The dawn light cuts across the ancient walls of the Kingdom of Bhutan.
A night of struggle, silent smoke.
No one seems to know what happened last night.
Theodore leaned against the wall, his peeled skin already forming bloody scabs.
He looked at the reappearing supporters in silence.
They laughed and laughed, no one knew how tragic yesterday was.
There was a burnt mark the size of a human head on the back of Oxer's clothes. He was not easy yesterday and almost died.
Between the two of them, a tall body lay peacefully.
The rolling pin-like wand was still held tightly, but the hook that was often used was broken.
The execution table is dead.
This tall man who seemed to have many stories, finally did not tell them.
His hook was blown off by an explosive spell, and the deadly green light made it impossible for him to speak again.
This is the cruelty of battle.
"There are no immortals," Oxer said, looking at Theodore, "What we do is lick blood from the edge of a knife."
"His death was not surprising."
Theodore spoke hoarsely, "I just feel bad."
"Uncomfortable?" Oxer sneered silently, "Only weak people would be like this."
"He is dead, but he deserves nothing less." Oxer said, "Endless killing, his death is just relief."
Silver Hand will not let Star Disciple die in vain. Death is an opportunity for his family.
They don't understand each other, and they don't need to.
Because they all know that sooner or later they will all die.
It's just the value of waiting for this death.
His family will gain a lot if he dies on the scaffold helping Old Batty.
Oxer glanced at Theodore, who had his head lowered, "Cheer up, we still need to continue completing the mission."
Oxel is different from others, he pursues the strong, and his life is also prepared for John Wick.
"Yeah, you'll get more." Theodore cheered up.
He wants to live, not die now.
Because Nott was the only one left alive, and he was the only one alive, and his death would only be valuable in the future.
The election will begin when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky.
On the staircase that seemed to lead to the sky, supporters shouted slogans.
But Old Batty had more people.
Seeing this scene, Old Batty looked at Lippi and nodded.
Lippi will send the body up.
The Aurors were attacked last night, decimating their numbers.
The remaining people will bring the body up.
And Old Batty will expose Inge in front of everyone.
By then, he will become a new hero.
The International Federation of Wizards will no longer have any suspense.
It not only prevents Grindelwald from getting involved in the secrecy law again, but also ensures his election.
Old Batty's plan was a good one.
But he was also a little worried.
The other party launched the same attack as himself last night.
It shows that Yingge is also aware of his purpose.
Without waiting for the other party to bite back, what exactly do you want to do?
Old Batty frowned in thought.
The candidate had already gone to the Castle in the Sky, and he set off too.
Fearing that the other party would assassinate them in public, the Aurors and the Star Apprentice split into two groups.
Pierce looked nervous. Although his fighting ability was good, he was Grindelwald. He once killed Aurors like he was chopping melons and vegetables.
"They won't assassinate him in public." Old Barty saw Pierce's nervousness and said calmly, "If he does that, he will be attacked by all wizards."
"I'm very curious now, what trump card does he have that dares to compete with me?"
Pierce worriedly said: "Minister, we might be able to find Mr.
Down. "
"He helped us a lot," Old Barty said, shaking his head. "Friends don't just take."
"I need to give, and I also need to be someone who can help."
Old Buddy wanted to be John's friend, not someone to be supported.
That kind of friendship would make him feel awkward.
"We have notified the International Federation of Wizards." Old Barty said calmly, "No matter how powerful Grindelwald is, he cannot attack all wizards."
Hearing Old Batty say this, Pierce was slightly relieved.
...
Where Inge is.
His men fought with Old Batty's men last night.
His injuries were more severe.
Inge tied a green tie around his neck and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Star, will you regret it?"
Their defeat seemed doomed.
Starr Rozier sat on the sofa and looked at the empty bloody blade scabbard.
"From that day on, we made an agreement."
Starr said calmly: "Everything is to make magic great again."
"Make magic great again."
Inge smiled slightly and tied his tie.
He looked outside, the clear blue sky made him feel calm.
"Let's go and let the confused people walk back to the right path again."
Inge walked up to Starr, held out his hand, and said, "Make magic great again."
"Make magic great again!" Starr said enthusiastically.
Putting the sheath down, he took the hand and stood up.
The two walked outside.
in the room.
Twenty corpses lay there, succumbed to either the Death Curse or the Explosive Curse.
The only one left following Inge was Starr.
The two people looked lonely and lonely.
Step by step from the steps to the top of power in the magical world.
On this day, they will change the magical world.
...
Theodore stood up. He almost fell down after taking two steps.
Oakser frowned upon seeing this, "You are just a burden in your current state."
"I can do it." Theodore said, enduring the pain of the wound.
"Don't be a burden," Oxer said disgustedly, "It's not like I need to help you go up the stairs, you can just stay here."
Theodore still wanted to persist, but Oakes cast a sleeping spell to make people faint.
"I didn't expect you to be soft-hearted?" Gemini appeared and looked at the fallen Theodore.
"Humph, it's just a burden." Oxer said coldly, "Don't let Barty Crouch die on the road."
"Of course." The middle brother of the twins smiled slightly.
They go to protect Old Barty.
at the same time.
Rippy took action with the remaining Aurors.
They put the body into a box with a traceless telescopic charm.
They need to be alert to their surroundings and send the boxes up.
...
The ladder to elections has come to an end.
The ancient origin of magic appears before your eyes.
Old Batty stepped forward, and in front of him was an acquaintance.
Society of Delvers, Rubin Spences.
The old man looked at the arriving candidates with a smile.
The election should have been presided over by the previous president of the International Federation of Wizards. Unfortunately, it was not very honorable for the previous president to step down, so he was not invited to appear.
The Association of Researchers is in the Himalayas, and Spencer, the oldest person, has become the representative.
All four candidates came and they stood there.
Their supporters stood below holding banners.
The election was watched by European and other Ministry dignitaries.
On the rooftops under the castle, Aurors were vigilantly exploring.
This is a major event that attracts the attention of magical societies around the world.
Spencer used the Loud Spell to make his voice reach everyone's ears.
At the same time, some Ministry of Magic recordkeepers raised their wands so that the images here could be projected to the Ministry of Magic in various countries.
Everything is ready.
Spencer began to speak.
"Our magic is always developing. They are like pearls hidden in clam shells, waiting for our exploration."
"We have experienced a lot in the past period of time."
"The departure of the last *** has left a vacancy in the International Federation of Wizards."
"For today's plan, only by electing a new president, a truly capable person, can we continue to lead us forward."
Spencer paused and said: "The new government needs to have extraordinary wisdom, and we need a fair method."
"Luckily, we found it."
"It was in the mysterious woodland in the East. Its reckless appearance brought hope and fairness to the magical society."
Under everyone's gaze, a young beast looked like a deer, but had scales.
As if afraid of the crowd, it came out slowly.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.
Kirin.
...
