Chapter 672: 672: John Wick Declares War on Grindelwald

Norway.

Daphne Greengrass, eldest daughter of the Greengrass family, raised her wand. Light burst from its tip, hoisting several fleeing wizards into the air.

"Lock them all up!" Daphne shouted.

The people following her seized the three wizards and imprisoned them.

Everyone watched as the beautiful witch walked beneath the flag and raised her wand.

The Acolytes' symbol of cleansing by sacred fire transformed into the Silver Hand.

"From this moment onward, this place is under the protection of John Wick!"

"Wizards, there is no need to be afraid. John Wick will restore peace to the world!"

When Daphne finished, the crowd erupted into cheers.

They loudly chanted John Wick's name, while Daphne's proud expression was captured in photographs.

Newspapers flew out with owls and descended across the wizarding world.

"The Second Dynasty Intervenes, Stability Returns to Nations"

"They Are the Brilliant Stars"

"Grindelwald Should Be Afraid! They Are Young and Brilliant!"

The newspapers featured Fleur in France, Daphne in Norway, and Neville and Malfoy in Britain.

Edgar appeared in Germany, while Cedric had arrived in Finland.

They were all taking action.

Neville ended his journey through Albania and personally captured several Acolytes who had attempted to attack Ollivander.

Cedric travelled across Finland to track down Acolytes who were spreading propaganda.

Each of them was solving problems in their own way.

The stars shone brilliantly.

They were no longer children.

They were the dazzling stars of the wizarding world today.

And they all believed one thing.

John would definitely take revenge.

All they needed to do was handle the smaller matters for him.

"What? Drop out of school?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"John? He'll be fine. Forget Grindelwald. Even if you added Dumbledore, he'd still be fine."

"Don't worry, Astoria. Just focus on your studies."

The foolish son of the Malfoy family was busy replying to a message.

After seeing the newspapers, Astoria wanted to leave school and come help them.

Malfoy naturally refused. He told Astoria not to worry. After all, that was John.

...

Morning in the Kingdom of Bhutan.

John looked at the messages flashing across his badge, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

His friends were doing their best.

He really should not remain here lost in confusion.

Looking at Barty Crouch Jr., John held out his hand.

"I will avenge Barty Crouch Sr.," he said seriously. "Trust me."

Barty Crouch Jr. took his hand.

John pulled him to his feet.

Under everyone's gaze, John stretched lazily.

"Maybe I've been sitting here a little too long."

He turned around.

Camera flashes lit up at the same time.

John's voice reached everyone's ears.

"Tell him. Tell Grindelwald," John said as he walked toward the crowd. "He provoked someone he should never have provoked."

"Tell him!"

"John Wick will make him understand..."

"I have no shortage of resolve when it comes to revenge."

At that moment, the light of dawn fell across every face.

Rita's eyes sharpened with a journalist's instinct. She grabbed the reporter beside her and urged, "Write that down and get it published immediately. The headline is: "John Wick Declares War on Grindelwald"."

The reporter froze. "I'm not with the Daily Prophet."

"You are now. I'll triple your salary!"

"Yes, Editor-in-Chief!"

There were advantages to having money to throw around.

John looked toward the other side.

The people from the International Confederation of Wizards slowly approached.

"We need someone to lead us," the Bulgarian Minister for Magic said, looking at John. "Can you do it?"

John glanced at him and said calmly, "Is that a request or a question?"

The Bulgarian Minister for Magic's expression stiffened. His face reddened as he said, "A request."

"If it's a request," John said with a faint smile, "then show your respect."

The Bulgarian Minister for Magic looked at that young face and sighed. "Percy Weasley was right. We are the ones who need you."

He had originally wanted to play a few little tricks, but John saw through him immediately.

"The International Confederation of Wizards formally requests that John Wick become the new Supreme Mugwump," the Bulgarian Minister for Magic said. "Will that do?"

"Much better."

John reached out, patted him on the shoulder, and walked past.

When he reached the front of the crowd, John stopped.

He raised his wand.

"Reparo."

A layer of golden light spread outward from John's wand.

Under everyone's gaze, the shattered ruins began repairing themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wherever the light passed, the castle in the sky was restored.

The Bulgarian Minister for Magic stared wide-eyed. "Such powerful magic."

Restoring an entire city by himself, John used his strength to show everyone that following him had not been the wrong choice.

He poured in more magic.

The golden radiance erupted, transforming into ripples that rapidly spread outward.

Everything they passed was restored.

A minute later, a Bhutanese city identical to the one from before stood before them.

John then walked toward the staircase leading to the castle in the sky.

The people followed behind him.

A vast crowd watched as John climbed toward the castle.

Not long ago, the President chosen here had destroyed them.

Now John stood above them.

Crowned as King.

...

"International Confederation of Wizards Pleads with John Wick to Become Supreme Mugwump!"

"The New Supreme Mugwump, John Wick"

"The Second King Lives Up to His Name"

"The Second Dynasty Rapidly Stabilises Wizarding Communities Across Multiple Countries"

"Percy Weasley to Temporarily Assume the Position of Minister for Magic"

"French Minister for Magic Charles Roland: This Was a Wise Decision"

John Wick.

A wizard only eighteen years old, barely an adult.

He had become the youngest Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards in history.

By restoring an entire city through his own power, he had displayed his strength before the whole wizarding world.

The British Ministry of Magic would hold a funeral for Minister for Magic Barty Crouch Sr.

Every Ministry employee attended.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked down at both of his hands.

"Not used to them?" John asked calmly beside him. "Maybe they were frozen for too long."

"It's just a little... strange," Barty Crouch Jr. said, looking at the arm that had once been severed.

Back then, he had been Voldemort's most loyal follower.

Now, he had become a follower of John Wick.

Fate truly was strange.

John looked toward Barty Crouch Sr., now laid to rest in the Crouch family tomb.

Suddenly, he said, "How about we go have a drink at the pub afterward?"

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded. "I don't think I'd refuse."

The funeral also served as a memorial for everyone who had died in the disaster.

New gravestones were erected at Silverhand Manor.

In Diagon Alley, solemn crowds walked with candles in their hands, mourning those lost in the catastrophe.

John and Barty Crouch Jr. passed through the crowd and sat down inside the Leaky Cauldron.

"Sorry, we're not serving alcohol today."

Hannah's eyes were red.

She had clearly been crying.

Hannah raised her head and saw John.

"Two drinks, please," John said as he sat down. "No, make that three."

Hannah nodded and went to fetch the glasses.

The place really was much cleaner than before.

Hannah had bought a large amount of cleaning supplies and spent a long time scrubbing everything. Even the handrails had been polished enough to strip away a layer of accumulated grime.

The drinks were pushed across the table.

John looked at the amber liquid in his glass and raised it.

Barty Crouch Jr. silently raised his glass as well.

Neither of them spoke, but both knew who the toast was for.

This drink should have been the one John had promised to share with Barty Crouch Sr.

It should also have been the drink Barty Crouch Sr. and Barty Crouch Jr. shared after finally reconciling.

But now, both of those chances had been missed.

After finishing the drink, the two remained silent for a long time.

They simply sat there.

When Hannah came over again, their gazes shifted toward the small flag bearing John Wick's Silverhand symbol.

"I bought it from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Hannah said somewhat sheepishly. "A Protection Flag."

"They really don't miss a single chance to make money."

John let out a hoarse laugh.

The twins certainly had no shortage of ideas.

Looking at the little flag, John raised a finger slightly.

There was no wind, yet the flag unfurled and began fluttering.

"But they're not wrong," John said with a faint smile. "The more Protection Flags there are, the better."

He looked at Hannah. "Tell everyone who comes here that John Wick will defeat Grindelwald."

"Of course."

Hannah placed one hand over her heart, bowed slightly, and smiled.

"My King."

After doing so, she blushed and said, "I saw Neville do it like that. I wasn't sure if I got it right."

"Perfectly."

John placed down the Galleons, stood, and waved a hand.

Hannah was just about to say that payment was unnecessary when John and Barty Crouch Jr. disappeared.

The Ministry of Magic welcomed a new member.

Barty Crouch Jr. joined the Auror Office.

Just like Barty Crouch Sr. before him, the Crouch name would continue within the Ministry of Magic.

And the war between the Second King and Grindelwald officially began.

The two explosions had shown everyone how insignificant magic could be.

The pride of wizards had been shattered, and now many were being drawn in by the Acolytes who kept spreading talk of cleansing through sacred fire.

What John needed to do was drag every one of those hidden people into the open and make them turn to ash beneath the sunlight, like vampires.

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