I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

In Silver Hand Manor.

John fingered the ring.

He didn't understand a little.

"Grindelwald, what are you doing?"

There was a cold chill in his eyes, he closed them and opened them again.

The blackness of the eyes has all disappeared, replaced by a layer of gray.

John saw Gringotts under attack and the fanatic saints in his eyes.

He saw death, death everywhere.

Grindelwald will eventually have a battle with himself.

The grayness in John's eyes disappeared and returned to normal.

"Why, coincidence?" John found it hard to believe such a thing.

I just created momentum for the magic card, and Gringotts suffered a credit downgrade over there.

Wizards have a crisis of confidence in Gringotts, bringing Garon into the Second Dynasty.

The Second Dynasty is now involved in too many places.

Wizards can spend directly with the credits of the Second Dynasty.

Even if something happened to Garen, as long as the second dynasty still recognized the magic card, everything would work normally.

It can be said that the accident at Gringotts accelerated the development of the Second Dynasty.

Other countries may have to hesitate, but the wizards in the UK have unlimited trust in the second king.

Without hesitation, they took out the magic card deposited in Garen, and exchanged the heavy value for that small card.

The werewolves were the first to do this.

Chudai believed in this seemingly absurd thing without hesitation. He led the werewolf community, and everyone trusted John unconditionally.

Even though John never asked him to.

It can be said that once John's collapses or something happens, all the werewolves will go bankrupt.

"The trust is flattering," John murmured. "You've made me fear failure."

What is more terrifying than the blow is the trust that is so heavy that it is suffocating.

John's failure is no longer the failure of the second king, but he has to bear many things.

Erasing his thoughts, John looked at today's latest newspaper.

Gringotts employees lay weeping on the steps.

Basically, half of Gringotts was emptied, and they kept the other half.

"They can't guarantee the safety of their property." John glanced at it and threw it aside.

The current Gringotts is basically an empty shell.

But that's not enough.

John wanted more than that.

A string of numbers is easy, but the key is that you also need to keep physical currency.

So he wants to put the goblin minted currency into public possession.

As before, but the goblin lost the qualification for storage, only casting.

And casting also needs to be under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.

He was waiting, waiting for the goblin to surrender.

...

The saints clamored for justice, and used the holy fire to baptize the dirty goblins and corrupt money.

They want to create a new world, the existing can be destroyed.

The Ministry of Magic stopped these crazy acts, and more than 20 saints have been arrested before the end of this month alone.

And these people were turned over to the UK.

John threw people straight into Azkaban, where they became food for magic.

The magic furnace is running at high speed, and the saints have become the nourishment for dealing with the saints.

He searched everyone's brains.

Surprisingly, none of these people have a trace of Grindelwald.

"He has been preparing for a long time." John pondered, "The tower disappeared, and he transformed the entire Nurmengard."

John didn't know when Grindelwald started preparing.

Perhaps after the duel failed, he never stopped.

With the power of one person, transform that tower.

It's no less difficult than transforming the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

Rubbing between his brows, John frowned.

"My lord, tea." Tang Mi walked to the side and put down the teacup.

"Thank you, Tang Mi." John drank the freshly brewed black tea.

The corners of Tang Mi's mouth twitched, this was brewed with freshly boiled water.

"Grindelwald is not Voldemort." John put down his teacup without changing his expression. "He knows how to hide himself and has the ability to see the future."

"It's smart to hide yourself where the future won't see it."

To be honest, John was really curious about how Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald in the first place.

In other words, this brain is simply not the way of thinking of a normal person, let alone has a talent for prophecy.

"Then how do we defeat a person who can see the future?" Tang Mi's eyes sank.

He will not give up revenge on his friend, but Grindelwald is too against the sky.

"Maybe we can change our thinking." John raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Start with Muggles."

Grindelwald can think of getting weapons from Muggles, which is much better than the former Dark Lord.

But since the other party will have contact with Muggles, they will leave clues.

"I do hope that Master Tracker can give me some clues."

John has a candidate in his heart, but unfortunately, that candidate is still pregnant.

Nymphadora Tonks.

Disguise Mags.

Fortunately, John also has a tracking master.

Although it is not a disguise magus, he is very suitable, but the price is a bit expensive.

"The Ministry of Magic is gradually stabilizing, and the transfer of power is not smooth. At this time, external forces are needed to intervene."

John tapped his fingers on the table.

In the Bhutan incident, there were 300 ministers of magic and more than [-] officials. There are so many power vacancies. If they are not replaced quickly, a Ministry of Magic will collapse.

Therefore, it is a good choice to cut the mess quickly, and directly carry out a major upgrade.

If some departments are completely wiped out, former retired employees are hired to return to work for new training.

Only in this way can the localities be stabilized.

Grindelwald almost crippled the wizarding world this time, and the impact he caused directly squeezed out the despicable Haierbo and became the top of the list.

Even Voldemort had to call Big Brother when he saw him.

After all, Voldemort's greatest achievement was almost successful in England, unlike Grindelwald's direct attack on the International Federation of Wizards.

"Either he dies or I die."

The ending of John and Grindelwald is destined to defeat the other.

...

Evil and justice are not so simple to define.

At least in the eyes of the saints, they are justice and represent magic.

In the eyes of ordinary wizards, this is a group of lunatics.

The threat posed by Muggles made wizards' already extreme personalities even more extreme.

The definition among wizards is still vague.

Not to mention muggles and wizards.

A farm in the Muggle world.

All the animals inside died.

The owner there died, but the strange thing is that the cause of death of this person could not be investigated.

It was as if death came suddenly, and the healthy family didn't even have a cold.

Forensic autopsy revealed no traces of poisoning.

This is simply an incredible thing.

Mycroft looked at the corpse that was no different from a normal person.

He frowned and looked at the old forensic doctor over there.

"What was the cause of death?"

"Nothing." The old forensic doctor shook his head and said, "It's weird, they seem to die because of death."

"Die because of death?"

If Mycroft didn't have that amazing IQ, he would probably need to digest the words of the old forensic doctor now.

"No wound, no disease, no poisoning." The old forensic doctor also felt ridiculous, "This is the second time I have encountered such a thing."

"The second time?" Mycroft asked after thinking about it, "Where was the last time?"

"It must have been more than fifty years, Little Hangleton, where the local gentleman Tom Riddles died."

The old forensic doctor recalled: "I was only a teenager at that time, and I had never seen such a strange corpse."

"It's like they're asleep, and they're still wearing their dinner clothes."

"At that time, it was said that the gardener did it, and the unlucky guy was put in prison."

Mycroft looked at the policeman behind him, and ordered: "Take out the file on the Riddle family's death, as well as the testimony and witnesses at the time."

The fat policeman wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, nodded repeatedly and ran over to make arrangements.

Mycroft looked at the other person and said, "Arrange people to go to Little Hangleton."

The subordinate asked: "What about the configuration?"

McCoff paused, and said with deep eyes: "Level one."

"We may be facing those mysterious wizards," Mycroft said calmly, "It is also very likely that they are evil wizards."

He didn't know exactly what a wizard was like.

But he understands that those guys are dangerous.

It is human instinct to temporarily classify these guys as 'evil'.

No one will start out with the name of goodness and justice to the unknown.

Use a level [-] configuration, if the level [-] configuration can't catch a wizard.

Then humans should just let go of their hands and grab them.

...