I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"I think you misunderstood, Mr. Joel," Wolfgang laughed dumbly. "Do you have a misunderstanding about the current situation?"

Wolfgang pointed at Wenda and said, "We controlled you."

"Misunderstanding? You are wrong." John shook his head and said calmly, "You don't control me, but I control you."

John didn't even take out his wand, and his arrogant tone made Wolfgang feel ridiculous.

John smiled back.

The next second.

A wave of coercion, centered on John, surged toward the two people in front of them.

Wolfgang's smile disappeared in a second.

Wenda stood up quickly, pointing her wand firmly at John.

"Don't be nervous." John said relaxedly, "It's just a display."

Glancing at the wand that had not been moved away, John said calmly: "Your magic can't kill me."

"You can try."

"Venda!"

Wolfgang raised his hand to stop her next move.

Staring at John, Wolfgang had a feeling that the man in front of him was not joking.

As Grindelwald's right-hand man, Wenda looked at John again after hearing Wolfgang's words.

She slowly lowered her wand.

John tilted his head, "I also know a guy who casts the killing curse. That guy's brain is not very good. I can guarantee that he is more powerful than you."

Wenda looked solemn, and John chuckled: "Don't be nervous, I'm not one of you."

"I don't kill people easily." John said with a half-smile.

Wolfgang somewhat understood why Grindelwald could not forget this man.

Powerful, confident and elegant.

"So, what is the price?" Wolfgang wanted to see what this person who traded his own information wanted.

John smiled.

Compromise is the first step to failure in negotiations.

He said meaningfully: "Perhaps the Deathly Hallows will be a good choice."

Wolfgang's expression changed, and he subconsciously grabbed the pendant composed of vertical lines, circles, and triangles on his collar.

"how do you……"

When Wolfgang opened his mouth, he realized that he seemed to have exposed something, so he closed his mouth and stared at John.

"Don't be so surprised." John shrugged and said, "Do you still want an answer now?"

In exchange for the Elder Wand, Wolfgang didn't have that luxury.

He looked at John for a long time and shook his head slowly.

"Then we can change the conditions." John sat up straight and gently touched the wine glass with one hand.

White frost covered the wine glass, giving off a slight chill.

"I killed Dumbledore for you. This... is sincere enough."

The atmosphere solidified.

Wolfgang wanted to see something on John's face, but all he saw was indifference.

Kill Dumbledore?

Not to mention whether Grindelwald wanted to do this or not, but with Dumbledore's strength, not everyone can speak arrogantly.

"We need time to think about it," Wolfgang said cautiously.

John shrugged, and the moment his fingers released the wine glass, the solidified red wine in the glass returned to its original state.

"I hope you can think about it carefully."

He got up and walked outside.

Wenda wanted to stop him.

John said calmly: "In this gathering place of wizards, do you want to start a war with me?"

Ignoring the wand pointed at him, John walked out.

Wenda didn't take action in the end.

Their current identities are wanted criminals, and they need to keep a low profile until Grindelwald comes out.

Once the three of them take action, the French Aurors will definitely come.

At that time, they will not be able to explain to Grindelwald.

…

Chapter 548 Hello, Ministry of Magic

Champs Elysées.

John stood in front of the window, fingering his white wand.

The smell of elm trees came from the window, and the light just fell into the window sill and fell on the side face of the white-haired wizard.

This is a house he found and rented at a decent price.

The landlord is an amiable old woman. Her husband died the year before last and she is raising a family by herself.

Three tightly wrapped envelopes lay on the table.

He looked deeply at the envelope.

Whether you can succeed or not depends on these three envelopes.

Each envelope has the Ouroboros symbol on it, and John needs to send it to three places.

"Credence is almost back from tour."

John inserted a mountain lily into the vase, and there was a gift box tied with a ribbon on the chair beside him.

It’s time to give this custom-made dress to Credence.

It's a farewell.

With a snap of his fingers, three letters flew into John's pocket.

"Maybe I should find a historic post office."

Picking up the gift box, John walked out of the house.

As he was going down the stairs, he met a French woman with silver hair.

"Honey, where are you going?" the woman greeted the child kindly.

Mrs. Shiraz was John's landlord, and because of John's young age, she gave him half the fee.

It was a losing deal, and John was a grateful man.

John bowed slightly and chuckled: "I'm going to a grand banquet, Mrs. Sheraz."

"Banquet? I like banquets. I wish you a pleasant stay." Mrs. Sheraz waved to John kindly.

"I think so. I left some gifts for you, and you have been taken care of over the past few months."

John waved goodbye to Mrs. Sheraz.

Mrs. Sheraz opened the door and saw a beautiful diamond necklace hanging from mountain lilies in a vase on the table.

"You are... a most elegant gentleman, Mr. Wick."

After the cruel war in the future, this necklace became a life-saving straw for Mrs. Sheraz's family.

…

Ministry of Magic.

The familiar black tone has always been the unique style of this place.

In the interrogation room.

Newt was brought in by his brother Theseus.

The three people who were already sitting here saw this scene and exchanged looks with each other.

They all knew that this was Theseus's way of protecting his younger brother.

And today's plan was also proposed by Theseus. Whether as a pureblood or the chief Auror, Theseus' words carry great weight.

Torquill Travers, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, spoke.

"Hearing begins."

A quill was rapidly recording their conversation.

Travers opened the file in front of him, which showed a photo of Newt's wanted poster, along with photos of the destruction of New York.

"You want to apply to lift the travel ban on you?" Travers said, "Why?"

Newt: Let me quibble, no, let me think twice.

"Because I like traveling around the world," Newt said.

"The prohibited subjects are uncooperative and evasive about the reasons for their previous departure."

The other man, Spearman, stared at Newt, waiting for Newt's answer.

The others had the same look.

The Ministry of Magic has always been afraid of one person.

Unfortunately, they all agreed that Newt was the one.

"Fieldwork, sir," Newt explained, "to gather material for the magical beasts book I'm writing."

Travers watched Newt's performance quietly, glanced at the information, and said calmly: "You destroyed half of New York."

Explain, you continue to explain.

How efficiently does your material destroy a city?

"No," Newt said anxiously, "there are two fallacies in this accusation."

"Newt!" Theseus said softly.

Newt shut up slowly, frowning.

Guzman, another dark-skinned wizard who arrived from the United States, said: "Mr. Scamander, it is obvious that you are frustrated."

"To be honest, so are we." Guzman glanced at Theseus who was staring at him. For some reason, he felt like he was about to pull out his wand the next second. "In the spirit of concessions and negotiations, we are willing to propose a proposal. motion."

Newt looked at his brother warily, and Theseus nodded, motioning for him to listen.

Newt could only say: "What motion?"

Travers picked up the topic and said: "The committee agrees to lift your travel ban on one condition."

Newt continued to wait for the other party's terms.

Spearman leaned forward with a smile on his face: "You join the Ministry of Magic and are assigned to your brother's department."

Theseus raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gave his brother a look.

Newt: Can't reply. Thank you.

"That won't work," Newt forced a smile, "In my opinion, I... Theseus is an Auror, and my talents lie in other areas."

He refused without thinking.

Theseus returned to his expressionless expression.