I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The witch, who had been at Hogwarts for decades, found it difficult to accept this disaster.

She turned the next page and saw the person on it.

That child, he was like the son of a god.

In the newspaper, the surviving wizards looked up at the person who scattered the light in the sky.

"The Second King Appears to Save the Surviving Wizard"

Any title would seem powerless in front of this picture.

…

Hogsmeade Station.

The students walked off the train happily.

"Hagrid."

Ginny greeted Hagrid, but the rain came untimely, leaving Hagrid drenched in rain.

Hagrid looked preoccupied and seemed not to hear.

What's strange is that Hagrid is wearing that armor.

Ginny was confused.

Luna stepped off the train, and Snorlax squeezed through the train door before coming out.

"He seemed sad."

An ethereal voice sounded, and Luna lowered her eyes, "It feels very bad."

"Luna?" Ginny was confused when she saw Luna like this for the first time.

The horned snorkel mooed, and Luna walked forward in the rain.

"Wait, Luna!" Ginny used her wand and umbrella to follow.

"Come on, little guys, come on."

Hagrid nervously asked the new student to follow him.

The Thestral was pulling the carriage, and Luna was soaked, her hair stuck to her face, and her whole body was leaning against the body of the Snorlax.

The Bent-Horned Snorlax pressed his body against Luna, letting her feel the warmth.

Ginny sat across from her and looked at her worriedly.

The carriage stopped and the two walked towards the oak door.

The rain shows no sign of stopping.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was even stranger.

Peeves didn't show up to greet the new students in the way he was good at.

In the auditorium, students were seen waiting for professors.

Slughorn was whispering to Snape, and even Snape had a solemn look on his face.

Astoria became the new backbone of Slytherin. She sat in her seat and watched.

Professor McGonagall said to Slughorn, who was still whispering, "We cannot let these emotions affect the start of school."

Things outside should not enter this ivory tower.

Despite their efforts to make the start of the school year a success, the newspaper was still seen by the students the next day.

…

"how's it going?"

John calmly asked the Ministry of Magic personnel present.

The employee shook his head and said, "Other than that, there is no chance of survival."

"I know." John waved his hand.

He looked at the ruins obscured by thick smoke and closed his eyes.

The magic of the mind spreads.

Every time he passed a place, John would sweep over.

Unfortunately, there was no response anywhere.

Theodore was beside his king, his body covered with scars.

He didn't know where to start, so he just stood there quietly.

Until John moved and he looked up hurriedly.

"Is something wrong?" John was as calm as an emotionless machine.

Theodore moistened his dry throat with saliva and said in a hoarse voice: "They are all dead."

This they refer to the star disciples.

Oxer, the Twin Stars, the Execution Platform...

This trip to Bhutan caused them all to die.

It was clear that Oxer was still talking to him today, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse that could not be put together.

Gemini's bodies were found, and they were not separated until their death.

"I see."

What responded to Theodore was John's still calm voice.

John was unfazed and said calmly: "You did a good job, Theodore."

Theodore was silent for a moment and then asked, "What should we do?"

"Take them back," John said after a pause. "Is there any trace of little Barty?"

"His body was not found."

"This is good news."

There was a trace of tiredness in John's eyes, he waved his hand and said, "Go back."

"king."

"This is an order," John said.

Theodore had no choice but to leave.

John was left alone in the ruins. The divine guards lifted up the pieces of rubble, looked at the dead people inside, took them out and put them aside.

He walked to a collapsed wall and sat down, looking at everything with complex eyes.

Rita Skeeter stopped when she heard the news. She raised her hand to stop the reporter who was about to pass.

"This is big news," the reporter said excitedly, "We interviewed the second king."

Rita looked at the lonely king, turned back to the reporter and said, "You are fired, collect his things and throw them into the snowy mountains."

"Huh?" The reporter was dumbfounded. Before he could speak, he was taken away by other colleagues.

Reporters from other newspapers came over, and Rita just said: "Everyone, please leave him alone."

When the reporters heard the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet speaking, none of them dared to go there.

Rita was guarding not far away. This woman who loved to fabricate gossip to slander others was not interested in gossip at all at the moment.

She is like a guard, protecting her king.

What happened here was being widely reported, and an earthquake was felt throughout the magical society.

What's more, those who saw the image felt as if they were seeing the end of the world coming.

The deaths of many Ministers of Magic caused the chaos to spiral out of control.

Some say revenge.

But revenge on whom?

Inge was the first to die in the flames.

Who else?

Grindelwald?

still……

Muggle?

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Chapter 668: Resurrection of the Witch Cult Party, making magic great again

"What happened to them?"

"It's a Muggle, a Muggle weapon!"

"When did Muggles gain such power? It's terrible."

"We must rise up and destroy those things!"

"It's not the Muggles who are wrong, it's the people!"

"If Muggles didn't have these weapons, nothing would happen to us!"

The international wizarding society is in turmoil.

At this time, a terrible statement was born.

"This world belongs to wizards," the white-haired wizard with strange eyes appeared in the wizard tavern with a calm face. "Those terrible and destructive things, created by Muggles, will appear on the heads of wizards."

"Grindelwald?!"

Someone yelled in horror.

Grindelwald smiled slightly, turned a blind eye to his fear, and walked towards the front of the tavern.

"I know some of you are afraid of me, yes, that's right, that attack, let's put it that way."

He stood in front, alone, without any followers.

"Is that really an attack?" He looked at a middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard's legs were shaking with fear.

Grindelwald smiled at him.

"We should see who Qilin chooses."

He reminded everyone that before the explosion, there was already a new leader of the International Federation of Wizards.

After his reminder, everyone remembered that this was the case.

But that devastating attack had nothing to do with that leader.

"Have you ever thought about why he became the leader?" Grindelwald pointed at it with his index finger and said, "Magic chose him, and everything he did was to save magic!"

"Nonsense!" a young wizard yelled, "Thousands of wizards died in that attack!"

"Yes, these are necessary," Grindelwald did not deny it. He walked up to the young wizard and asked, "Tell me, how did they die?"

"They died with Muggle weapons..."

Grindelwald looked around at everyone, "Muggles still have many of those things, and those things will fall on wizards sooner or later."

He raised his hand and dropped his fingers like a missile.

Everyone shuddered.

"I let you see this in advance to let you understand," he said in a seductive voice behind his hands, "In this world, power is supreme, and Muggles have the power to destroy us."

"If we don't unite, we will be turned into dead souls under more powerful weapons."

A wizard hesitated and said: "But those wizards who were attacked..."