Chapter 654

"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 pleaded: "Magic will become great, believe me, my countrymen."

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 threatens 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 yelled at the temporary meeting organized by the International Federation of Wizards.

"20 Ministers of Magic, 300 employees of the Ministry of Magic, 2123 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 have the specific location of Gellert Grindelwald."

"Barty Crouch, the British Minister of Magic, died in this attack." Someone said, "We need a leader."

"Leader?" 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," said Bulgaria's Minister of Magic Oblansk. "At this time, the more we need to unite."

"Grindelwald is preaching about the Muggle threat all over the world," Oblansk said. "We need leaders to calm the mood of the masses."

"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 in a deep voice: "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 person."

"He doesn't know how to hold power, as he said desire, desire, ha." Percy shook his head and said, "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 former 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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Chapter 669 The Polish Ministry of Magic’s Bomb

Magic is fading.

Heroes are born in ruins.

Frightened people will follow heroes.

Grindelwald returns to Poland.

Grimm, who had seen what happened at the election meeting, walked out of the Ministry of Magic and stopped him.

"What should I call you?" Grim's expression was complicated, mixed with anger and despair. "You want to kill me? Just like you kill other people?"

"Grim, I won't kill you."

Grindelwald, who was facing Inge, shook his head and said: "I will not kill anyone."

“Thousands of lives in Bhutan.”

"I didn't kill that," Grindelwald said. "It was a sacrifice to magic."

"To make magic great again, we need to break the long-standing rules."

Grindelwald raised his right hand, with an image of an explosion on it.

"Did you see it?"

"Yes, I saw it." Grim nodded.

"How terrible it is." Grindelwald said solemnly, "No wizard can survive such an attack."

"I just let everyone see the threats and malice of Muggles."

There was compassion for magic in his eyes, like a compassionate saint.

"Believe in me, just like you always believed in me."

His expression was moving.

Grimm said: "It's hard for me to do it."

"I know, my friend," Grindelwald said, shaking his head, "I am bidding you farewell."

"I will leave here, everything here will be handed over to you, protect our compatriots."

He turned around and walked outside, actually not intending to continue interfering with the Polish Ministry of Magic.

Grim watched him leave and unclenched his clenched fists.

"Grindelwald, I won't believe you."

Grimm said, turning and walking into the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is now leaderless, and he needs to protect the wizards here.

Grindelwald's face gradually returned to its original appearance.

"What do we do now?"

A young man appears next to Grindelwald.

If John were here, he would recognize this as the wizard who appeared at the defense base.

Another man appears, the wizard who carried away the weapons that day.

"I think our compatriots are still dreaming of peaceful coexistence with Muggles."