Chapter 471: The King of Dark Wizards

"My lords!"

The blond beauty in a bathing suit that I saw standing by the railing walked slowly to the middle of the pool with a wine glass in hand.

At this moment, she was wearing a pure black wizard robe, with a dark gold 'Deathly Hallows logo' clearly printed on the robe.

As her high heels moved across the water, the water quickly froze, scaring others in the pool to flee and climb out.

The ice began to expand, congealing into a one-meter-high platform beneath her feet.

The witch put her wand against her throat, and the voice quickly passed to everyone's ears.

"I believe that many people know me, Camilla Hearst, and I believe that those who came here already know some news. We plan to do something big."

Everyone walked over one after another. There were nearly two hundred people. In the background of the wizarding world with super magic power, they were already considered a force that should not be underestimated.

What's more, there are still many dark wizards on the lower floor, such as the master Andrew that Anton met before, and when the people above drive this boat to the destination of the river troll, those people may also Being coerced together to play a role.

Old Ronaldo looked at the 'Deathly Hallows' logo on the witch's body, and spit out a word with a solemn face - "Saint!"

Anton raised his brows, not very surprised. Judging from the age of this "old ogre", she was indeed young when Grindelwald was raging in Europe.

"I believe everyone has heard the news that the great wizard has come out of prison."

Witch Hearst walked up and down on the ice platform, her wizard robes swaying, "This is quite exciting in our dark wizard community, right?"

"Our king!"

A wizard waved his fists and roared.

Then, all the people roared angrily—"Our king! Our king!..."

The deck was obviously bewitched by someone, and the sound here could not be transmitted outside, nor could the noise downstairs and the sound of the waves outside the ship.

Witch Hearst pressed her hands to silence everyone.

"My lords! My lords!"

"Our king came from among the dark wizards, and our king will eventually return to our dark wizards. We firmly believe in this!"

"Yes, we want our king to see our strength, we have to do something big, let him know our true ability!"

"Those people outside!"

Witch Hester roared and pointed at the ship, waving her arms vigorously, her face twisted, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Those hypocritical white wizards, they are all questioning, we are all questioning our king!"

"In their newspapers, in magazines, on the radio, and in various public places, they questioned our king and his magic theory!"

"We absolutely cannot accept it!"

Snapped!

The wine glass hit the ground, and a strong bearded wizard roared, "Yes, we absolutely do not approve!"

"Yes, we absolutely don't agree!" The people around also roared angrily.

Old Ronaldo waved his fists, roared, and signaled Anton, a rookie apprentice, to follow suit.

But he didn't realize that Anton looked at everyone with a strange expression, our king? Grindelwald didn't get this title back then, but he himself heard some inexplicable people yelling this title many times...

Inexplicably, he had some bad premonitions.

Mom~

Don't do it~

"This ship will sail to the mouth of a river, where there is a gathering place of river trolls. Deep in their gathering place, there is a two-hundred-year-old Mandrake plant!"

Witch Hearst waved her wand, and a huge phantom appeared behind her.

It was a mandrake plant that looked almost as tall as a five-story building. The vines stretched and climbed on the mountain wall, which looked extremely spectacular.

"We want to dedicate it to our king, let him make more 'werewolf experience candy', let him prove to the world..."

Witch Hearst took a deep breath, her entire upper body puffed up, her white to somewhat morbidly pale arms stretched out from the sleeves of her loose wizard robe, and she held it high, "Prove him right!"

"For our king!"

Everyone roared again.

Anton frowned and looked at the people with distorted faces. Sometimes it was difficult for him to understand the weird worldview of Europeans. They seemed to really get excited for some inexplicable and irrelevant things.

And it was passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, one by one gathered into a group, doing some weird things.

If you want to say it's for profit, sometimes you really can't see any actual benefit.

It was really inexplicably dazzled.

"Now……"

Witch Hester took out a book from her collar and held it up high, "Please hold up our divine book!"

All the wizards held up the books at the same time. Old Ronaldo quickly touched his body a few times and found that there were no books. He looked at Anton with some embarrassment, "Haha, haha, there is no way, sometimes such embarrassment will happen when the information is incomplete. things."

Seeing Anton's strange expression, he couldn't help curling his lips, "Oh, don't look at me like that, we can't make everything perfect."

Anton swallowed, and nodded slightly, "Yes... yes."

Old Ronaldo asked Anton to learn a little bit, and quietly waved his wand to transform a pack of tissues into a book. He raised his eyebrows proudly at Anton, and turned his head to look at the specific appearance of other people's books.

Oh ~ 3 inches (7cm) thick...

Oh~ the black cowhide cover...

Oh~ the bronzing edges...

What else, the old Ronaldo quietly took off the blindfold, and finally he was able to concentrate his eyesight and carefully read the words on the books held up by others.

Oh~ it's Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure Bloods.

"???"

Old Ronaldo put the blindfold on in a daze, took it off again, put it on again, took it off again, and rubbed his eyes hard, "???"

In the end, he looked back at Anton with an extremely disbelieving look, and asked hoarsely and full of doubts, "Muggles, werewolves, and pure blood?"

Anton shrugged helplessly, with an innocent look on his face.

On the ice platform, Witch Hearst had a pious expression on her face, holding the book tightly in her hands, holding it high, and raised her head, "Weasley~our king!"

Under the ice platform, everyone looked fanatical.

"Weasley~our king!"

"Weasley~our king!"

"Weasley~our king!"

To be honest, Anton felt embarrassed when he heard the roar of mountains and tsunami. Under the astonished expression of old Ronaldo, he could dig out three rooms and two halls with his toes in embarrassment.

Mom~

What is this called!

Now the question is...

What to do?

It was the first time that Anton suddenly felt a little dazed, and it was also the first time that he saw so many people calling his name frantically and piously, and felt a little agitated inexplicably.

seem……

Still exciting?