I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"We can reunite here and continue to talk. The first glass of wine should be raised to our good friend Lucius." John took the crystal glass filled with golden wine from the waiter.

He raised his glass and nodded from a distance towards Lucius, who was wearing a luxurious dark green velvet robe.

"Without our friend, I'm afraid some bad things will appear on the streets. They will commit crimes wantonly, plunder wealth, and turn all order into chaos."

"So let us honor Lucius, his courage and courage to fight."

The guests raised their glasses to Lucius.

Lucius smiled and tried hard not to be so unreserved.

He nodded slightly proudly and raised the glass.

"The second cup," John continued, "our friends who have been threatened openly or covertly, they are firm in their hearts and have not changed. As I said, courage is as valuable as wisdom. Dare to speak out to oppression. Those who don’t are considered warriors.”

"Let us respect the warriors who remain true to their original aspirations. Their perseverance is the glue that enables us to reunite."

After the Death Eaters reappear, some pure-blood families will inevitably be persecuted.

For example, the Goyle and Crabbe families, their descendants were forcibly engraved with the Dark Mark, making them unable to resist.

There are also those influential people who are also threatened at different levels.

They did not leave, naturally they were reluctant to part with this huge alliance of interests.

However, no one likes to praise themselves.

The second glass of wine entered my stomach.

People who are not heavy drinkers may already feel a little dizzy, but fortunately the alcohol will dissipate quickly.

"Smart people are an indispensable factor for family inheritance and business continuation, so I like smart people," John pressed the armrest. "Smart people are better able to see the current situation clearly and will not be swayed by emotions."

"Their intelligence can always make the best choice. However, it is never too late to make amends. Wrong choices also have opportunities to recover."

John could see the fear on some people's faces. He broke the fear with a chuckle and said meaningfully: "This glass of wine is for those smart people who want to look back, because repentance and choosing the right one also require courage. and wisdom.”

The third cup was raised, which represented the official start of the banquet.

Rippy could see families whose names had appeared at Death Eater meetings rushing to ask if they could speak to Lord Johnny Silverhand.

Wise people who know repentance want to be forgiven.

As an old friend of Tang Mi, Lippi could tell that Tang Mi was in a good mood when he heard these questions.

The protagonist of the banquet, John, walked to another corner.

The dark-haired man there said nothing. When he saw John coming, he stood up and nodded politely.

"Mr. Edgar," John chuckled, "Thank you for coming all the way from another country."

Ludwig Edgar looked like a scholar, somewhat similar to Altdorf, but his appearance was not as aggressive.

His complexion is pale, his body is not strong, and he has a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him the impression of an old scholar.

"I admire your frankness and your current prestige." Ludwig tilted his head slightly and glanced at the huge banquet. "Dignitaries from all over the country and even abroad can gather such a force, just like... It’s just as difficult to build a saint.”

He mentioned another being, causing John's eyes to narrow under his mask.

"It seems you know the purpose of my search for you." John tilted his head slightly and glanced at some people on the field.

Ludwig didn't look over, but said, "I hope to have a private enough place to talk."

"That's natural," John invited, "my study would be a good choice."

The two people faded out of the banquet.

Entering the study, Ludwig looked at John and said calmly: "The following news is not a gift to Johnny Silverhand."

John sat down, crossed his hands on his chin, and listened quietly.

"A father gives to his son's friend."

Ludwig, who had always been calm, had waves in his eyes.

"Thank you, John Wick," he said with a deep bow, "for paying so much for my son."

John took a deep breath, his face no longer cold.

"Mr. Edgar, it was my mistake that led to all this."

"No," Ludwig said firmly, "He chose you as the light, so everything is done willingly."

"This is Edgar's fate, just like my brother Altdorf, everything is his own choice."

He said sincerely: "So please don't blame yourself."

John was silent.

Ludwig took out a folded piece of parchment from his pocket.

“A list of saints who once roamed Europe.”

This old list was stored in the study of Ludwig's father, the former Grindelwald deputy.

"I exclude those who are deceased or imprisoned," Ludwig said. "The remaining people are those whose whereabouts are unknown, missing and hidden."

"Grindelwald went to Germany, and more than twenty wizards have become his followers."

"That's what's scary about him, his almost plague-like charm and ability to confuse people."

Ludwig had heard many times from his father about Grindelwald's charm.

Altdorf was also affected, so he looked for the second Dark Lord to be that light.

John accepted this list, it was very important to him.

Ludwig came all the way just for this list. After handing it over, he was ready to leave.

"One more thing," Ludwig stopped at the door of the study and turned his head sideways. "My groom saw Karkaroff outside Durmstrang. At that time, he panicked and ran away. Voldemort might be chasing him."

In the face of traitors, Voldemort would impose a reckoning.

But for some reason, Karkaroff was not killed.

When John heard the news, he called Ludwig.

"Mr. Edgar, are you interested in managing a school?"

Those deep eyes revealed a calculation that was incomprehensible.

Durmstrang, Grindelwald's alma mater.

Top three schools in Europe.

Maybe it's appropriate for someone else to make the decision.

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Chapter 421 The alienated father-son relationship

Ludwig left, and Tang Mi came in behind.

"Goyle and Crabbe's people would like to see you."

"They must be doing it for their stupid son."

John opened the list unhurriedly, glanced over the names on the list, and finally stopped at Rozier's column.

Tang Mi shrugged and said, "During the last war at the Ministry of Magic, two people were captured in Azkaban."

"In exchange, they are willing to hand over part of their property in Diagon Alley."

Pure-blood members are becoming increasingly rare, which is a general trend.

Their mutual marriage can ensure the purity of their bloodline, but it cannot restore their decline.

These ancient families control many magical industries and monopolize all walks of life to maintain their status.

But compared to heirs, they choose heirs.

John met two heads of pureblood families.

After some discussions, John got a crucible store and shares in Literen Residence.

As a condition, John promised to fight for it from the Ministry of Magic, so that the two Death Eaters would be reduced from life imprisonment to fixed term.

The two family heads were naturally grateful, and John motioned for them to approach.

After they came over, John put his hands on their shoulders and asked the tall man to lean down.

"My help is for my friends. You don't get such an opportunity every time. Your people, I don't want their stupid minds to continue thinking about another person. Even in the magical world, there are ways to execute people."

The two people's backs were wet with cold sweat, and they nodded repeatedly to express that they would recognize the reality.

No matter what happens, they can imprison the person at home and concentrate on raising the third generation.

John patted the two people's shoulders hard and asked the frightened two people to leave.

Then a few more people came, all of whom were Death Eaters whose families had been captured in Azkaban.

John picked a few, and they were all 'speculators' who thought Voldemort would rule the world. They were more of a risk investment in Voldemort.

Now that Voldemort has fallen, those people are the ones regretting the most.

John collected the things that were sent to him, while some die-hard Voldemort loyalists who refused to look back even after hitting the wall continued to stay in Azkaban.

"Minister Crouch is here." Tang Mi walked in and whispered, "He brought something."

John raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while he saw Old Batty carrying a box with plain packaging.

"Old Barty, do you need me to ask Barty Jr. to come up?" John could see that he wanted to see Barty Little.

"No, no need," Old Barty didn't know how to face Little Barty, put down his things and frowned, "Amelia's criticism of your industry in the parliament has affected the operation of society."

John spread his hands helplessly, "My friend, you don't think so too, do you?"

"If I didn't know your true face behind the mask." Old Batty said.

A person who created huge assets at the age of fifteen, Old Batty felt that by the time John took over, he might have retired.

"It's not convenient for me to attend this kind of banquet now," Old Batty explained in passing as to why he didn't show up. "As a minister, you shouldn't be too close to some people."

"Indeed," John snapped his fingers, and a gold-rimmed crystal glass appeared on the table. He stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, taking out the golden stars. He shook the bottle and smiled, "Private collection."

After opening it, there was a refreshing and mellow aroma that made old Buddy couldn't help but praise, "This kind of thing can only be encountered here."

The wine poured into the glass, and Old Barty took a sip. The feeling of magic entering his body made him feel amazing.

"I can give you a bottle," John said casually after sitting down, "I don't have much in stock."

Old Batty refused because he didn't want others to think he was living too extravagantly.

I also drank wine and talked a lot.

John brought up the topic, regarding the punishment of several Death Eaters.

Old Batty frowned and looked unhappy, "I don't remember you paying attention to these things."

As a smart man, John naturally knew that interfering with the power of the Minister of Magic would undoubtedly force people to oppose him.

So he said frankly: "Of course not, heads of several families found me."

"They think Johnny Silverhand has great powers?" Old Batty laughed inexplicably.

"Have you ever heard of a Muggle amusement park?" John did not delve into the meaning of the laughter, but instead mentioned another thing.

"Amusement park?" As a person who is proficient in more than 200 languages ​​and has studied Muggles, Old Barty naturally knows those things.

"I want to build an amusement park, or more appropriately, an entertainment city." John snapped his fingers, and dozens of parchments on the bookshelf flew to Old Barty.

Old Batty picked it up and looked at it, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.

As time went by, his expression gradually turned to thoughtful, with some joy.

John saw that the time had come, and continued: "This plan can promote the increase in magic trade tax revenue, and also promote local tourism economic benefits."

"And I don't plan to do this myself," John said with a smile. "Silver Hand Fashion Architecture and the Ministry of Magic will cooperate together. The Ministry of Magic only needs to provide a piece of land. As for the funds..."

John pushed a list on the table over and said with a smile: "They have already issued it for the Ministry of Magic."

Old Batty's expression changed several times.

In fact, the magical society is very backward. For example, they still maintain a system of atonement.