In Silverhand Manor.
John fingered the ring.
He didn't understand.
"Grindelwald, what on earth are you doing?"
There was a cold chill in his eyes. He closed his eyes and opened them again.
All the blackness in the eyes disappeared, replaced by a layer of gray.
John saw Gringotts under attack and the fanatical 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 that there was such a thing.
I had just started to build momentum for the magic card, and Gringotts suffered a credit downgrade over there.
The wizard had a crisis of confidence in Gringotts and brought Garon into the Second Dynasty.
The Second Dynasty now involves too many places.
Wizards can directly rely on the credit of the Second Dynasty for consumption.
Even if something happens to Galleon, as long as the Second Dynasty still recognizes the magic card, everything will run normally.
It can be said that the incident at Gringotts accelerated the development of the Second Dynasty.
Other countries may still hesitate, but the wizards in Britain have unlimited trust in the second king.
They took out galleons and deposited them into magic cards without hesitation. They paid a heavy price in exchange for that small card.
The werewolf was the first to do this.
Chu Dai believed this seemingly absurd thing without hesitation. He led the werewolf community, and everyone trusted John unconditionally.
Even though John never asked him.
It can be said that once John's collapse or something happens, all werewolves will go bankrupt.
"This trust is flattering," John murmured to himself. "You've made me afraid of failure."
What was more terrifying than the blow was the suffocating trust.
John's failure is no longer the failure of the second king, he has to bear many things.
Wiping his thoughts away, John looked at today's latest newspaper.
The Gringotts employee lay in tears on the steps.
Basically, half of Gringotts was emptied out, and the remaining half was left by their shamelessness.
"They can't keep their property safe." John glanced at it and threw it aside.
Gringotts is basically an empty shell now.
But this is 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 the goblin minted currency to be held publicly.
It's the same as before, but the goblin loses the qualification to store it and can only cast it.
And the casting also needs to be under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.
He was waiting for the goblin to surrender.
...
The saints clamored for justice and used the holy fire to baptize the dirty monsters and corrupt money.
They want to create a new world, and the existing ones can be destroyed.
The Ministry of Magic is trying to stop these crazy behaviors, and more than twenty saints have been arrested before the end of this month alone.
And these people were transferred to England.
John simply threw people into Azkaban, where they became magical nourishment.
The magic furnace is running at high speed, and the saints have become nourishment for dealing with the saints.
He searched everyone's brain.
Surprisingly, there is no trace of Grindelwald among these people.
"He has been preparing for a long time." John muttered, "The tower disappeared, and he transformed the entire Nurmengard."
John didn't know when Grindelwald started preparing.
Maybe he never stopped after losing that duel.
One person can transform that tower.
It’s no less difficult than renovating the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts.
Rubbing his eyebrows, John frowned.
"Sir, tea." Tang Mi walked over and put down the teacup.
"Thank you, Tang Mi." John drank the newly 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 the tea cup without changing his expression. "He knows how to hide himself and has the ability to see the future."
"It's very smart to hide yourself in a place where you can't see it in the future."
To be honest, John was really curious about how Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald in the first place.
Let's just say that this brain is simply not a normal person's way of thinking, not to mention the gift of prophecy.
"Then how do we defeat someone who can see the future?" Tang Mi's eyes darkened.
He will not give up revenge for his friends, but Grindelwald is too outrageous.
"Maybe we can change our thinking." John raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Start with Muggles."
Grindelwald was able to think of obtaining weapons from Muggles, which was much better than the former Dark Lord.
But since the other party has some contact with Muggles, he will leave clues.
"I hope the tracking master can give me some clues."
John has a candidate in mind, but unfortunately, that candidate is still pregnant.
Nymphadora Tonks.
Disguisemagus.
Fortunately, John also has a tracking master.
Although he is not a Metamorphmagus, he is suitable, but the price is a bit expensive.
"The Ministry of Magic is gradually stabilizing. The transfer of power is not smooth. At this time, external intervention is needed."
John drummed his fingers on the table.
In the Bhutan incident, there are twenty ministers of magic and more than three hundred officials. This is a large number of power vacancies. If they are not replaced quickly, the Ministry of Magic will collapse.
Therefore, it is a good choice to cut through the mess quickly and directly upgrade it.
If some departments are completely wiped out, former retired employees will be hired to return to work for training.
Only in this way can various places be stabilized.
Grindelwald almost crippled the wizarding world this time, and the impact he caused directly pushed the despicable Herbo to the top of the list.
Even Voldemort had to call him "big brother" when he saw him.
After all, Voldemort's greatest achievement was almost succeeding in Britain, unlike Grindelwald's direct attack on the International Federation of Wizards.
"Either he dies or I perish."
The ending of John and Grindelwald is destined to defeat the other.
...
Evil and justice are not so easily defined.
At least in the eyes of the saints, they are justice and represent magic.
In the eyes of ordinary wizards, these are a group of lunatics.
The threat posed by Muggles makes wizards' already prone tendencies to extremes become even more extreme.
The definition among wizards is still vague.
Not to mention Muggles and wizards.
A farm in the muggle world.
All the livestock inside died.
The owner there died, but the strange thing is that the cause of his death cannot be found out.
It was like death coming suddenly, and the healthy family didn't even catch a cold.
A forensic autopsy found no traces of poisoning.
This is simply unbelievable.
Mycroft looked at the corpse that was no different from a normal human being.
He raised his brows 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 seemed to die because they died."
"Did you die because you died?"
If Mycroft didn't have that amazing IQ,
He probably needs to digest what the old forensic doctor said now.
"There are no wounds, no diseases, and no poisoning." The old forensic doctor also felt ridiculous, "This is the second time I have encountered such a thing."
"The second time?" Mycroft thought suddenly and asked, "Where was it last time?"
"It must have been over fifty years ago, Little Hangleton, where Tom Riddle and his family, the local upper class family, died."
The old forensic doctor recalled: "I was only a teenager at that time, and I had never seen such a strange corpse."
"It was like they were asleep, still wearing their dinner clothes."
"It was said that it was the gardener who did it, and the unlucky guy was put in jail."
Mycroft looked at the police behind him and ordered: "Bring out the death file of the Riddle family, as well as the testimonies 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 someone to go to Little Hangleton."
The subordinate asked: "Where is the configuration?"
Mycroft paused, looked deeply and said, "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.
But he understood that those guys were dangerous.
It is human instinct to temporarily classify these guys as 'evil'.
No one would initially give the name of kindness and justice to the unknown.
Use level 1 configuration, if level 1 configuration cannot catch a wizard.
Then humans might as well just let go of their hands and let them go.
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