hogwarts blast

Standing on the street in Brooklyn, looking at the familiar night scene of the streets around him, Kyle felt a little sad.

Unknowingly, he has been away from here for five years.

The last time he was in New York was back when he imitated the Bat and became the Dark Knight of New York City.

He originally thought that he would make the first pot of gold in his life with the sponsorship of gangsters in New York, and then use his own powers to reach the top of his life.

Unexpectedly, after only a few years of being free and unrestrained, he would be taken away by Dumbledore.

After arriving at Hogwarts, he asked Dumbledore and found out that he was the son of the head of the wizarding world. He skipped the process of personal struggle and went straight to the pinnacle of life.

Life is really lonely as snow.

Although five years have passed, the nearby neighborhoods have not changed much compared to five years ago.

To Kyle, that small change was nothing. Even with her eyes closed, she could launch various difficult pursuits and interceptions on fleeing gangsters in Brooklyn.

Without much effort, he connected with the Saints lurking in Brooklyn.

After briefly listening to the reports from his men, Kyle decided to summon all the Saints lurking in New York City.

Soon after, a high-power searchlight emitted a beam of light that soared into the sky, leaving an obvious light path in the night sky and casting a looming bat symbol on the gray clouds.

The reason why the Deathly Hallows symbol of the Wiccan Party and the iconic Grindelwald black veil were not used was because Kyle considered that such an obvious summoning method would inevitably be noticed by Voldemort.

After all, these two methods of summoning subordinates are too high-profile.

Of course, Kyle could learn from Voldemort's Dark Mark and develop a Deathly Hallows symbol for his witch party. That way, when summoning his subordinates, there would be less noise.

But Kyle doesn't want to do this, because the Grindelwald family has never known what it means to keep a low profile.

Replacing the Deathly Hallows emblem with the bat symbol and then projecting it onto the clouds was the limit of what he could tolerate.

…

While Kyle was waiting for the arrival of the Saints, he was in a private house in Brooklyn that was not too narrow, but not too spacious either.

In the living room, a group of people in strange clothes were standing or sitting around a square table in the center of the room. The coffee was placed on the table and was already cold.

Among them, a man sitting on the only sofa in the room, with short hair, smart casual clothes, and a clear temperament that was the leader, exhaled softly.

His eyes swept over the faces of the people in the room from time to time. They looked like they wanted to speak but couldn't. They looked extremely tangled.

As time passed bit by bit, the somewhat solid atmosphere in the living room not only did not melt, but became increasingly stiff.

"The Beauty of the Sun and the Moon"

Da da……

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and tapped his fingers on the table in front of him.

The slight sound of the fingers colliding with the solid wood table immediately attracted the attention of more than ten people in the room.

Seeing that everyone was turning their attention to him, the short-haired middle-aged man casually pressed the cigarette butt that had been extinguished between his fingers for an unknown period of time into the ashtray.

"I have decided to agree to the mysterious man's condition." The man said slowly, "I'm afraid it's impossible for us to refuse his condition."

Upon hearing his decision, everyone in the room had different expressions.

Some looked relieved, while others looked indignant.

"John! This is a shameful betrayal!" A tall, bald man with a round waist rushed forward and slapped the table with his palm angrily.

The middle-aged man with a slumped back, known as John, shrugged his shoulders, "Butrick, if we don't do this, what else can we do?"

Without waiting for Butterick in front of him to speak, he continued, "With how much control Dumbledore and Grindelwald have over the magical world, do you think we still have a chance?"

His expression suddenly became extremely sinister, "Forging an alliance with the mysterious man is our only chance to destroy the magic world."

Upon hearing this, Butterick clenched his fists fiercely.

"The goal of the mysterious man is to rule the magical world rather than destroy it. This is not what we are pursuing at all!"

"You want to use the other party to achieve our grand goal, but that can only be achieved when both parties are evenly matched!"

"With our strength, we are completely..."

Before he could finish speaking, another man in the room with a slightly sinister expression interrupted him.

"Bart, you know very well that with our strength..."

The sinister man sneered, "With our strength, if we don't cooperate with the mysterious person, we will have no hope of achieving our goal in the true sense."

As the man said these words, the atmosphere in the room once again dropped to freezing point.

After thinking for a long time, the leader named John finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortable and terrifying silence in the room.

"That's it," he decided directly. "Next, our task is to find seven suitable children for the mysterious man."

"A pure blood between five and seven years old who has just experienced the first magic riot and has not yet learned any magic."

John stood up slowly, his cold eyes scanning the faces of everyone in the room one by one, "Please remember, the mission can only be successful, not failed."

There were still a few people in the room, and the expressions on their faces showed a bit of unwillingness.

But in the end they didn't say anything, turned around silently, and left the room with the others.

Standing in front of the living room window, John silently watched the group of companions leave from downstairs of his house. He didn't turn around until the last person disappeared at the end of the street.

But when he turned around, he was stunned.

Because in the living room where he was supposed to be alone, there were two more people silently appearing at this moment, and one of them was quite familiar to him.

Grant Ward is the sinister man who just refuted Bart.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the only table in the living room, respectfully pouring tea for a blond young man sitting on the sofa.

After noticing the gaze directed at John, Grant Ward raised his head, and his sinister expression suddenly softened a bit.

Grant Ward gently put down the tray and teapot in his hand, smiled slightly at John, and a wand slipped out of his sleeve silently.

"Your Excellency Grindelwald asked me to say hello to you."

A green light burst out from the tip of the staff in Grant Ward's hand.