Poland?

What happened in Poland?

Everyone looked at Charles Rolland.

The Minister of Magic looked terrified at the moment.

He struggled to speak, "The Polish Ministry of Magic is gone."

The crowd stared at him blankly.

He continued, "It was a devastating catastrophe that covered the Ministry of Magic and the Wizards' Gathering Place."

"That catastrophe spread to Warsaw."

"Not a single life is alive."

After he said the last word, he sat down weakly.

Quiet pin drop can be heard.

Everyone is digesting this information.

It's as if I've forgotten to breathe.

Until someone exhales heavily.

The crowd gasped one after another.

Again the death of the wizard, the loss of thousands of lives.

Basically, Polish magical society was erased from the map.

"We need him." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was hesitant just now, said dumbfoundedly.

He became agitated and yelled, "We need John Wick!"

"Only He can save us!"

Not leading, not leading.

It's salvation.

Grindelwald opens Pandora's box.

The wizarding world counts down to death.

"Calm down, Oblansk." The old man spoke.

He looked at Percy, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is the second king?"

The delegates to the parliament looked eagerly at Percy.

What John Wick now represents is the entire wizarding world.

Percy took in the changes in the crowd and said lightly, "My king, he is in Bhutan."

"What does he need?" The old man knew that Percy was not that simple.

Percy stood up and said earnestly, "Respect."

The old man also stood up.

He said with great seriousness, "The Cultivators' Association is willing to listen to orders."

Other Ministry of Magic representatives stood up.

"The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic cooperates with the Second King."

"The German Ministry of Magic cooperates with the Second King."

"The French Ministry of Magic collaborates with the Second King."

"The Norwegian Ministry of Magic cooperates with the Second King."

"...... of the Ministry of Magic of Finland"

Ministries of Magic have taken a stand.

Yale Fan opened his mouth, and finally turned into a sigh.

The end of the parliament.

Percy walked to the fireplace.

"Weasley." Charles Rowland ran over.

Percy paused and looked at Charles Rowland quietly.

Minister Roland sorted out what he wanted to say, and asked cautiously, "Lord Wick, is there a way to restore peace to the wizarding world?"

Hearing his words, Percy thought for a moment.

"Has he ever let you down?"

Minister Roland was stunned for a moment, thinking about it carefully, never.

The corners of Percy's mouth curled, "That's the answer."

No matter what, the stars will always believe in their king.

By the time Percy was on his way to Parliament, the entire Second Dynasty was already in rapid motion.

...

The French Delacour family calms the restless populace.

It was only this devastating explosion that made the wizard see the insignificance of magic.

There is nothing to describe.

There is only despair.

They are crazy and chaotic in the streets.

It seems to be the last of the apocalypse.

Mr. Delacour frowned, and Mrs. Delacour was clinging to her little daughter.

Their eldest daughter, the French Hibiscus Flower, and Fleur Delacour went straight out.

"Quiet!"

Fleur uses a loud spell, and her voice spreads out for a long time.

The chaotic place quieted down.

She spoke proudly, "I, Fleur Delacul, a member of the Society of the Stars, the eldest daughter of the Ancient Alliance Delacul, and a warrior of Beauxbatons."

The list of names made people stunned, and they looked at the woman who was too beautiful to speak.

"What are you afraid of?" Fleur jumped onto the top statue, the badge symbolizing the Society of Stars glowing on her chest, and she held out her finger to name a wizard.

The named wizard was a little overwhelmed, but he was overwhelmed by his broken emotions and yelled, "We're going to die, Grindelwald and Muggles are going to destroy us!"

"Grindelwald?" Fleur said in a tone of extreme contempt and sarcasm, "The first Dark Lord?"

"Are you afraid of him?"

As if it was humiliating to be afraid of Grindelwald, Fleur's voice was full of disdain.

This attitude was uncomfortable, and some people angrily said, "He's going to kill you!"

"Then let him come!"

Fleur lifted her white chin and said haughtily, "Kill me, my king, will avenge me, so I am never afraid!"

She looked at the wizards, and there was no doubt in her voice.

"Wizards, do not panic, my king, he will protect you, he will take care of you as if you were his own children."

"Are you afraid of death? My King, he is incomparably mighty."

Mr. Delacour watched dumbfoundedly as his daughter made an impassioned statement.

Gabrielle's eyes were full of little stars.

A wizard asked aloud, "Your king? Who is he?"

The corners of Fleur's lips curled, and she waved her wand.

A banner with stars and a wand appeared, and in the midst of the stars, a silver hand holding a wand.

She stands on the tallest statue and holds a flag.

Flags fly.

"My king, named John Wick, the second king of the wizarding world, the founder of the Silver Hand, the strongest alchemist, the smartest wizard."

She did not hesitate to praise her, and used her wand to make a hole in the statue's head, and took the flag away.

"My King, he protects his people."

"From now on, the French Hideout will become a refuge for John Wick, and as long as this flag is still there, Doomsday will not be able to find it!"

After saying that, Fleur added.

"The Dark Lord? It's scary!"

"But my king has slain!"

The wizard, who was originally full of fear, was now attracted to the beautiful silver-haired girl.

Like Joan of Arc, the figure holding the flag invigorates the French wizard community.

Fleur took a deep breath and shouted, "Follow my king!"

A name is being called throughout the hidden place.

John Wick.

...

United Kingdom.

Meeting under the old Malfoy Manor.

Someone is afraid.

"Grindelwald has gone mad." The head of the House of Bosses was horrified, "He's going to kill all the wizards."

"Are you scared, Bird?" Lucius sat on the stone chair, his gaze gloomy.

At his side was the future heir of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy.

Persd sneered, "But Lord Wick didn't speak, did you?"

Trigger keyword, Draco Malfoy activates.

"You're confused, aren't you?" Malfoy came out and scolded, "John is in Bhutan, did he say he was going to surrender?"

"But ......"

"Nothing!" Malfoy pointed at Bird's nose and scolded, "You cowardly mouse, eat and be the child's table later!"

"What haven't we experienced?"

"Just a Grindelwald?"

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We will only be stronger, and any weaker person can leave now!"

Malfoy patted his chest and said, "Even if there is war, we will not be afraid!"

"The Second King? Sooner or later, he will become the king of the wizarding world!"

Birdside was blushing at the point.

Just then, someone stood up and walked outside.

Malfoy looked at it, a little confused.

"Neville, where are you going?"

Neville paused, and glanced back at the people of the Ancient Alliance.

"I'm going back and get my sword," he insisted, "I'll be the first to die on the battlefield."

"Good!"

Mr. Longbottom clapped his hands violently, stood up, and said, "Worthy of the lion of Longbottom, Longbottom hereby swears to throw all of them into battle!"

"Longbottom will be the king's sword!"

Lucius also stood up.

Malfoy was once a symbol of the wizarding world's fortune and avoidance.

But now, the head of the family said, "The Malfoy family will fully support Lord Wick, even if we die, it will not make us cowardly."

"Might, gentlemen," he said, his gaze swept over the family members present, "to flee represents the abandonment of the glory of the ancient race, and it is time for us to fight for the king."

"Our battlefield has begun, to the world, to proclaim the mercy of the king."

The family members present stood up, including the former Birdside.

Mr. Weasley looked at the group and it seemed that he was really wrong.

What he thought was rotten was inadvertently changed by Him.

The present ancient Union.

The current king.

Mr. Weasley put his hand to his heart.

"I'm proud of you, Percy."

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