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Chapter 246 My name?My name is Grindelwald!
There was an uproar under the stage.

The crowd on the right let out cheers, while the believers on the left looked at Tang Sen in disbelief, and some even began to curse.

"lie!"

"This is not a prophecy! You are lying!"

"Is that Snape next to you? Did Dumbledore instruct you to say that!"

These angry voices almost drowned Tang Sen, but the magician raised his hand to stop those voices.

"So, my guess is wrong?" asked the magician.

Tang Sen shook his head: "Mr. Magician, foreknowledge is not what you understand."

"I can't prove your conjecture. Maybe there will be a future where wizards and Muggles go to war, but now it has been changed—because of you."

"When you start to change, that war has been stopped, and it will no longer appear in the picture of the future that I foresee."

"What I see is a more exciting future."

"I see wizards and Muggles walking the road together, I see the Oblivion and Confusion spells listed as Unforgivable Curses, and I see the radiance of magic lit up throughout the world."

Tang Sen's tone became excited: "Mr. Magician, I have seen a more brilliant civilization!"

The whole hall was silent.

"So... we succeeded?"

Someone uttered a murmur.

"Master Magician's plan really came true?"

"Can magic really merge with technology, can wizards really appear in front of Muggles freely?"

The buzzing sound shook people's eardrums, and these voices became more and more noisy. Those who had scolded angrily just now changed their expressions completely, and waved their arms to cheer.

Only Dumbledore remained silent, even frowning.

Everything that happened in front of him was more and more in line with his speculation just now. He suspected that what the fortune teller in front of him said was not a prophecy at all, but a lie to create momentum for the magician.

"Professor Tang—"

Dumbledore said suddenly: "I remember you once said that when a prophecy is spoken, in fact, the future has been changed."

"If you really want the picture of the future you see to happen, shouldn't you say nothing, lest this future be changed under your interference?"

Townsend bowed slightly to Dumbledore: "Professor Dumbledore, long time no see."

"You are right. When I uttered this prophecy, the future was changed again because of my interference."

The voices below the stage suddenly fell silent.

Townsend continued: "However, changes can be divided into good changes and bad changes."

"Sealers have their own judgments about the future. I think that speaking this prophecy at this moment will definitely not bring about bad changes."

He pointed to the people on the right side of the audience, immersed in the dead silence, and said: "I admire your efforts for the wizarding world, Professor Dumbledore, I know that you are working hard to reduce the damage caused by war." loss."

"me too."

"I don't want to see war and so many people dying on the eve of a better future."

"So, I uttered this prophecy, and I want to tell the gentlemen and ladies on the right."

"You are standing in the wrong position. I have seen the future of the integration of wizards and Muggles. It will come true. Even if you resist, even if you block it, it will only delay the process."

"I made this prophecy to save your lives."

"I sincerely hope that everyone will not do something that is destined to be impossible at the cost of their own lives."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but no more words came out.

Heck, no matter how you think about it, Professor Tang's prophecy at this moment can indeed greatly damage the morale of the opponents, and may even directly prevent the impending civil war.

This was undoubtedly what he wanted to do, and Tang Sen did it more thoroughly than he did.

He looked at Tang Sen's back. At this moment, he suddenly felt as if he was being pulled by countless invisible threads. All his actions and words seemed to be within the expectations of the other party, and all of this could not be broken, because He could no longer find any reason to convince himself to stop the other party.

If Professor Tang is really the person behind the change, maybe he can really do all that, and he has enough means—at least much more means than himself to reduce the sacrifices brought about by the change.

So, why should I stop it?
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Suddenly, there was applause.

The voice was crisp and loud, echoing throughout the hall.

There was a sudden explosion on the high platform, and another figure appeared in front of everyone.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker. Under the windbreaker was a dark blue suit and vest, with a white shirt. People could clearly notice that the skin exposed above the collar was dry and thin. A decent outfit doesn't look baggy.

His short white hair was trimmed very neatly, his face was wrinkled under the short hair, his skin was pale and sickly, he looked like he hadn't seen the sun for a long time and was malnourished, but he held his head up, the eyes in his eyes The momentum is undeniable.

This is an old man who looks very weak, but has a strong momentum.

He faced Townsend and the magician with a smile.

"Excellent speech."

He applauded unhurriedly, "It's even more exciting than I imagined."

"I can't help but want to believe everything you say."

Dumbledore took a few steps forward, standing beside the old man with some doubts and caution.

"Gellert?" he asked in a low voice. "We agreed that you shouldn't—"

"Albus." The old man chuckled, "I'm sorry, but how can such a stage be without me?"

"I don't want to see my old friend being fooled."

The "loud voice" spell without a stick or a spell was released, and the old man's voice reached everyone's ears.

"I heard someone claim to have seen a picture of the future, the social integration of Muggles and wizards, and the so-called brighter civilization."

"Hence, he thinks that what the magician has described must come true, and it has to be said that it is alluringly described."

"The only problem is, this prophecy — it's false."

Suddenly someone scolded in the audience.

"Professor Tang is a recognized fortune-teller. His fortune-telling results have never been wrong. What are you! Are you worthy of denying Professor Tang?"

The old man was not angry because of these scolding, he straightened his clothes, took a few steps forward, stood on the edge of the high platform, and looked down at everyone.

"My name?"

"Gellert Grindelwald!"

(End of this chapter)