Grindelwald said to John after Rune's words, "I didn't see far enough......

"Now I see farther than anyone else, John Wick."

"You know where to find me," he pointed at his pupils and smiled evilly, "Our battlefield isn't here, you know."

"People out there will be a burden to you."

With that, his body twisted and vanished.

And the whole Runi script of Nyumengard poured in this way.

Grindelwald's half-century in the Tower, where the magic condensed into the power to provide consumption.

John was buried in gold.

What happened to him now is the same thing that happened to Voldemort.

John wasn't Voldemort, though.

The black air in his eyes exploded.

Then his body exploded.

In the golden sea, black gas is everywhere.

A little momentum, turned into boundless darkness and went up.

John raised his right hand and swung his sword.

The prison of the golden runevin was shattered.

Outside the tower, the original golden tower, black cracks densely covered with words.

"Click."

The text is shattered.

Black covers the entire tower up to the spire.

Everything is submerged.

The next second.

The black suddenly shrank into John's body.

His face was gloomy.

Glanced at the picture that was burning.

Until the last wisps of flame engulfed it, the flame photo disappeared.

Raising his hand, he glanced at the hideous wound on the back of his hand.

The wound is healing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

Walking out of here, John glanced at one of the rooms, where the mirrors were somehow covered in fog.

A line of words is emerging.

Before the handwriting could be revealed, John raised his hand and waved.

The mirror exploded.

He walked down the tower.

The roses under the tower are gradually withering.

And life is gradually passing away.

There are fewer of the saints left, and they are resisting.

A heart-rending cry rang out, and John looked.

Theodore collapsed in a pool of blood, his chest nearly torn open.

Pansy hurriedly opened the white fresh, and fell on the wound with trembling hands to stop the bleeding.

One of the Saints uses a vicious spell, and Theodore pushes Pansy away, only to be hit himself.

The blood pooled on the ground where he was lying.

Sticky blood, not like it just came out.

John walked over and said lightly, "Get out of the way."

He reached out and stroked Theodore's wound.

The hideous wound gradually closed.

Pansy wept with joy, and John got up calmly.

He looked around, and the last of the saints had died under Barty Jr.'s curse.

Little Barty's sideburns were white and he looked much haggard.

At this point, let the dark time of the wizarding world be passed.

This scene was also seen by everyone in the broadcast.

The second king personally led the team to complete all this.

And his prestige also became a legend in the wizarding world at this moment.

...

Lord Wick.

The name became an honorific title for everyone.

In front of the Weasley's Magic Tricks, the cheers seemed to make the Muggle next door feel as sensational.

There are already many people around here.

Some people are crying, they are lamenting the hardships of this time, and at the same time they are happy about their future.

There were also those who rejoiced, and although their king had been trying to keep them from being overshadowed by the gloom, it was something to be happy about.

"20% off all merchandise, celebrate our victory!" Fred cheered.

George also cheered, "The asylum flag is free!"

He is the most business-savvy person in the Weasley family.

Their words immediately drew cheers from all the wizards, who rushed into the Weasley Wizardry one by one to buy something.

Cheerful atmosphere rendering.

The age of terror of the saints is over.

All the saints are a thing of the past.

...

International Confederation of Wizards.

The delegates of those countries, they also hugged and cheered like children.

It was a battle that had haunted them for a long time.

The death of the last saint made them relax like never before.

Only Percy, he was not happy.

He stared at the screen, his eyes lit up.

"Where's Grindelwald?"

Someone asked a question, and the joyful atmosphere was stopped.

Then everyone turned their heads to look at the king in the camera.

yes, what about Grindelwald?

When the king walked out of the tower, could it be that he killed Grindelwald?

The changes in the tower just now were taken into their eyes.

But Grindelwald is so easy to deal with?

They couldn't even see where John had wounds.

Is Grindelwald too weak, or is John Wick too strong.

They wanted to see it say from the king's mouth that those things were finished.

Whether it was the life of Grindelwald, or the age of the saints.

They stared at the screen, waiting for the king to speak.

...

Hogwarts.

A mirror shattered.

Dumbledore looked at the fragments of the mirror, and he was silent.

Fingers were cut by lenses and bleeding.

He raised his hand, and the wound stopped bleeding.

He understood that the two men had already come into contact.

But he knew better that this contact would certainly not make people happy.

He sensed Grindelwald's purpose.

It was a crazy man, and he looked the same way before and now.

It seems that among the people who have changed, there is only oneself?

Dumbledore sighed.

The eldest of three brothers.

He always was.

...

John looked around, and his own losses were not great.

It was a war that was watched by wizards all over the world.

And won this war yourself?

Not really.

Grindelwald left.

This is not the stage for his sacrifice, being able to see the future Grindelwald and choose to arrange his death.

In decency to follow the saints to death, or to try to make magic greater, he chose the latter.

John also knew the strength of Grindelwald now through the fight just now.

Level 7.

Without the use of the Elder Wand, John was not much different from Grindelwald's strength.

With the blessing of the Elder Wand, the outcome of the two is still unknown.

"I've been cruel all my life, but now I'm talking about mercy?"

John sneered, did he think that the stage was not big enough to go to war in Newmengard, or did he think that this place could not be used as a place of eternal rest?

Grindelwald is not merciful.

He is, as he says, the other side of John Wick.

John, on the other hand, will not hand everything over easily.

The two big men under Newmongaard finally made their way to the end of the passage.

They stared at the rusty thing, glancing at each other.

"I think I've seen this."

"I remember where I saw it, too."

The two IQs that had once made Professor Flitwick pat their heads in agony, after thinking for a while, finally remembered what it was.

"I think it was in a Muggle documentary, what do they call it......

"I don't remember, I just remember it exploding."

"Oh, it would have exploded."

With that, Galton paused, and he looked at Crabbe.

That little bit of high IQ finally came into play.

The two men hurried up the stairs behind the passage.

"It's going to explode here!"

They screamed in terror.

Crabbe was also kicked in the heel by Goyle.

Ignoring the pain, they ran up and screamed.

And this noisy movement also attracted John.

The old antique, corrupted by magic, under the tower, struggled to walk for the last few minutes.

It was a big guy born with the Polish Wizardry.

Its brother has disappeared, and as a big fat man who came out of the same door, it also needs to choose to take some people with it.

There was a ticking sound.

The beating second hand reaches the last square.

...

United States.

Webb was held in the most secret place.

He was interrogated, a Muggle elixir, something that relaxes the nerves and makes it easy for secrets to be asked, injected into his body.

Webb, who was bound all over, grinned.

It seems to have been bewildered by this comforting thing.

"What's your name?"

"Webb Dylan."

"You're a wizard?"

"Yes."

The questioner is a Ph.D. in the service of the American Mystical Society.

He stared at Webb, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, as if he was sarcastic, and the so-called wizards were nothing more than that.

Mr. Mike, after participating in the unrecorded negotiation, was talking incoherently about the wizarding world.

As a high-achieving student who grew up in technology, the doctor scoffed at the so-called magic.

His view was that the magic was nothing more than advanced magic.

What can be done is only a small change.

Pistols and bullets, just let this one wizard be restrained.

There's nothing that technology can't solve.

Disdainfully, the doctor continued to ask.

"Tell me something."

"Something?" Webb, who was still confused, looked at the doctor.

Those eyes were clear like never before.

Muggle elixir, but it didn't work.

Or, in other words, in the presence of a wizard who has studied Occlumency, it is useless.

"Anything you want to know, I can tell you."

Webb stared at the doctor and said, "All things."

...