The palm with the emerald green ring caressed the bronze railing.
John slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor.
"Five years ago, this place was in chaos."
"Families are supposed to be allies, but for the sake of some benefits, they become mortal enemies."
"A disorderly society breeds moths and eats away at the profit space."
"The gap in information leads to injustice, unfair transactions lead to conflicts, and conflicts lead to killings."
The stairs ended under his feet, and his feet entered the same space as everyone else on the first floor.
John looked calm and said: "Killing makes magic decay."
His eyes swept over the big shots, and some people with two minds avoided his eyes.
John didn't care but started walking in the scene. Wherever he passed, someone would consciously give way to a path.
"Profit is both a shackle and a pivot."
"We gather because of interests, we unite because of interests, and we are bound by interests."
"I don't want to see the killings between wizards. The rules I set serve the wizards and serve more power."
"Fairness, everywhere is full of contradictions."
"I can't make all wizards fair, but I can guarantee," John stopped, he was already in the center of the crowd, "what I saw is fair."
His eyes fell on the three people in front of him.
The surrounding wizards moved away, leaving the three of them in plain sight.
The three of them didn't expect this, and they became visibly panicked.
"Yaxley, Avery, Carlo."
He called the names one by one, walked up to the three of them, and asked calmly: "I forgive you for being my enemy, why don't you cherish it?"
Yaxley held on to his composure and asked in confusion: "Mr. Wick, we have never been your enemy."
John smiled, turning his back on them and walking toward one end.
"What Voldemort gave you was nothing but fear. What I gave you was generosity that allowed you to survive."
"It's a pity that you failed to live up to my generosity," John said calmly, "Do you think I don't know who is behind the scenes in the materials industry?"
"Let me think about it, your goal now," John said, "Do you want to damage the reputation of the Longbottom family? Or do you want to collapse this alliance?"
"It's surprising that Voldemort can keep you loyal even after his death."
John raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A dueling platform was created on the ground between the two sides.
John stood on top calmly and said with an indifferent expression: "Come up, or be expelled now."
Seeing that his deeds were exposed, Yaxley looked at each other with Carlo and Avery.
They stepped onto the duel stage at the same time.
The gesture was met with boos.
Those people accused them of being shameless.
John raised his hand and pressed softly to make the sound disappear.
"My friends, there is no shame in living within your capabilities," John chuckled. "Power can make people get lost. I'm glad that someone knows their own worth."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Their mocking and contemptuous eyes were like knives cutting off the dignity of the three of them.
This made Yaxley's face turn red and he felt even more resentful towards John.
The three men got into a fighting stance.
John said calmly: "I think you may have forgotten the etiquette you should have before a duel."
He pulled out his wand and raised it slowly.
"Now... take a bow."
A force pressed on the three of them, forcing their bodies to bend.
No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. John calmly forced the three former members of the Twenty-Eight Clan to bow at ninety degrees.
This strength is frightening.
You must know that the strength of these people is not lower than that of Aurors.
John nodded slightly and ended, the three people's
The power disappears.
Without even thinking about taking action at the same time.
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"Expelliarus"
"Stupefy"
Three rays of light flew towards John.
John raised his wand and three spells were blocked.
Then the three of them cooperated seamlessly and continued to shoot magic.
But without exception, they all stopped in front of John and couldn't even get close to him.
John was flexing his muscles and telling everyone that his strength was not that of a student just out of school.
The alliance is an investment. How can we make people feel at ease if we don't let them see their own strength?
So when John blocked all the attacks without moving, those who showed admiration sighed. The heads of the newly joined ancient alliance all had different expressions.
"Okay, I think it's time for you to rest."
Turning his head to avoid a ray of green light, John looked at Carlo who was using the curse, raised his hand and a white light instantly penetrated his body.
Carlo looked ferocious, looking at the white light penetrating his body in disbelief.
He stretched out his hand with difficulty, hoping that his teammates would save him.
But the hand he stretched out turned into dust like sand visibly to the naked eye.
In just two seconds, a good living person was turned into dust out of thin air.
fear!
This is everyone’s intuitive feeling.
"Is that... the Crushing Curse?"
Mr. Weasley muttered to himself.
But there was only pride in Percy's eyes.
The other two people saw that the situation was not going well and wanted to run away, but John's eyes turned into vertical pupils.
The two people who knocked away the crowd froze, then their faces turned gray and their bodies fell down.
One is dead, the other is alive and dead.
Silverhand Manor was completely silent.
John Shiran stepped off the duel stage.
He said calmly: "I am not a murderous person."
"What they touched was the bottom line of being a wizard." John snapped his fingers and flew parchment from the manor. "What they did was to let people re-enter the dark game."
Everyone had one in their hand and they looked at it.
The above is the shoddy performance of various industries by the three families, and what is unforgivable is that they secretly tortured Muggles for fun and conducted research on human bodies.
"I will explain the situation to the Ministry of Magic," John glanced at the people whose expressions changed and said calmly, "What we need is to protect the present better than anyone else."
In the ancient alliance, Lucius applauded.
"Sir Wick, please allow me to applaud your nobility."
His applause was like a signal, and people who were belatedly started to applaud.
The heads of the Twenty-Eight Ancient Clan also applauded in agreement.
They agreed to the killing.
And they unified the new name.
Lord Wick.
Sir John Wick.
The Ancient Alliance and the Silver Hand Alliance.
They have a common name.
Second Dynasty.
John came forward to integrate this huge dynasty.
He will not be stingy with the benefits in his hands.
The properties belonging to the three families will be distributed among the banquets during the banquet.
Mr. Weasley looked a little sad, but he didn't say anything.
As a Muggle-loving Weasley, in his opinion, the things those three families did were enough to be sent to the execution stand.
"Percy," Pierce said as he came over with a smile, "I think we could go over there and have a drink."
Of course Percy, this is Vanity Fair, you can't say no even if you don't like it.
Mr. Weasley was also taken away by the head of the Prewett family to drink with Mr. MacMillan.
John walked aside and met Lu Xiu
Si clinked glasses.
"Thank you for your help, Lucius."
"Mr. Wick, that's so polite." Lucius glanced at Mr. Weasley and asked in a low voice, "He is Dumbledore's man, does it matter?"
John also saw Mr. Weasley who was a little uncomfortable and chuckled: "He will adapt. We are not evil. In some ways, we are even righteous."
What is justice?
He who controls the majority is justice.
In the Second Dynasty, they covered the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the entire British magical society. Even something as small as a quill was the product of the interests of the Second Dynasty.
They control more than half of the wealth in magical society.
And has the power to make life better for everyone.
This is justice!
John didn't talk nonsense. Under his control and without the suppression of pure blood, real fairness came.
The situation of killing each other disappears and his life is reduced. This is justice.
Dumbledore?
He just relied on his powerful magic power and two glorious battles. Other than that, he had not dealt with any matters in the magical world.
But John is different, his change is towards the light.
Just talking about the Little Wizards Fund is enough to turn families around the world over to him.
This is justice!
So what if Mr. Weasley isn't used to it?
He stayed in his position as the Second Ancient with peace of mind, and until he retired and until Percy came on the scene, Weasley was still the Second King's ally.
John chuckled and said, "We will only get stronger, Lucius."
He raised his glass and said, "Here's to a brighter tomorrow!"
The audience raised their glasses and everyone looked at the young man enthusiastically.
His youth is his greatest asset.
His youth is the greatest guarantee!
The Second Dynasty at least still has a hundred years of life!
And the passengers who board this ship will have a century of glory.
Lucius smiled too.
There were three stars on his cane. He held up the wine glass in his other hand and said loudly, "Your Majesty, Mr. Wick."
The second glass of wine showed Lucius' status.
The Malfoy family entered its most powerful period because of him.
And this period, as his children grow up, will become more powerful and long-lasting.
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