"What happened to them?"
"It's a Muggle, a Muggle weapon!"
"When did Muggles gain such power? It's terrible."
"We must rise up and destroy those things!"
"It's not the Muggles who are wrong, it's those people!"
"If Muggles didn't have these weapons, nothing would happen to us!"
The international wizarding society is in turmoil.
At this time, a terrible statement was born.
"This world belongs to wizards," the white-haired wizard with strange eyes appeared in the wizard tavern, his face calm. "Those terrible and destructive things, created by Muggles, will appear on the heads of wizards."
"Grindelwald?!"
Someone yelled in horror.
Grindelwald smiled slightly, turned a blind eye to his fear, and walked towards the front of the tavern.
"I know some of you are afraid of me, yes, that's right, that attack, let's put it that way."
He stood in front, alone, without any followers.
"Is that really an attack?" He looked at a middle-aged wizard.
The middle-aged wizard's legs were shaking with fear.
Grindelwald smiled at him.
"We should see who Qilin chooses."
He reminded everyone that before the explosion, there was already a new leader of the International Federation of Wizards.
After his reminder, everyone remembered that this was the case.
But that devastating attack had nothing to do with the ***.
"Have you ever thought about why he became a ***?" Grindelwald pointed at it with his index finger and said, "Magic chose him, and everything he did was to save magic!"
"Nonsense!" a young wizard yelled, "thousands of wizards died in that attack!"
"Yes, these are necessary," Grindelwald did not deny it. He walked up to the young wizard and asked, "Tell me, how did they die?"
"They died with Muggle weapons..."
Grindelwald looked around at everyone, "Muggles still have many of those things, and those things will fall on wizards sooner or later."
He raised his hand and dropped his fingers like a missile.
Everyone shuddered.
"I let you see this in advance to let you understand," he said in a seductive voice behind his hands, "In this world, power is supreme, and Muggles have the power to destroy us."
"If we don't unite, we will be turned into dead souls under more powerful weapons."
A wizard hesitated and said, "But those wizards who were attacked..."
"They are destroying us," Grindelwald said without changing his expression. "The Law of Secrecy continues to exploit our living space. The once weak Muggles, under the protection of the Law of Secrecy, have become so powerful that wizards cannot deal with them."
"Brothers and sisters," Grindelwald said with tears on his face, "I hope everyone will be alert."
Grindelwald said sincerely, "The sword of Damocles hangs above your head."
"The danger we face forces me to resort to such extreme measures."
After that, he shed another touching tear.
With tears in his eyes, he begged: "The devil has become great, believe me, my compatriot."
The tavern fell silent.
...
The holy fire cleanses away decay.
When this slogan sounded, the Ministry of Magic of various countries reacted.
The house was robbed.
The Wiccan Party shouts slogans, they want to make magic great again.
They invited their fellow citizens to join them.
Add magic.
The choice of Qilin proves the choice of magic.
Those deaths were the firewood sacrificed before dawn, illuminating them and keeping them awake.
Muggle technology
Threaten the survival of magic.
If no changes are made, what awaits them will be despair with nowhere to escape like in Bhutan.
"Grindelwald killed thousands of wizards, and now he is shouting slogans for magic?" Gresham, the German Minister of Magic, did not participate but escaped. He cursed at the temporary meeting organized by the International Federation of Wizards.
"20 Ministers of Magic, 300 Ministry of Magic employees, 2,123 innocent wizards," Gresham roared angrily, "They are all dead!"
"Yes, we know it very well," Oblansk, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, said solemnly in the parliament, "but we currently do not know the location of Gellert Grindelwald."
"Barty Crouch, the British Minister of Magic, died in this attack." Someone said, "We need a ***."
"***?" Gresham said feeling ridiculous, "Are you still thinking about that bit of power at this time?"
"No, I'm not talking about me." The man said with some embarrassment, "We can find a new leader to lead us."
"He is right," Bulgaria's Minister of Magic Oblansk said. "At this time, the more we need to unite."
"Grindelwald is preaching about the Muggle threat all over the world," Oblansk said. "We need to stabilize the mood of the people."
"Muggle threat?" Gresham sneered, "We are all in contact with some official personnel from Muggle countries, don't we know?"
"You don't know." The old voice said.
Gresham was about to retort when he saw the man and shut his mouth.
It was an old man like Spencer, a man from the Researchers Association.
"Muggles have always been wary of wizards." The old man's cloudy eyes scanned the representatives present.
The Minister of Magic died, and those countries could only elect representatives to participate in this parliament.
Contact with Muggle governments, whether wizarding or Muggle, is top secret.
Only the president and prime minister know.
Likewise, only the Minister of Magic is qualified to contact the Muggle government.
"Wizards are feared because they are mysterious."
The old man was once the Minister of Magic of a country, and after abdicating, he became a member of the Delvers Association.
So he understood very well that the image of wizards among Muggles was that of mystery.
The mystery will make them fear wizards and keep them on the sidelines.
When Fudge was the Minister of Magic, he bossed the Prime Minister around and even asked him to cooperate with wizards.
This is a death-seeking act that only an ignorant fool would do.
The purpose of the confidentiality law is to maintain this mystery.
Only by making their image more elusive will Muggles not take action.
But if Muggles knew about it, wizards would die under the missiles.
Then the mystery of the wizard will cease to exist.
The long-established mystery collapsed, so what was gained in exchange?
This makes people dare not think carefully.
"We need a hero to lead us out of this predicament and out of this suffocating world that is about to collapse."
The old man said in a deep voice: "Grindelwald is trying to become that hero, we need to stop him."
Yes.
Muggles see the vulnerability of wizards, and wizards see the strength of Muggles.
This is Grindelwald's conspiracy.
No, conspiracy.
He was giving the wizard a path he had no choice.
And he himself became the leader to abolish the status of the International Federation of Wizards.
"Who should I choose?" someone asked.
This is not an ordinary thing, this is truly trying to save the building from falling.
"Dumbledore..." Yalefan was also in this meeting.
"Forget about Dumbledore."
The person who spoke out was the representative of the British Ministry of Magic...Percy Weasley.
Percy said solemnly: "Dumbledore, apart from his magic power, what else do you miss about him?"
"Watch your words, Weasley." Yalefan said coldly, "Dumbledore once defeated Grindelwald!"
"How did you defeat him?" Percy sneered, "You don't know that guy."
"He doesn't know how to hold power, as he said desire, desire, ha." Percy shook his head, "How ridiculous, you want to tell Dumbledore and then wait for him to reject you?"
"You've done this before, haven't you?"
Representatives from various countries looked at each other. Indeed, Dumbledore's reputation in the Ministry of Magic was not very good.
"I'm telling you, even if you don't elect him, he will be mobilized for it," Percy crossed his hands on his chin. "He will gather his old friends and do another 'Dumbledore Saves the World."
Yes, that's true.
Everyone remembers it well.
What a familiar recipe they've experienced.
Percy moved his gaze to the French Minister of Magic, who was three places away, and said, "Mr. Roland, who do you think is more suitable?"
Charles Roland saw everyone's eyes turning towards him. He smiled with a smile on his face, but in fact he cursed secretly in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Roland could only say, "Dumbledore is indeed not suitable."
"He is old, and Grindelwald is young now."
He hesitated and said, "We have younger ones, don't we?"
young?
who?
Roland knew that what he was going to do next would completely make him a fan of that person.
But he had no choice.
He threw the newspaper and let it unfold in the air.
"This is the hero we need."
The wizards at the meeting looked up at the man above them as if they were in a newspaper.
The second king, John Wick.
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