I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"I once had such a family."

A stupid choice that left my mother dead in Azkaban.

His father died under that so-called ideal sacrifice.

…

Barty Jr. was so violent that John even received a complaint.

The Slovak Minister of Magic banged the table and roared about Barty Jr.'s crime.

"That was a kid, eleven years old!" he said angrily. "He was supposed to go to magic school next year, but he was burned alive in the house with his parents!"

Representatives from various countries also criticized it, saying that all children are innocent.

John glanced over calmly, and the whispers disappeared.

Looking at the angry Slovak Minister of Magic, John said calmly: "So you think that the eleven-year-old saint should be pardoned?"

"Yes, Sir Wick!" the Minister of Magic said in a very angry tone.

John wasn't angry either, he just said: "Eleven years old."

"He will enter one of the three magic schools in Europe next year with that so-called ideal."

"Maybe Hogwarts, maybe Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons."

His voice was neither soft nor strong, but it made everyone listen attentively.

"He will influence those pure little wizards and make them listen to those ideals, the future world, and the harm of Muggles."

"He will grow up and plant a seed in his heart. He will know how to deal with a wizard. He will use a wand to gently recite a crushing spell on the young wizard's back. He doesn't even need a wand. He can secretly do it during dinner time. Take a fork or a knife, wait until his roommates, other people's children are asleep, and gently scratch their necks."

John's tone of voice remained unchanged throughout.

But it makes people gradually become colder.

"The Saints are a bunch of lunatics," John looked at the Slovak Minister of Magic. "Should an eleven-year-old lunatic be exempted from sanctions?"

At this time, the Slovak Minister of Magic could no longer be tough. He lowered his voice and said, "We should give him a chance."

"Opportunity?" John sighed, "Did your opportunity come from countless families and young wizards who died during the Saint attack? Or is it just your sudden compassionate heart?"

The Slovak Minister of Magic stopped talking.

John looked at the others: "Everyone, I am not a person who likes killing, but under the killing, I can let those innocent wizards gain peace."

"So I can appreciate the sympathy you have for the little saint."

"Our world is on the verge of collapse, and before us is a single-plank bridge with no way out."

"Those evil people are selfish. If we don't let them see our determination, then these people will take chances."

He glanced at some of the people who had lowered their heads.

"After all, some ridiculous and clumsy lies once became the excuse for criminals who took lives to escape."

He was talking about Voldemort's time, a time so ridiculous that the Ministry of Magic could buy indulgences with gold.

If those people were not completely eradicated, they would reappear more than ten years later to build momentum for their Dark Lord.

John knocked on the table, asking everyone to look over.

He stood up and said: "Put away your kindness and show it to the person you should show it to."

"I can give you, no, give your kindness a chance."

He said calmly: "Those who have joined the saints, as long as they can provide sufficient information and are not involved in murder cases, I can treat them leniently."

"However, they need to accept punishment. If they leave a life or die, you go back and convey it to those people."

John left the table and walked out.

Percy glanced at everyone and stood up to leave.

Charles Roland hurriedly caught up, "Wait a minute, Lord Wick, can you prove that you are controlled by the Imperius Curse?"

"Lord Wick is right," German Minister of Magic Gresham said solemnly, "Our kindness is given to those in need, those simple villains, let them burn to ashes in the fire."

He stood up and left, glanced at Yalefan, and then walked out.

Members of the International Confederation of Wizards are leaving one after another.

They all saw the leader's determination.

Kindness is reserved for those in need.

Just like John Wick, leave mercy to the wizards.

Yalefan was the last to leave.

He looked at the seat.

If it were Dumbledore, he would never say that.

He would get that kid into school.

Instead of letting the whole family become corpses.

But what happens next?

"He is not kind, but he is right." Yalefan exhaled heavily.

He got up and left.

The magical world does not need benevolent leaders, what they need is leaders who lead them on the right path.

Dumbledore couldn't do this.

Only John Wick can.

Yalefan gave up the little bit of rebellion in his heart.

…

Lucius was excited.

Because he learned the inside information in advance.

The Quidditch Committee will approve the league system.

This means that the three Quidditch clubs he acquired will achieve maximum development.

And John also told him a piece of news.

The British Wizarding League will elect a capable person in charge, and it is up to Lucius himself to nominate this person in charge.

As long as he manages the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, the League Club and the Quidditch Committee, he can get this position.

This basically tells him that he's going to be in charge.

Who doesn't know that Bagman has to give himself face, and Mentor of the Quidditch Committee will definitely look at the second king's face.

League club?

Go talk to the Ancient Alliance yourself.

The position is stable!

…

Chapter 685 The Quidditch League has a heavy responsibility

As an assistant, Tang Mi can be said to be meticulous, but when it comes to things like business and operations, he is amateur.

Just like now, he couldn't understand why John valued a Quidditch league so much.

He himself is also a Quidditch enthusiast, but this thing belongs to the entertainment category.

At this time, he looked at John who seemed to be thinking about something. With a good spirit of learning, he didn't understand and asked: "Sir, why do you value the Quidditch League so much?"

"It's just huge benefits," John raised his eyes after hearing this and said, "Benefits can make the beneficiaries more united. It is too dangerous to create heroes in war, but the heroes of competition are safe."

John rubbed the ring and said: "Use Quidditch to make various regions more united. They have enemies and heroes, but they will not sacrifice."

Quidditch was just the beginning of the plan.

John wants to use sports competition to create rivals and heroes.

As in the Muggle world, the team they support must be backed by a rival team.

A hero who defeats an old enemy will have their spirits high, while a defeated enemy will work even harder, and their fans will be energized in anticipation of revenge.

For a time, Muggle football served as a bridge between nations to stop wars.

John wants to make the whole wizarding world fascinated by this atmosphere.

This way, no one would think of mentioning pure-blood supremacy or going to capture two Muggles for fun.

Through Quidditch, let them see the spirit of sportsmanship and spread this spirit.

Tang Mi didn't understand it very well, but it felt very reasonable.

"If a werewolf team appeared on the court, would you support it?" John changed to a simple one.

Tang Mi immediately said: "We must support it!"

After saying that, he understood.

This is a way to resolve the animosity between regions.

"That's the simple truth," John nodded and said, "But are you sure you support the Werewolf team?"

"Of course." Tang Mi said a little strangely, "I am a werewolf, there is no reason not to support it."

"That's good," John nodded happily, "I will use your salary for the next twenty years to build the club."

"What?" Tang Mi thought he heard wrongly.

When he saw John's nod of affirmation again, he felt his legs were weak and plopped down on his knees in front of John.

"Eh? There's no need to be so grateful." John wondered if he was so enthusiastic.

As a result, Tang Mi was about to burst into tears and said, "I was raided by Oz just last week."

"It's okay," John walked over and helped the man up, patted him on the shoulder and reassured him, "Silver Hand always has employee meals."

"Plop."

Tang Mi knelt down again.

He could already foresee that when he got married in the future, he would have to spend less than ten galleons on him.

etc.

Staff meal?

Tang Mi thought for a while.

The candy gift boxes he usually buys for Oz are taken directly from Silver Hands Candy Store, and the clothes are also customized directly from Silver Hands. The ordinary utensils and Wolfsbane Potion are all bought from Silver Hands.

Even the tavern where you usually go to have a drink is Gin Hand's property. Occasionally, if you want to be romantic, you can go directly to Gin Hand Wine Cellar to get wine.

like……

He hasn't spent much money?

After careful calculation, Tang Mi suddenly realized.

It turns out that I haven't taken any money out since Oz confiscated the treasury.

That salary is like a cloud to me.

After thinking about it, Tang Mi was relieved.

"Sure enough, adults still value me."

He only has one question now, can he open a club with twenty years' salary?

Judging from John's tone, it seems like he wants to open a werewolf Quidditch club?

…

Malfoy is training.