside.

Barty Sr. and Barty Jr. passed.

They clean up the heavy loads on them and let people be dragged out.

"Why does it look familiar?" Odom stared at the face of the rescued.

Suddenly, the rescued man opened his eyes.

Startled Odom.

"Are you alright?" Odom said to the man with his face covered in blood.

The other party did not respond, just looked at himself.

Odom was a little upset, and he didn't need to thank him for saving his life.

He looked around and said, "We need to reorganize the rescue of the people, we have to leave first."

As a candidate who can be nominated, Odom is not a mediocre person.

The attack did not reach the castle in the air, where the wizards did not yet know what was happening.

"I'll take Ms. Zhang down, Barty...... Old Barty, you wait and bring your son here."

Odom looked at the father and son, and said to the rescued, "Can you still move, leave with us?"

The stunned appearance of the rescued person makes people wonder if he has broken his brain.

Barty Jr. looked at each other, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Suddenly, the man yelled, "Make magic great again!"

It was Starr, who didn't die, but he didn't intend to live.

The thing in his hand was loosened, and it was a button.

"Protego"

Old Barty didn't think twice, and his wand was aimed at little Barty.

Firelight envelops the area.

Odom didn't have time to react, and his body was already devoured.

"Father!"

A violent explosion blew little Barty flying.

In the firelight, he saw the guilty look in old Barty's eyes.

The terrifying explosion caused the castle in the air to be damaged again.

Booming tremors.

Barty Jr. rolled over the ground a dozen times and almost fainted.

He fell to the ground, just in time to see a dozen falling objects in the sky dragging the flames flying towards him.

A fall is a devastating blow that destroys everything.

Without hesitation, enduring his grief, Barty Jr. picked up the wand that Barty Sr. had dropped, and used Apparition to leave.

Jing Zhang looked at the approaching death, sat himself up, and straightened the ends of his hair.

Three crashes in a row into the castle in the air, completely destroying this place.

The rest, amid the screams of the inhabitants, destroyed the place.

It was a catastrophe in the history of magic.

All those who survived that disaster will not forget.

The devastating blow Muggle technology inflicted on magic that day.

Magic, which is so proud, is so fragile.

This catastrophe made people see the insignificance of magic, the weakness of wizards, and the strength of Muggles.

And this catastrophe is far from over.

...

in the Kingdom of Bhutan

On the east side, a group of wizards and Muggle-dressed men did not speak.

They just watched the explosion signal come back and was silent.

In the void, a golden line was slashed.

Immediately after that, a passage appeared.

John came out of it.

He was silent and asked, "Why?"

"Magical society is in decline," said the old pedantic, with glasses on his face, "and we want to save it."

"Your salvation has killed thousands."

There was an endless coldness in John's eyes.

Despite the fact that he got a position from the general to rush, he was a step too late.

"They don't understand this, they don't understand the dangers that Muggles cause, and it's a wake-up call," the old pedant said.

His voice stopped abruptly.

The body was shattered by white light.

Instead of putting his wand down, John looked at the others.

A young man came out and said, "To make magic great again, honorable second king."

"The birth of a hero is accompanied by the existence of demons," said the young man, "and there needs to be evil before there can be justice."

"Only in this way can heroes be born who lead everyone on the right path."

John knew that these people did not regret it.

They are like martyrs, willing to die for their ideals.

John raised his wand, and white ripples emanated.

Everyone died.

He paddled through the passage and headed to the place where magic originated.

The eyes were full of devastation, and there was no stop wailing under the ruins.

That's what Grindelwald is all about, a show that deceives everyone into the past.

John looked numb as he walked towards the castle in the sky.

Someone on the road called for help from him, but he didn't seem to hear it.

Walking step by step towards the ruined castle, John saw it.

He sees his partner.

Yes, it's him.

That almost carbonized body.

John walked numbly.

He lost, and lost completely.

Carefully planned, he was going to push Barty Sr. into that position.

But the result was a huge failure.

He reached out and touched Old Barty's hand, and the debris fell off as soon as he touched it.

"Looks like I'm not smart enough."

John stared at Old Barty's corpse as he slowly got up.

Like a walking corpse, he walked down.

Death.

Weep.

Wail.

The flames scorched, and the ruins wailed.

The cry of the loss, the groans of pain.

Everything is impacting the heart of the second king.

He thought he had been through enough.

Killing Voldemort was enough to put himself on top.

It was enough to be proud of the brutal Hogwarts battle.

John's heart was pumping.

He tripped and he looked up.

Half of the body buried under the rubble was revealed, and the face was Theodore.

Seeing his familiar face, John's numb expression finally had another color.

With a wave of his hand, he removed the weight that was pressing on Theodore's body, dragging the man out of it, and he used a healing spell to heal Theodore.

Theodore woke up and he saw John.

John put the man down, and his body burst into light.

Then fly into the sky.

Like a little sun, he attracted everyone under this disaster.

John waved his wand.

The passage in front of you opens.

The Star Spirit Divine Guard appeared, and one by one the golden villains jumped from the sky and turned into Divine Guards when they landed.

Then he waved again, "Divine Protection."

body."

Streaks of silver light flew out of the wand and fell to the ground.

Where he was pointing, elemental guards rose from the ground.

They moved the rubble out of the way and rescued the people inside.

White light condensed from the tip of the wand and spilled from the sky.

Wherever the light shines, the wounded are healed.

At this moment, John was like a god.

His light shone on every wizard.

A Ministry of Magic employee who was treated by the white light watched as he watched the scene, silently raising his wand and using projection magic.

The images of the Ministries of Magic extinguishing gradually lit up.

All the people who were affected by the attack were there watching.

And they saw that the second king was shining brightly.

And they saw that the second king had saved the world.

This catastrophe was aided by John's hand.

Rescue thousands of wizards from the ruins of death.

They all looked at the god-like man.

Facing everyone's gaze, John slowly fell.

He didn't speak, just walked by silently.

The wizard looked at him.

John stopped and said lightly, "Go home, bring them back."

His words, no one objected.

The wizard found his family and friends, and they looked at the dead people, tears falling silently.

Righteousness is born out of evil.

Heroes, born after the calamity.

...