Grindelwald looked at the gathering place of wizards who were getting better and said, "We need to spread the news."

"what news?"

"Things about Poland."

now.

The new black area employees took the elevator to the bottom.

He lit up his hands of glory and walked toward that dark place.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

"what sound?"

The employee was stunned and walked towards that place.

With the help of the meager light from the Hand of Glory, he came to the source of the sound.

He stared at the strange thing, reached out and knocked.

It was a big metal pipe that looked chubby and a little cute.

"Is this an alarm clock?"

He saw a note taped to the side.

There was a sentence written on the note.

"A warning bell."

The employees didn't understand.

He stared blankly for a while.

"Tick."

The sound stopped.

Grindelwald took one last look at the Polish Ministry of Magic.

He disapparated and disappeared.

Johnny Silverhand store Polish branch.

"I want to go back."

Tang Mi said: "Next, I'll leave the affairs here to you, Qiao."

The silver-hand security guard named Joe nodded.

Tang Mi looked at the newspaper.

His eyes swept over the lists of those who had been found dead.

Rippy Korbel.

He could confirm that Oz already knew.

My heart was throbbing.

The friend with whom I had made a promise some time ago died suddenly.

The unreality of it all almost makes me faint.

Tang Mi tried hard to be cautious.

"My lord still needs me, Oz needs me."

He looked at John in the newspaper.

That face seemed cold and heartless.

That's numbness.

Donmie Shelby.

Ever since he saw the boy in that cage.

He knew that person was worth following.

How much shock did he go through to make himself like this?

Tang Mi didn't want to stay for a moment, he wanted to pass.

Return to Oz and go to the adults.

"He needs me."

Tang Mi finally shook hands with Qiao and said goodbye to this place.

After he steps into the fireplace and is engulfed in blue flames.

Joe heard something moving outside.

He frowned and saw the employees looking outside in horror.

He squeezed out and looked over there.

The air pressure hit, and immediately it was a high temperature that no one could react to.

Joe's body was quickly evaporated.

"Grandpa, you can't always let me do this."

The little boy who helped with the purchase took courage and said, "That's money for study."

"Study, study!" the old man said angrily, "I think you are stupid!"

"What can you learn to do? When you have money, you won't be hungry!"

"But if I study well and become an excellent wizard when I grow up, I won't have to continue like this." The little boy hid the little wizard card behind him and said, "Become a powerful wizard and I can save you from having to work for the rest of your life. ."

The old man was stunned when he heard this. Looking at his grandson's serious expression, he felt a little dazed.

I seem to have forgotten that my grandson has said this many times.

"I want to become a righteous wizard," the little boy said firmly. "That way, even if I don't make money like this, grandpa can still live a good life."

The old man cursed: "You stinky boy."

He raised his hands, making the little boy think he was going to be beaten again.

But this time, he made up his mind not to let his grandfather continue to make mistakes.

The next second, the beating he imagined did not come.

Rough old hands fell on his head.

The old man rubbed his grandson's hair and sighed, "Then study hard."

The little boy's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Grandpa, you..."

A smile appeared on the little boy's face.

He didn't finish his sentence.

The all-destroying impact is here.

Devour them.

"The second king."

The representatives of various countries in the International Federation of Wizards Council looked at the young man who looked like a son of the gods.

The wave of the Second Dynasty that swept across Europe not long ago made people see that terrible power.

Bulgarian Minister of Magic Oblansk hesitated: "Choose him?"

The second king is different from Dumbledore.

He is ambitious and can be seen by everyone.

From Knockturn Alley at the beginning, to half of Europe later.

The second king's ambitions expanded, and in just a few years, Europe had to regard it as one of its biggest rivals.

He is not Dumbledore, he does not have the natural consciousness of serving the common people, and he is not a saint.

In all the countries present here, several ministries of magic had to negotiate due to the arrival of the Second Dynasty.

Those who do not surrender will be conquered.

The ambition of the second king will swallow up the whole of Europe, and even the world.

So the Bulgarian Minister of Magic hesitated. He wanted a hero to save the world, but he also wanted a saint.

The second king is an ambitious man, but for some reason, the Ministry of Magic seems not to be included in his journey.

But now the Ministry of Magic wants to take the initiative to bring him in.

"John Wick, he's not Dumbledore."

Roland waved his magic wand and made the images in the newspaper fly out.

"Look at him, he's already a hero," Minister Rowland said. "He saved more than a thousand lives."

"We see his nobility, and society also sees his nobility."

The image is magnified so that everyone can see it.

"It's not John Wick who needs us," Percy said at this time, with an aggressive light in his eyes, "it's us who need John Wick."

"He doesn't need to be a hero because he already is a hero."

Percy looked at Yalefan, and those young eyes were suddenly reminiscent of him.

This is a star.

A star that shines brightly among the stars.

Percy unknowingly began to dominate the council.

He glanced at the hesitant representatives and said calmly: "He will be a hero and guide the confused people."

"Without him, does the current International Federation of Wizards still have meaning?"

"Percy Weasley, don't forget that you are also one of us," a wizard said unhappily, "You are demeaning yourself."

"I never was."

Percy said something so shocking that it made people's jaws drop.

He scanned the whole place lightly, his tone was calm but firm.

"I follow my king, and the stars shine."

He leaned forward slightly, like a battle-hardened politician full of oppression.

"Now, my king will spread this light to the entire magical world."

The aggressive eyes made people completely forget that this was a twenty-two-year-old young man.

At this moment, a piece of paper flew in front of Minister Roland.

He picked it up and glanced at it casually.

This glance made his expression change drastically.

"Something happened in Poland!"

Chapter 670 The insignificance of magic, Pandora’s Box

Poland?

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