Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

After a brief silence, the conference hall erupted into a clamor once more, like a splash of cold water into a boiling oil pot.

"Grindelwald escaped?! Why did he have to choose this moment?!" One representative shot to his feet, his face pale, his voice filled with unconcealed fear.

"Merlin! Is the magical world about to face two Dark Lords at the same time?!"

"Don't worry too much," a young representative said, waving his hand dismissively, his tone full of contempt. "You're all so scared of one Grindelwald. He's over a hundred years old, just a doddering old man. After so many years in prison, his body must be incredibly weak."

"That makes sense," another young representative immediately agreed. "Even if he escapes, how much trouble can he cause? So many years have passed, I highly doubt how many of his followers still listen to him, so the focus should still be on the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters."

"Bullshit!" An elderly wizard retorted loudly. "You young people don't know anything! That's Grindelwald we're talking about! I bet there are already countless remnants of the Acolytes heading to find him. Compared to Grindelwald's Acolytes, the Dark Lord's Death Eaters are like fresh recruits who have never seen battle, so Grindelwald is our greatest enemy."

"How is the Austrian Ministry of Magic guarding Nurmengard?!" The American representative's face flushed red as he slammed his fist on the table. "After all these years, they still let him escape! This is simply a disgrace to the magical world!"

"What does it have to do with us?" The Austrian representative argued reasonably. "Everyone knows how Grindelwald ended up in Nurmengard in the first place. He imprisoned himself in Nurmengard out of despair. If he wanted to leave, no one could have stopped him. Everything has been fine for so many years, who knows why he suddenly came out now."

"Stop arguing! This is just news brought by the staff, we're having a meeting and don't know anything," a young wizard shouted anxiously. "Let's check the news first! Find out what's going on."

For a moment, the conference hall was in chaos. Representatives spoke over each other, their voices a mixture of fear, anger, and calm analysis. The entire hall was like a Blasting Curse about to go out of control, ready to explode completely at any moment.

Akinbad stood on the podium, looking at the chaotic scene before him, feeling a splitting headache.

The people were too scattered, and the team was difficult to lead. The magical world was about to descend into complete chaos.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his throbbing temples, and then waved to the staff: "Turn on the magic television."

The huge magic screen lit up instantly, the picture slowly appearing, and the entire hall fell into a deathly silence, followed by a chorus of gasps.

Fiendfyre!

In the picture, two raging columns of Fiendfyre shot into the sky, like two roaring, demonic dragons, frantically biting and entwining in the air.

Although the camera was far from the battlefield, through the screen, everyone could still clearly feel the earth-shattering heat, and even the air in front of the screen seemed to become scorching.

At the same time, the reporter's excited and hurried voice came from the picture, broadcasting rapidly like a string of firecrackers:

"Viewers, Swan Media is bringing you exclusive live coverage. Our reporters are risking their lives to bring you first-hand information."

"Just now! The first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald has officially returned, calling on Acolytes from all over the world to counterattack Gringotts, drive out the Death Eaters, and protect everyone's property and safety."

"Faced with the provocation, the second-generation Dark Lord responded strongly, personally descending on the battlefield to stage a peak showdown. What you are seeing now is the scene of the two using Fiendfyre to compete."

In the picture, Grindelwald stood in the flames, his figure tall and straight, his robes fluttering, his silver hair shimmering like burning platinum in the firelight. With a wave of his hand, the blue Fiendfyre, like a fierce beast obeying orders, churned and roared, directly threatening Voldemort.

On the other side, Voldemort's black robes rustled, his pale snake-like face full of bloodlust. His Fiendfyre constantly changed, intertwined with Grindelwald's flames, forming an earth-shattering firestorm.

The reporter's voice became more and more excited: "It's amazing, it's really amazing! The first-generation Dark Lord is still strong and vigorous, his demeanor undiminished from his prime. As you can see, in the Fiendfyre competition, the first-generation Dark Lord has a slight advantage."

"Even hundreds of meters away, we can still feel the scorching heat wave! In front of the camera, our cameraman's hair is already slightly charred, and the air is filled with a burnt smell—"

Before he could finish speaking, the reporter's expression suddenly changed. He pressed his hand to the magic earpiece on his ear, as if listening to some sudden news.

After a brief silence, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, his voice even trembling slightly:

"Viewers, breaking news, during the battle between the two, the Acolytes responded to Grindelwald's call and swept back again. As of now, Gringotts in France, Germany, Austria, Poland, Sweden, and other countries have fallen into the hands of the Acolytes again, and Acolytes in other countries are also gradually regaining Gringotts."

"In this global clash of two major forces, the Death Eaters are crumbling and fleeing in droves. After occupying Gringotts in various countries, the Acolytes did not act recklessly, but firmly guarded the order there. As for future developments, our reporter will follow up and report to you."

"Merlin!" The reporter suddenly exclaimed, "Look, the battle between the two Dark Lords is over, the Dark Lord has disappeared, and only Grindelwald remains at the scene."

In the picture, Grindelwald waved his wand, extinguishing the still-burning Fiendfyre, and then Apparated directly in front of the camera.

The reporter was taken aback, but he didn't run away. Instead, he mustered his courage and began to interview this existence who was once the most feared in the magical world.

Grindelwald's figure stood quietly on the screen. He was wearing a well-tailored black robe, and his silver hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

The years had left deep marks on his face, his temples were frosted, and his eyes were etched with wrinkles, but his ice-blue eyes were still so sharp that they seemed to pierce through everything.

He looked directly at the camera, his eyes as deep as a calm sea.

"Everyone, there is no need to panic. I walked out of Nurmengard not to rekindle the flames of war, but to fulfill my oath to protect."

"Ministries of Magic in various countries, since you cannot protect the safety of the people, then let me do it. With me and the Acolytes here, no one can mess up the magical world!"