John Wick.

Their king.

The leader of the future wizarding world.

When John first arrived, he was greeted with questioning, reluctant glances.

Despite the crisis, some want to continue as winners in this game of thrones.

But as time went on, John became more and more important.

He was so important that the place called the International Confederation of Wizards was lost, and losing him was like losing everything.

It used to be a member of the International Federation of Wizards, but now it is the International Federation of Wizards who is attached to John.

He's the one who dominates.

John sat down.

He looked at Penelope on the side, his face strange.

Are your friends really going to get married this year?

Penelope, a strong woman, is also shy.

Percy clasped the bandage on his fingers, as if there was something worth studying about the bandage.

"Lord Wick, what are we going to do next?"

Charles Rolland asked, "After this battle, it has basically been exposed."

The eyes of the wizards were focused on John.

John looked at them, "Are you afraid?"

Afraid of Muggles?

Of course!

The war has already told them.

But John's arrival gave them another answer, and Gresham looked at John feverishly and said, "Under your leadership, we have nothing to fear."

"You see the damage of the war, but you don't see the change that the war brings."

John crossed his chin and muttered, "This war is impossible for any of our Ministries of Magic to win."

"The wizarding world needs to come together, not work in silos, as it used to be."

His idea was finally ready to be proposed.

The representatives of the ministries of magic were dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic asked hesitantly, "What do you mean......

"We don't need the International Confederation of Wizards." John said directly, "What we need is a new place where we can be held together."

"The State, not the Ministry of Magic."

He stared at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and said, "We're too loose."

"We need a shield to protect ourselves, and we need a sword to keep the outside from approaching."

His words caused an uproar.

The looseness that the wizard had maintained for many years was about to be subverted at the word of John.

"We are different," said the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, standing up excitedly, "our lives and habits are different."

"Forcibly putting them together will only cause friction."

He was unwilling, and he had a point.

Everyone's habits are different.

In other words, the plug is different in each of their countries, how can this be integrated?

"We need time."

John's face didn't change, "Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years."

"There's not going to give us much time outside, they've seen the wizard."

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic calmed down, and John had a point.

A country needs the participation of the entire wizarding world's combatants.

Then in the case of dispersion, they are more dangerous.

"Besides, we're just assembled," John said, raising an eyebrow, "in a land big enough that we can huddle together like Europe."

In fact, there is not much land needed by wizards.

Their population has already determined this premise.

So John didn't think it was serious about the differences in the habits of wizards in different countries.

Subtly, the wizards of those countries will gradually merge with each other.

he

Preparations have been made before.

Quidditch.

The Quidditch model he wanted to create was to put the wizards of these different countries in the table with their disputes on Quidditch.

Diagon Alley will scream when it defeats Diagon Alley, and Tumbledown Alley will try harder to fight Diagon Alley again the following year.

"The problem is, we don't have the land." Gresham said in a deep voice.

"That's not a problem," John said meaningfully, "why do you think I'm hiding the Magical Guild?"

Everyone was stunned.

Isn't it to keep them safe?

But John's expression told them that it wasn't just that.

Wizards were far more powerful than Muggles in building unbelievable structures.

Create.

This is what miracles look like.

"I've chosen a good place for our world," John chuckled, "and moved it as it was."

Can it really be done?

If so, it doesn't seem impossible.

The delegates hesitated.

The Magical Congress of America, seriously, no one is more tragic than they are.

As far as history goes, they have moved several times.

Every time it's a secrecy law crisis.

This time too.

You can manage it brightly and brightly, and you don't have to worry about being discovered.

This is very tempting for them.

"What about those Muggle wizards?" Gresham hesitated, "Those little wizards are going to school."

Percy listened to their discussion in silence.

It seems that even these clever deputies did not find out.

The focus of their discussion has shifted from the fusion of the wizarding worlds to the things that will come up after the fusion.

No one objected.

When it comes to going to school, John doesn't want to integrate them all.

For example, individual schools.

He won't move.

Naturally, school attendance is still the same as before.

The meeting gradually turned into a discussion of the establishment of a magical kingdom.

By the end of this meeting, the sun had completely set.

Percy sits on a bench with John.

They stared at the vending machines in the hallway of the Ministry of Magic in front of them.

"A new work from the Alchemy Department?"

"Yes, but only Garon for now." Percy said, "Everything you've done has changed so much since you became ***."

"But is the war really over?" Percy looked at John and asked, "Where did you go after we left?"

"Went to a Muggle."

John picked up a Galleon and walked to the vending machine, which he put inside.

He flicked the switch on it and said casually, "There are some smart people in the Muggle world who can be worth exploiting."

"Is what we've shown really enough?" Percy took a bottle of Butterbeer from John, his eyes flickering, "If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead."

"Like an ant, we didn't make them really hurt."

His heart was heavy, and although he didn't say it, he felt that the army he was leading could not make Muggles feel pain.

"Enough." John opened the butterbeer and took a sip of it, and said calmly, "We know, that's enough."

"They see our determination to fight back, and all that's left is to make them hurt."

John turned his head to look at the other side of the hallway, and Penelope didn't come over to participate, but stopped at a distance.

"Yours are the result of this pain?" Percy also opened the butterbeer, took a sip and frowned, "What are you going to do?"

"Let them know that there is a monster in the wizarding world."

John quietly put the butterbeer down, and he felt like it was out of date.

"You're not that monster."

Percy looked at John earnestly, "You are our king."

"Maybe." John shrugged, "I need to be stronger before I can do that."

"I thought that a duel with Grindelwald would allow me to cross that limit."

"The battle between life and death can bring out the potential of the human body." Drawing his Elder Wand, John looked at the bulging nodules above, "It doesn't seem to be enough."

"He's already the strongest, isn't he okay?"

Percy was a little confused, "There is no one in the whole wizarding world who is more ...... than him Wait."

He stared at John's Elder Wand in a daze.

The previous owner of this wand.

"Do you really want to do that, John?"

He understood, and said in disbelief, "Fight him?"

The greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore.

Coming to this conclusion strikes Percy as ridiculous.

Because he knew John, although the old man did not support John at some times, John never wanted to be his enemy.

"God has stepped down from the altar, Percy."

Rubbing his fingers over the Elder Wand, John said calmly, "I made him a condition that he couldn't refuse."

Level 8, in the dark, seems to be waiting there.

Percy nodded, and he got up to see Penelope and asked John, "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Trust me." John groaned.

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