I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"No, no, no," John shook his head and said, "Don't you think that school exchanges between magic schools in various countries is a big issue?"

"The three magic schools in Europe have Goblet of Fire to facilitate communication, but other than that, there is basically not much communication between the schools."

A glimmer of light flashed in John's eyes, and he said in a serious voice: "Standing still, magic is not the product of working behind closed doors, and there should not be barriers erected between each other."

"That makes sense." Roger's expression changed somewhat.

As John said, these ten magic schools basically have no communication.

It's okay to say that the three universities in Europe at least have the Goblet of Fire.

Even the Goblet of Fire stayed for nearly a hundred years before being restarted.

The only connection between magic schools is the one registered at the same time under the Education Department of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Furthermore, communication with each other can broaden your horizons. To be honest, Hogwarts education had major problems."

John dragged Dumbledore out and whipped his body and said: "For a certain period of time, the education of the most important subject Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts was like a mess of scraps of paper put together."

"There is a new professor every year. Because of the curse, the powerful wizards are unwilling to take up their posts, and the mediocre wizards are teaching randomly."

When Roger heard this, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.

John said meaningfully: "I have always believed that the Department of Education has the due responsibility to be responsible for the educational content of each school."

"Or is it because of a certain wizard that you don't want to offend and pretend not to see it?"

death penalty.

Roger was restless at this moment.

Yes, the Department of Education is responsible for the registration and management of magic schools around the world.

But most of them allow magic schools to develop independently.

But some situations should be exceptions.

Such as Hogwarts.

One consumable per year, the prestigious first magic school in Europe once had their graduates who couldn't even cast the Iron Armor Curse.

This is one of the wizard's most important spells and is the basis of the wizard's defense.

In such a situation, the Department of Education did not intervene.

If John wanted, he could directly fire Roger for this matter.

But he didn't do that.

"I heard that you have a good friendship with that person," John picked up the quill pen on the table and fiddled with it, and said casually, "There have been a lot of letters recently, right?"

"No..." Roger started but was interrupted.

John tapped the tip of his quill on the wooden table.

"I don't mind this." He let go of his hand, and the quill stood there, the tip of the pen already embedded in the table. "I just hope that you can adjust your position."

"Some people are already in the past. Over the years, the Department of Education has neglected the management of various magic schools, which has caused disadvantages in the development of each school. We need to correct them in time."

He stood up and walked towards the exit, pausing as he passed Roger.

"Magical education is the cradle of wizards. You should know that this kind of power brings not only fame, but also responsibility."

He reached out and patted the shoulder of Roger who was completely frozen.

John walked out of the door, and the voice came slowly.

"I hope you will finalize contacts with schools as soon as possible."

Roger sat in his position for a long time, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

He reached out and took off his glasses tremblingly, and rubbed his hands vigorously on his face.

This made him less cold.

He tried to stand up, put his hands on the table, and tried several times before he successfully stood up.

Putting his glasses back on, he looked at the pen inserted into the table.

Go over and grab it to pull it out.

But the quill was embedded too deeply. He took a deep breath, pulled out the quill, and took a few steps back before he stood still.

"How can I help you?"

asked Reggie Cotmore, an employee at Magic Maintenance.

"Yes, oh, no, thank you, I'm fine." Roger stuffed the quill into his pocket, nodded to Reggie and left.

Reggie scratched his head, shrugged in confusion, walked to the conference hall, pulled out his wand and pointed inside.

The original tables and chairs jumped to the side, and the table shrank and became smaller.

The carpet flew up, and several wooden sticks flew over and hit the carpet.

Dust flew out of it and was very choking.

With the wand up, the sunny weather turns to rain.

The rain hit the floor and the rag swept away the dust.

"I really love this cleaning system." Reggie said with emotion.

…

John returns to Silverhand Manor.

Tang Mi came over with a smile on his face.

"Sir, they are coming."

"Oh?" John glanced at the two dwarf-like short guys who were stopped outside the manor.

"Not in a hurry."

John walked to the sofa and sat down. The teapot beside him poured warm tea into the cup.

"Tell me about today's situation." He held up the tea cup and motioned to Tang Mi.

Tang Mi couldn't hold back his smile and said: "More than 80% of wizards across the country have gone to Silver Hand to register magic cards. In the recent period, ten werewolves from outside have come to register, all of whom came from other countries."

"Chu Dai and Zuo Fei investigated these werewolves and confirmed that they had no history of harming others, and approved their entry into the werewolf community."

"Under the influence of the Delacour family, French magical society began to transfer money to magic cards for storage."

"Gringotts is shrinking all over the world, and some places can't even afford to pay troll security guards."

Tang Mi told him one thing after another, and a slight smile appeared on John's lips.

“The more registrations there are, the more invisible the saints become.”

John's eyes were deep and he said calmly: "The more wizards registered, the living space of the saints will be reduced."

So what about saints? They still need to eat.

The magic card is registered under a real name, which means that John is controlling the information of the magic world in disguise.

This is a news network covering the whole world.

No disturbance could escape John's eye.

Glancing at the guys jumping there, John said calmly: "Bring them over."

Tang Mi smiled and walked out the door.

Arriving at the outskirts of the manor, he looked at the two greasy-skinned goblins.

"Shelby, I need to see John Wick, let me in!"

The speaker was Lanis, the manager of Gringotts. He was a dignified manager of Gringotts, but he was stopped by several werewolf security guards today.

Tang Mi just glanced at him lightly, and his words were full of danger: "You said...who do you want to see?"

"Of course, yes... Sir Wick." Lanis was about to say, but was pulled by Griphook before he could react.

He saw the evil look in the eyes of several werewolf security guards.

This is the second king's territory. If you don't respect him, you are undoubtedly courting death.

"Very good," Tang Mi waved his hand to ask the security guard to get out of the way, and said calmly, "I don't want my family to blame me for letting some idiots in."

Lanis wanted to get angry, but Griphook had the good sense to hold him back.

The two goblins were brought into Silverhand Manor by Tang Mi.

"Mr. Wick, I am Lanis, the manager of Gringotts."

Lanis went in and swept his greedy eyes over the noble Silver Hand Manor.

John was flipping through a book in his hand, and when he heard the speech, he just raised a finger.

Griphook saw what the other party meant and hurriedly pressed Lanis's mouth.

In this way, they watched John quietly flipping through the books there.

The sound of pages turning resounded in the silent living room.

Lanis tried to speak several times, but was stopped by Griphook.

Until John turned the book to the last page and the book was closed.

He finally raised his head and moved his gaze to the two goblins.

"If you are a weak person seeking help, put down your arrogance to the strong person."

…

Chapter 680 Mint, going to work becomes working in the factory

When had Lannis been so angry? He said angrily: "How dare you treat the manager of Gringotts like this!"

"Oh?" John said amusedly, "Then how should I treat you?"

Lanis pushed aside the pull ring and said loudly: "You should give me enough respect instead of leaving me in the sun for three hours!"

John didn't say anything, just looked at Lanis quietly.

Lanis was angry at the beginning but gradually calmed down later. Gradually, a wave of fear eroded his brain.

His legs began to tremble and he almost lost his balance.

"Griphook, I remember your name was this." John's light voice sounded.

Griphook was stunned, nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, Mr. Wick."

"You seem smarter than Lannis, so you can tell him who is in front of this Gringotts manager?"

John gave Griphook a look.

Griphook shuddered and said, "President of the International Federation of Wizards, founder of Johnny Silverhand, and the great second king."

"You're missing one."

John's voice made Griphook's heart tighten.

John said calmly: "The Destroyer of Gringotts."

"about……"

"Sir Wick!" Griphook pushed Lanis away and said hurriedly, "Gringotts has no intention of going against you. We hope you will let us go."

Griphook could see that if he could not show an attitude that satisfied John today, Gringotts would disappear right before his eyes.

Lanis is an idiot.

The person in front of him is the highest decision-maker of the wizarding group, and he dares to mention his humble identity as the manager of Gringotts.

But pull ring is not.

He didn't want to lose his job. There was no need to elaborate on how important a decent job was to a goblin.

Plus those lunatics of the saints are killing goblins all over the world.

He didn't want to leave his hometown and become one of the victims of the baptism of holy fire.