"How did they get into trouble?"

"Muggles, Muggle weapons!"

"It's terrible when Muggles will get this power."

"We must resist and destroy those things!"

"It's not the Muggles who are at fault, it's the people!"

"If Muggles didn't have these weapons, we'd be fine!"

The international magical community has fallen out in a hurry.

And at this time, a terrible statement was born.

"This world belongs to wizards," the white-haired wizard appeared in the wizard's tavern, his face calm, "those horrible, destructive things, Muggles made them, will appear in wizards' heads."

"Grindelwald?!"

Someone screamed in horror.

Grindelwald smiled, ignoring his fears, and headed for the tavern.

"I know some of you are afraid of me, yes, yes, that attack, let's put it this way."

He stood in front of him, alone, without the slightest retinue.

"Is that really an attack?" He looked at a middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard's legs trembled with fright.

Grindelwald smiled at him.

"We should see who the Kirin has chosen."

He reminded everyone that before that explosion came, there was already a new *** of the International Confederation of Wizards.

After his reminder, everyone remembered that there was such a thing.

But that devastating attack has nothing to do with that ***.

"Have you ever wondered why he became ***?" Grindelwald pointed his index finger at it and said, "Magic chose him, and all he did was save magic!"

"!" A young wizard yelled, "Thousands of wizards died in that attack!"

"Yes, these are necessary," Grindelwald did not deny, he walked up to the young wizard and asked, "Tell me, how did they die?"

"They died in Muggle weapons......

Grindelwald looked around at everyone, "Those things, Muggles are still many, and those things, sooner or later, will fall on the heads of wizards."

He raised his hand, like a missile, and his fingers fell.

Everyone shuddered.

"I let you see this in advance, so that you understand," he said in a demagogic voice behind the back of his hands, "In this world, power reigns supreme, and Muggles have the power to destroy us."

"If we don't unite, we'll be turned into revenants with more powerful weapons."

A wizard hesitated, "But the wizards who were attacked ......."

"They're destroying us," Grindelwald said, "The Law of Secrecy is constantly exploiting our living space, and the once weak Muggles, under the protection of the Law of Secrecy, are too strong for wizards to deal with."

"Brothers and sisters," Grindelwald said, with tears on his face, "I want everyone to be awake."

Grindelwald said sincerely, "The sword of Damocles hangs overhead."

"The danger we face has forced me to resort to such extreme means."

After that, he had another moving tear.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he pleaded, "Devil *** is great, believe me, my compatriots."

The tavern fell silent.

...

The flame cleanses the decayed.

It was only when this slogan was sounded that the ministries of magic of each country reacted.

Got a home stolen.

The Witch Party shouting slogans, they want to make magic great again.

They invited their compatriots to join them.

Add the magic.

The choice of the unicorn proves the choice of magic.

Those deaths are the fires sacrificed before the dawn, illuminating them and waking them up.

Muggle technology

Threatens the survival of magic.

If nothing changes, what awaits them will be a desperate situation from which there is no escape, as in Bhutan.

"Grindelwald killed thousands of wizards and now shouts slogans for magic?" Germany's Minister of Magic, Gresham, escaped by not attending, and he lashed out at an impromptu meeting organized by the International Federation of Wizards.

"20 Ministers of Magic, 300 Ministry of Magic employees, 2,123 innocent wizards," Gresham roared angrily, "they're all dead!"

"Yes, we know very well," said the Bulgarian Minister of Magic Oblansk in Parliament, "but we don't have the Gellert Grindelwald equipment at the moment."

"British Minister for Magic Barty Crouch died in this attack." Someone said, "We need a ***."

「***？」 Gresham felt ridiculous, "You're still thinking about that bit of power at this point?"

"No, I didn't mean me." The man was a little embarrassed and said, "We can find a new leader to lead us."

"He's right," said Bulgaria's Minister of Magic, Oblansk, "the more this happens, the more we need to unite."

"Grindelwald is preaching the Muggle threat all over the world," Obranske said, "and we need to *** calm the minds of the masses."

"The Muggle threat?" Gresham scoffed, "We're all in contact with some official in Muggle countries, don't we know?"

"You don't know." The old voice spoke.

Gresham was about to retort when he saw the man, and he closed his mouth.

It was an old man like Spencers, someone from the Delchers' Guild.

"Muggles have always been wary of wizards." The old man's cloudy eyes swept over the delegates present.

The Minister of Magic is dead, and those nations will only be able to elect representatives to the current parliament.

Contact with the Muggle government, whether in the wizarding world or Muggles, is top secret.

Only the president, the prime minister and the like know.

Similarly, the Minister of Magic is eligible to contact the Muggle government.

"Wizards are feared because they are mysterious."

The old man was once the Minister of Magic of a country, and after abdicating his throne, he became a member of the Delcher's Guild.

So he understood very well that the image of wizards in Muggles was mysterious.

And the mystery will make them jealous of the wizard, so that they will stay on the sidelines of the wizard.

Once when Fudge was the Minister of Magic, he dictated to the Prime Minister, even asking him to work with wizards.

It's an act of death, and only an ignorant fool would do it.

The purpose of the secrecy law is to keep it secret.

Only by making their image more elusive will Muggles not make a move.

But if the Muggles were to know, the wizard would die under the missile.

Then the mystery of the wizard will cease to exist.

The long-established mysterious collapse, so what is the exchange?

It's hard to think about it.

"We need a hero to lead us out of this suffocating and crumbling world."

The old man said in a deep voice, "Grindelwald is trying to be that hero, and we need to stop him."

Yes.

Muggles see the vulnerability of wizards, and wizards see the strength of Muggles.

This is Grindelwald's conspiracy.

No, Impotence.

He's giving wizards a path they can't choose.

And he himself became the leader, outlawing the status of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Who's this candidate?" Someone asked.

This is no ordinary thing, this is the real building that will fall.

"Dumbledore...... Yale Fan is also in this council.

"Don't mention Dumbledore."

The voice was voiced by a representative of the British Ministry of Magic...... Percy Weasley.

Percy said in a deep voice, "Dumbledore, what is there for you to miss besides that magic?"

"Watch your words, Weasley." Yalefan said coldly, "Dumbledore once defeated Grindelwald!"

"How did you defeat it?" Percy sneered, "You don't know that person."

"He's not going to have power, as he says desire, desire, ha." Percy shook his head and said, "How ridiculous are you trying to tell Dumbledore and wait for him to reject you?"

"You've done that, haven't you?"

The representatives looked at each other, and it was true that Dumbledore's reputation in the Ministry of Magic was really not good.

"I'm telling you, even if he doesn't choose, he'll mobilize for it," Percy crossed his hands to his chin, "he'll gather his former friends and do 'Dumbledore save the world' again."

Yes, that's right.

All remember it well.

What a familiar recipe they have experienced.

Percy shifted his gaze to the French Minister of Magic, who was three positions away, and said, "Mr. Roland, who do you think is more suitable?"

Charles Rolland saw that everyone's eyes were moving to him, and he smiled on his face, but in fact, he cursed in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Roland had no choice but to say; "Dumbledore really doesn't fit in."

"He's old, and Grindelwald is young now."

He hesitated, and said, "We have younger ones, don't we?"

Young?

Who?

Roland knew what he was going to do next, and he would make himself a complete fan of that man.

But he didn't have a choice.

He threw the newspaper out and let it unfold in the air.

"That's the hero we need."

The wizards in the meeting, like in the newspapers, looked up at the man above.

The second king, John Wick.

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