John Wick.
Their king.
The future leader of the wizarding world.
When John first arrived here, he was greeted with questioning and reluctant looks.
Despite the crisis, some people want to continue as winners in this game of thrones.
But as time goes by, John becomes more and more important.
He has become so important to this place called the International Federation of Wizards that losing him is like losing everything.
He used to join the International Federation of Wizards, but now the International Federation of Wizards is attached to John.
He is the one in charge.
John took his seat.
He looked at Penello aside, with a strange look on his face.
Are all my friends really going to get married this year?
Penelo, the strong woman, also became shy.
Percy curled his fingers around the bandage, as if there was something about it worth studying.
"Sir Wick, what should we do next?"
Charles Roland asked: "After this battle, it has basically been exposed."
The wizards' eyes were focused on John.
John looked at them, "Are you afraid?"
Afraid of Muggles?
certainly!
The war has told them.
But John's arrival gave them another answer. Gresham looked at John feverishly and said, "Under your leadership, we have nothing to fear."
"You see the damage caused by the war, but you don't see the changes it brings."
John put the cross on his chin and muttered: "In this war, it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic of any country to win."
"The wizarding world needs to be united instead of working in silos like before."
His idea could finally be put forward.
Representatives from the Ministry of Magic in various countries were speechless upon hearing this.
They looked at each other, and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic asked hesitantly: "What do you mean..."
"We don't need the International Federation of Wizards." John said directly. "What we need is a brand new place where we can be closely united."
"The State, not the Ministry."
He stared at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and said, "We are too lax."
"We need a shield to protect ourselves, and a sword to keep outsiders from coming close."
His words caused an uproar.
The looseness that the wizard had maintained for many years was about to be overturned with just one word from John.
"We are different," the Bulgarian Minister of Magic stood up and said excitedly, "Our lives and habits are different."
"Forcing them together will only cause friction."
He was unwilling, and it made sense.
Everyone's habits are different.
In other words, the plugs in each country are different. How can they be integrated?
"We need time."
John said without changing his expression, "Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years."
"The outside won't give us much time, they have already seen the wizard."
The Bulgarian Minister of Magic calmed down, John had a point.
A country requires the participation of combatants from the entire magical world.
So dispersed, they are even more dangerous.
"What's more, we are just gathering together," John raised his eyebrows and said, "On a large enough land, we can squeeze together like Europe."
In fact, wizards don't need much land.
Their population has already determined this premise.
So John doesn't think it's serious about the different habits of wizards in different countries.
Subtly, the wizards from those countries will gradually merge with each other.
he
Preparations have been made before.
Quidditch.
The Quidditch model he wants to create is to bring wizards from different countries to dispute over Quidditch.
Diagon Alley will scream loudly when it defeats Knockturn Alley, and Knockturn Alley will work harder to fight Diagon Alley again next year.
"The problem is, we don't have this land." Gresham said solemnly.
"That's not a problem," John said meaningfully, "Why do you think I want to hide the Magic Association?"
Everyone was stunned.
Isn't it to protect their safety?
But John's expression told them that it wasn't just that.
Constructing those incredible buildings, wizards are far more powerful than Muggles in this matter.
create.
This is what miracles are supposed to look like.
"I picked a place for our world," John chuckled, "and moved it exactly as it was."
Can it really be done?
If so, it doesn't seem impossible.
Representatives from various countries hesitated.
Magical Congress of America, honestly, no one is more miserable than them.
As far as history can tell, they moved several times.
It's a confidentiality law crisis every time.
This time too.
You can manage it openly without worrying about being discovered.
This is very tempting to them.
"What about those Muggle wizards?" Gresham hesitated. "Those little wizards have to go to school."
Percy listened to their discussion in silence.
It seems that even these smart representatives have not noticed it.
The focus of their discussion has changed from the integration of the magical world to some things that will happen after the integration.
No one objected.
Regarding schooling, John does not want to integrate everything.
Such as various schools.
He won't move.
Of course, going to school will still be the same as before.
The meeting gradually turned into a discussion about establishing a magical kingdom.
By the time the meeting ended, the sun had completely set.
Percy and John were sitting on the bench.
They stared at the vending machines in the corridor of the Ministry of Magic in front of them.
"A new work from the Alchemy Department?"
"Yes, but currently I only support Galleons." Percy said, "Everything you have done has changed too much since you became a ***."
"But is the war really over?" Percy looked at John and asked, "Where did you go after we left?"
"Went to the Muggles."
John picked up a Galleung and went to the vending machine, where he put it inside.
He pressed the switch above and said casually: "There are also some smart people in the Muggle world who can be used."
"Is what we have shown really enough?" Percy took the bottle of butterbeer from John, his eyes flickering, "If it weren't for your arrival, we would all be dead."
"Like an ant, we're not causing them any real pain."
His heart was heavy, and although he did not say it out loud, he felt that the army he led could not cause Muggles to feel pain.
"That's enough." John opened the butterbeer and took a sip, and said calmly, "We know that's enough."
"They see our determination to fight back, and all that's left is to inflict pain on them."
John turned to look at the other side of the corridor. Penelo did not come over to participate, but stopped far away.
"Are you responsible for this pain?" Percy also opened the butterbeer, took a sip and said with a frown, "What are you going to do?"
"Let them know that there is a monster in the magical world."
John put the butterbeer down calmly. He felt that the taste was a bit expired.
"You're not that monster."
Percy looked at John seriously, "You are our king."
"Maybe." John shrugged, "I need to become stronger before that."
"I thought the duel with Grindelwald would allow me to cross that limit."
"The battle between life and death can bring out the potential of the human body." Pulling out the Elder Wand, John looked at the raised burl on it, "It seems not enough."
"He's already the strongest, isn't he?"
Percy was a little confused, "No one in the entire magical world is more...wait."
He stared blankly at John's Elder Wand.
The previous owner of this wand.
"Are you really going to do that, John?"
He understood something and said in disbelief: "Fight with him?"
The greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore.
Coming to this conclusion struck Percy as ridiculous.
Because he knew John, even though the old man did not support John sometimes, John never thought of being his enemy.
"The gods have stepped down, Percy."
Stroking the Elder Wand with his fingers, John said calmly: "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Level 8, somewhere, seems to be waiting there.
Percy nodded, he stood up and saw Penello, and asked John, "Do you need me to do anything?"
"Trust me," John muttered.
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