Chapter 670: 670: The Insignificance of Magic, Pandora's Box

Poland?

What had happened in Poland?

Everyone looked at Charles Roland in confusion.

The Minister for Magic now wore an expression of utter panic.

He struggled to speak. "The Polish Ministry of Magic is gone."

Everyone stared at him blankly.

He continued, "It was a catastrophic disaster that engulfed the Ministry of Magic and the nearby wizarding settlement."

"The destruction spread into Warsaw."

"Not a single living thing survived."

After saying the final word, he collapsed weakly into his seat.

The room fell so silent that a pin could have been heard dropping.

Everyone was still trying to process what they had just heard.

It was as though they had forgotten how to breathe.

Only when someone finally exhaled heavily did the others begin breathing again.

Once more, wizards had died.

Thousands of lives had vanished.

It could almost be said that Poland's wizarding society had been erased from the map.

"We need him," the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, who had still been hesitating moments ago, said blankly.

His emotions suddenly surged, and he shouted, "We need John Wick!"

"Only he can save us!"

Not lead them.

Not guide them.

Save them.

Grindelwald had opened Pandora's box.

The wizarding world had entered a countdown to death.

"Calm down, Obransk," the old man said.

He looked at Percy, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is the Second King?"

The representatives of the various countries all looked anxiously toward Percy.

John Wick now represented the entire wizarding world.

Percy took in the change in everyone's expressions and said calmly, "My King is in Bhutan."

"What does he need?" the old man asked, knowing Percy was not that simple.

Percy stood and answered seriously, "Respect."

The old man stood as well.

With utmost seriousness, he said, "The Researchers' Association is willing to follow his orders."

The representatives of the other Ministries of Magic began standing one after another.

"The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic will cooperate with the Second King."

"The German Ministry of Magic will cooperate with the Second King."

"The French Ministry of Magic will cooperate with the Second King."

"The Norwegian Ministry of Magic will cooperate with the Second King."

"The Finnish Ministry of Magic..."

Ministries from country after country declared their positions.

Yelufan opened his mouth, but in the end, all that came out was a sigh.

The council meeting ended.

Percy walked toward the fireplace.

"Weasley."

Charles Roland hurried over.

Percy stopped and quietly looked at Charles Roland.

Minister Roland gathered his thoughts and cautiously asked, "Does Lord Wick have a way to restore peace to the wizarding world?"

Hearing that, Percy thought for a moment.

"Has he ever disappointed you?"

Minister Roland froze.

Thinking carefully, he realised the answer was no.

The corner of Percy's mouth lifted.

"Then that's your answer."

No matter what happened, the Constellations would always believe in their King.

While Percy had been attending the council, the entire Second Dynasty had already begun operating at full speed.

...

France,

The Delacour family worked to calm the agitated public.

But after witnessing the devastating explosion, wizards had finally seen how insignificant magic could be.

There was no other way to describe it.

Only despair.

They threw themselves into chaos in the streets like madmen.

It was almost as though they were celebrating on the final day before the end of the world.

Mr. Delacour frowned deeply, while Mrs. Delacour held their younger daughter tightly.

Their eldest daughter, the Flower of France, Fleur Delacour, walked straight outside.

"Silence!"

Fleur used the Amplifying Charm, and her voice spread across the area, lingering for a long time.

The chaotic crowd fell silent.

She spoke proudly.

"I am Fleur Delacour, a member of the Constellation Society, eldest daughter of House Delacour of the Ancient Alliance, and a Champion of Beauxbatons."

The long string of titles left everyone stunned.

They stared silently at the impossibly beautiful woman before them.

"What are you afraid of?" Fleur leapt onto the tallest statue.

The badge symbolising the Constellation Society glowed on her chest.

She pointed at one wizard in the crowd.

The wizard she singled out looked bewildered, but overwhelmed by his collapsing emotions, he shouted, "We're going to die! Grindelwald and the Muggles are going to destroy us!"

"Grindelwald?" Fleur said in a tone filled with utter contempt and mockery. "The first Dark Lord?"

"You're afraid of him?"

As though fearing Grindelwald were something shameful, Fleur's voice was filled with disdain.

Her attitude made some people uncomfortable.

Someone shouted angrily, "He'll kill you!"

"Then let him come!"

Fleur raised her chin proudly.

"If he kills me, my King will avenge me. That is why I am never afraid!"

She looked over the gathered wizards, her voice allowing no doubt.

"Wizards, there is no need to panic. My King will protect you. He will care for you as though you were his own children."

"You're afraid of death? My King is incomparably powerful."

Mr. Delacour stared dumbfounded as his daughter delivered her impassioned speech.

Gabrielle's eyes were practically sparkling.

A wizard shouted, "Your King? Who is he?"

The corner of Fleur's lips lifted.

She waved her wand.

A flag appeared, bearing stars and a wand. Amid the stars, a silver hand gripped the wand.

Standing atop the highest statue, she held the flag aloft.

It fluttered in the wind.

"My King is John Wick, the Second King of the wizarding world, founder of Silverhand, the greatest alchemist, and the most brilliant wizard."

She spared no praise. With her wand, she blasted a hole into the statue's head and planted the flag inside it.

"My King protects his people."

"From this moment onward, the French hidden settlement is under the protection of John Wick. As long as this flag still flies, the end of the world will never find this place!"

After saying that, Fleur added,

"The Dark Lord? Terrifying! But my King has killed one too!"

The wizards who had been filled with fear were now completely captivated by the beautiful silver-haired young woman.

Like Joan of Arc in ages past, the sight of her gripping the flag filled the French wizarding community with renewed spirit.

Fleur took a deep breath and shouted,

"Follow my King!"

The entire hidden settlement began chanting a single name.

John Wick.

...

Britain.

A meeting was being held beneath the ancient Malfoy Manor.

Some people were afraid.

"Grindelwald has gone mad," the head of the Bulstrode family said in terror. "He'll kill every wizard."

"You're afraid, Bulstrode?" Lucius sat in the stone chair, his expression gloomy.

Beside him stood Draco Malfoy, the future heir of the Malfoy family.

Bulstrode said awkwardly, "But Lord Wick hasn't said anything either, has he?"

That was the trigger.

Draco Malfoy immediately sprang into action.

"Have you gone senile?" Draco stepped forward and cursed. "John is in Bhutan. Did he ever say we should surrender?"

"But..."

"No buts!" Draco pointed at Bulstrode's nose and shouted, "You spineless coward. From now on, you can sit at the children's table!"

"What haven't we already been through? It's just Grindelwald! We'll only grow stronger. Any weakling can leave right now!"

Draco thumped his chest and declared, "Even if war comes, we won't be afraid!"

"The Second King? Sooner or later, he'll become the King of the entire wizarding world!"

Bulstrode's face flushed red from being berated.

At that moment, someone stood up and began walking outside.

Draco looked over and froze in confusion.

"Neville, where are you going?"

Neville stopped and looked back at the members of the Ancient Alliance.

"I'm going back to get my sword," he said firmly. "I'll be the first to die on the battlefield."

"Good!"

Mr. Longbottom clapped loudly and stood up. "Worthy of being the lion of Longbottom. House Longbottom swears here and now that we will commit everything we have to the coming battle!"

"Longbottom will become the King's sword!"

Lucius also stood.

The Malfoy family had once been a symbol of avoiding danger and seeking advantage in the wizarding world.

But now, the head of that family declared, "The Malfoy family will fully support Lord Wick. Even if it means death, we will not allow ourselves to become cowards."

"Power comes first, everyone." His gaze swept across the assembled heads of families. "Running away means abandoning the honour of the ancient families. It is time for us to fight for our King."

"Our battlefield has already begun. Go out into the world and spread the King's mercy."

The heads of the families present all stood, including Bulstrode from earlier.

Mr. Weasley looked at them and realised that perhaps he truly had been wrong.

What he had once considered rotten and decayed had been changed by that man without anyone noticing.

The Ancient Alliance of today.

The King of today.

Mr. Weasley placed a hand over his heart.

"I'm proud of you, Percy."

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