Chapter 932 We Are Wizards, People Who Master Magic Miracles!

Listening to Conor's narration, Ivan didn't know what to say. North America and the International Association of Wizards could mobilize thousands of wizards, and they were an official force, but they were repeatedly killed in Grindelwald's hands. It's so useless that I can't even find out any important information.

Probably seeing what Ivan was thinking, Conor hurriedly explained. "Of course, it's not all without success... One of the informants sent by the League of Nations to France gained a very important memory."

"Do you have a pensieve here? I think you need to take a look..." Conor took out a small glass bottle from the pocket of the wizard's robe and said extremely solemnly.

"You don't need a pensieve, just give me the thing." Ivan reached out to take the glass bottle, unscrewed the cork at will, and a wisp of milky white mist floated out.

"Memory reappears..." Ivan pulled out his wand and waved it. The milky white mist was exploded in an instant. Dots of fluorescence scattered in all directions. The empty office turned into a solemn and solemn office in just a few seconds. The stately auditorium.

Ivan looked around and found that the place was crowded with wizards. It was roughly estimated that there were about four to five hundred people. What was strange was that among these people were either purebloods wearing expensive clothes or poor wizards with withered faces.

These two distinct groups of people are now gathered together in this auditorium, looking either worried or excited, as if they are waiting for something...

According to Conor's previous tips, Ivan could tell with his feet that they were waiting for Grindelwald...

"Have Grindelwald's followers grown to such a large scale?" Ivan turned his head and looked at Conor aside, asking in surprise.

"No, according to our investigation, many people were tricked into coming here." Conor shook his head.

"Even if only half of the people obey Grindelwald, that's enough!" Ivan glanced at Conor with great dissatisfaction and said with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm a little curious, how did he develop such a huge force despite your pursuit and interception?"

Conor's expression was a little embarrassed. In fact, there was even worse news that he had yet to tell. After this meeting, many wizards present changed their stance...

While the two were chatting, a burst of blue fire suddenly appeared on the stage, and a moment later, a figure in black robes walked out of the fire.

That was Gellert Grindelwald... He walked slowly to the front of the stage, spread his arms, and greeted warmly. “My brothers, sisters, and friends, you are welcome to take the time to come to my gathering!”

There was a burst of warm applause in the solemn auditorium. Ivan looked around. The audience around him was extremely enthusiastic. However, Ivan also noticed that some wizards leaning on the periphery looked very uneasy, with doubts and expressions on their faces. A look of panic.

One of the wizards shouted in panic. "Who are you? Isn't this supposed to be the meeting of the Martian Broom Team?"

"No, I came here after receiving an invitation from the hippie band..." Another witch also screamed.

More and more people found that they had been fooled, and those wizards who realized something was wrong immediately planned to leave here.

However, Grindelwald on the stage waved his wand, and all the doors and windows of the auditorium were closed.

An invisible protective shield was raised in the outside world, and wizards who wanted to escape found that they could not disapparate, and suddenly looked at Grindelwald on the stage in horror.

"It seems that some friends do not understand the purpose of this rally, and even have some doubts, but I implore you to be patient, and there is no need to be afraid. Because no one here will hurt you. After listening to my speech , everyone can freely decide to stay or go!" Grindelwald said slowly.

The wizards present were dubious, but their retreat was cut off and they were surrounded by a large number of fanatical saints. They could only stay in silence and respond. Only a wizard standing near the front mustered up the courage to ask. "Who are you anyway?"

A smile appeared on Grindelwald's lips. He looked at the man and spoke word by word. "I think you may have heard of my name through newspapers or other channels - Gellert Grindelwald!"

"The Dark Lord who started the Wizarding War?" Someone suddenly exclaimed below, and small-scale chaos once again occurred in the solemn auditorium.

However, some people soon questioned Grindelwald's words. "This is impossible. Grindelwald was a wizard from the last century. He is probably over a hundred years old this year. I have seen his photo in the European Times. He is obviously..."

"He looks like he is dying, right?" Grindelwald took over and continued to speak. "So what you have seen in the past may not be the truth. It may also be false and carefully fabricated, just like those baseless rumors!"

"I have also read the European Times, which called me a murderous demon and a dark lord, and placed countless crimes on my head - as the victors of the last wizard war, they certainly have the willpower Arrange the rights of the defeated..."

"But I am standing here today to hold this rally, not to defend those baseless smears. I just want to clarify that what I did fifty years ago was just to do something for the wizards... You and I seek a future!”

Grindelwald's magnetic voice continued to echo in the auditorium, as if it possessed some kind of magic power and reverberated in the minds of everyone in the audience.

"Friends, we all have the same identity, that is, wizards! A group of people who master magical miracles and have extraordinary talents!"

"With just a wave of a magic wand, you can change the form of matter and make everything in the world change according to your and my will - this is the talent and right given to wizards by God!"

"However, we who have such a miracle in our hands are busy working for some insignificant things every day, and are forced to hide in the corners of this world, imprisoning ourselves in one cage after another called the magic world, even for this reason Giving up the right to cast spells freely..."

The wizards present were whispering to each other, while Grindelwald continued to speak.

"Some people may say that this is to protect Muggles. Yes, what a high-sounding reason. We all know that there is a law in the wizarding world called the "Muggle Protection Act"! But those who designated the law may have forgotten that originally Why did our ancestors create the magical world, a paradise unique to wizards..."