John turned pale.
Mind magic was not able to control the screening target well. He had just forcibly found that voice among the millions of people in London.
The cacophony of millions of voices is enough to explode a person's brain in an instant.
Anyone else would have died on the spot after this move.
John stayed on the tower for half an hour, and his face finally gained some color.
He needed to get to the wizard's location as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, John took a step forward and his body fell rapidly.
...
As time goes by, more things are dug out and fermented in Muggle society.
Although the government came forward to refute the rumors, these frightened people could not calm down.
In a tense society, even walking seems to be a little more cautious.
Some people who dress strangely can easily attract the attention of others.
There are also some people who are optimistic and always think that those terrible things have nothing to do with them.
But unfortunately, something terrible is approaching this city.
Garland Earl Neal appears at the subway station.
The subway passed by without noticing the wizard at all.
A batch of weapons capable of destroying half the city was placed underground in London.
Garland did not leave, he sat there, enjoying these last few days.
"You should know that we are just being used." Next to Garland.
The wizard who had taken away the weapons with him at the defense base was there.
"Yes, I know, Webb."
Webb was the wizard's name.
It was also the face that John had changed.
Garland said: "We have never served him, have we?"
Webb said solemnly: "We serve magic."
without
How can one not feel heartbroken in this fallen magical world?
Garland graduated from Durmstrang. He grew up listening to the legend of Grindelwald, but he admired another person.
Like him, is Webb Dylan, a student who once went to school at Beauxbatons.
Their relationship with Grindelwald is complicated.
They may not be saints, but they share the same goal as Grindelwald, to make magic great again.
This goal is destined to be difficult, and it is completely impossible to achieve it by them.
So when Grindelwald brought that 'power first' voice, making magic great again became their common pursuit.
"A few sacrifices are nothing. Our magic needs a crisis that is enough to make their rotten hearts beat again."
This was the plan Grindelwald told them.
"We're all the same," Garland said, "whether it's me, you, or Inge."
Yes, Inge.
The Minister of Magic.
They all feel helpless about the decadent society. Even the Minister of Magic of a country has no possibility of change.
So an extreme path became the only choice.
"The weak prey on the strong," Garland stood up, his left ear was cut open, "I don't resent those who attacked us, because they are the future of the magical world."
Webb was silent.
"Aren't you afraid that he will lie to us?"
"Liar?" Garland laughed silently, "The magical world is getting better, isn't it?"
This is irrefutable.
After the new leader came to power, everything changed for the better.
"I hope we won't make the wrong choice." Webb was speechless and chose to leave.
His death is not here,
But in another place.
This is Garland's last moment.
When midnight passed, everyone was fast asleep.
This is from Garland Mercy.
For them, death is just a way to realize their dreams.
Webb left, and Garland watched as another subway passed by.
There are all kinds of Muggles in the subway, some are extremely drunk, and some are enjoying this rare leisure after get off work.
They didn't know that the God of Death was just above their heads.
The subway is out of service.
This means Garland doesn't have much time.
He glanced at the weapon that was entering the countdown, without too much sadness or fear.
A person walks into the subway station.
He stepped onto the railroad tracks and walked forward.
Garland smiled when he saw the visitor.
"I have imagined such a picture," Garland grinned, "the famous second king."
John looked at the person in front of him.
The owner of this face melted the walls of the defense base.
He also stole a large number of weapons belonging to Muggles.
Muggle weapons cannot be kept in the magical world for long, so they can only be placed in the Muggle world.
John drew his wand and tapped the wall.
The super-sensible spell is activated.
In the entire subway tunnel, there is a weapon placed at every certain distance.
This is not something that can be done in one day.
The attacks here and there during this period were intended to attract the attention of the Aurors so that these things could be accomplished.
The person in front of him was not as crazy as the other saints. John did not take action immediately, but asked: "Why do you do this?"
"If you are here for the wizarding world, then you should know that such behavior will only accelerate the death of the wizarding world."
One by one the saints are building new
The slogan of the magical world, but it is doing the most destructive things to the world.
Garland chuckled and said, "The second king asked me?"
"I'm not sure either," he smiled wildly, without any madness in his eyes, "it's just that Grindelwald told me that doing this can make magic great again."
"You believe a mere word?" John said lightly, "How charming is Grindelwald?"
"He just told me how cruel this world is," Garland said, shaking his head. "In your opinion, we may be extremely stupid."
"But the world is indeed changing."
Garland smiled evilly, "Every obstacle you put in your way disappeared under the attack of the saints, right?"
"That's right." Surprisingly, John nodded in agreement.
"Make magic great again," John glanced at Garland and said, "So you either destroy the world, or you advance the world to the point where it cannot be destroyed."
"Am I right?"
Garland was stunned for a moment and said with emotion: "You are absolutely right."
"So I'm going to take action against you," Garland drew out his wand and smiled. "After all, only those who are strong enough can survive."
"Power is supreme. I think you are familiar with this."
He raised his wand and said to John: "Pull out your wand, Second King. I can tell you that behind me, there is a weapon capable of destroying half a Muggle city."
"And the only way you can stop them is by letting me die."
John narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him who was not trying to escape.
Garland said: "Show me your power, Second King!"
His wand waved.
flame
Condensed into a red tiger.
John calmly raised his wand.
The next second.
The white light turned into a lightning spear, spanning the distance between the two.
Garland was startled, and the same white light shot out from the wand and collided with it.
The two sides were in a stalemate for less than three seconds before John's Crushing Curse penetrated Garland's wand like a powerful weapon.
The hole as big as a bowl is on the chest, and the wound is constantly turning into particles and scattering like an hourglass.
Garland fell to his knees and looked at his wounds.
He looked up at John again.
John walked up to the kneeling man, his expression unmoved.
This powerful force made Garland smile.
"You are indeed very powerful, Second King." He looked at John and slowly put his hand on his heart.
At the moment of contact, John's hand was already on his head.
The magic of the mind was activated, and the memories buried in his head were dug out.
Before his life came to an end, everything about him had been learned by John.
Garland's body lost all life.
The dead body fell, like weathered paper, shattering into countless powders and dissipating.
John glanced at the activated weapons.
He murmured: "Self-righteous martyr, your sacrifice will not make you great."
...
A peaceful evening in London.
After all, the scythe of death did not leave a mark on those people's necks.
People from the government found out about the whereabouts of the weapons from those who collaborated with Grindelwald.
A terrorist attack that could end a prime minister's career leaves people unable to make the decision.
All London Underground stations were blocked during the day, and they were heavily armed to investigate.
But until the last track was searched
Afterwards, they were stunned.
The so-called weapons did not appear at all.
Still, something was discovered.
Such as the location of weapons that were once installed there.
Just when everyone was in trouble, a phone call was answered.
Immediately afterwards, the city-wide blockade of the subway was unlocked.
...
