Hogwarts in the shadows

Percy didn't bother to continue arguing with Ivanovich, and turned his attention to Wilkinson.

Wilkinson's face looked very ugly at this moment.

This matter is far more complicated than it appears.

But it is not a matter of simply destroying the research institute, as there are a huge number of people involved in the matter.

And judging from the photos, those instruments are extremely advanced, which are simply not something a country like Nepal can possess.

“We must handle this matter with caution. The destruction of the institute is imperative to save our compatriots from danger.

But the Muggle forces involved behind the scenes must be thoroughly investigated."

"It turns out that the International Statute of Secrecy is a joke." A graceful man walked leisurely into the center of the venue.

"George Parkinson, what are you talking about here?" Percy stood up suddenly and was about to go forward to pull Parkinson.

"Director Weasley, please be patient." Parkinson waved his hand, and an invisible barrier blocked Percy.

Percy raised his wand and pointed it at Parkinson, his eyes flashing with vigilance and anger.

"Who are you? Parkinson's not at this level."

"You just realized it now? I've been following you all the way." Parkinson said leisurely.

"I just wanted to see old friends, but I didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing."

"Who are you and what happened to Parkinson?" The tip of Percy's wand flashed red, ready to attack at any time.

"Don't worry, he's fine, he'll just sleep for a few days." Parkinson's expression gradually changed.

Finally, a slightly weathered face was revealed, and the unique pair of heterochromatic eyes were particularly eye-catching.

There was an immediate cry of surprise from the crowd.

"Oh my God! It's Gellert Grindelwald, he escaped from Nurmengard, call the Aurors!"

The venue fell into chaos in an instant, and some of the timid ones simply fell to the ground.

However, more people drew their wands and pointed them at the former Dark Lord.

The reporters were very excited, as they originally thought that the information contained in this meeting was explosive enough.

But they didn't expect that even Grindelwald would show up. This would be big news that would shake the foundations of the wizarding world.

Their fingers quickly pressed the door open, recording Grindelwald's every move.

Grindelwald spread his hands, looking very innocent. "Look, I didn't even take my wand."

Dumbledore walked calmly across from Grindelwald without taking his wand.

"Grindelwald, what do you want to do? You have been in Nurmengard for fifty years, why do you want to come out again?"

The corners of Hephis' mouth rose slightly. You are worthy of it!

Dumbledore was probably worried that someone's wand might accidentally go off.

So he used himself as a meat shield and stood in front.

"Yes, it's been fifty years. The world has changed so fast. You have grown old too, Dumbledore."

Grindelwald sighed softly, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

Dumbledore also sighed, "Since you are old, wouldn't it be better to stay there and enjoy your retirement?"

"I originally just wanted to quietly take one more look at this world and then go back and die of old age in Nurmengard."

Grindelwald said softly.

There were some changes on the faces of everyone present, from initial vigilance to current confusion.

You should know that there are still many saints active around the world.

Grindelwald only needs to give an order and it will be another disaster for the wizarding world.

But he has stayed in Nurmengard honestly for fifty years.

"Now that you have shown up, what do you want to say?" Dumbledore asked.

Hephes shook his head secretly.

Dumbledore's acting talent is too poor, and the Q process feels a bit forced.

Grindelwald paced slowly in the center of the venue, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

"Fifty years ago, I predicted that the rise of the Muggle world would pose a huge threat to the wizarding world.

Many of you scoffed at my warnings at the time.

And now, look at what the world has become!" Grindelwald's voice was old but full of power.

"Muggles rely on their so-called technology to continuously squeeze our living space.

Their weapons are becoming more sophisticated, their numbers are growing,

Their ignorance and fear of magic make them regard us as aliens.

On the other hand, we wizards have been indulging in a false peace for the past half century, turning a blind eye to the impending crisis.

Our magic gradually fades in the dust of time.

Our traditions are disappearing quietly.

Let's see!

The Nepal incident was only a prelude to the future. More wizards would be captured by Muggles and become victims on that cold experimental table.

Are you really willing to watch your compatriots disappear one by one?"

"Grindelwald, don't spread panic here." Wilkinson stared at him hostilely.

"I can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep." Grindelwald glanced at him calmly.

"Fifty years ago, I tried to repeal the International Statute of Secrecy, but I failed, along with my own fate.

Yet my prediction came true.”

He continued to look around, "How ironic, the existence of wizards is no longer a secret.

And yet you cling to the old laws, deceiving yourselves into thinking you can get away with it.”

Everyone in the venue had different expressions.

Some were in deep thought, some were wavering, and even the wands they held high dropped weakly.

Hephis secretly gave Grindelwald thirty-two likes.

He is worthy of being called the Emperor.

The wording and tone are simply an art.

“The truth of what happened in Nepal has not yet been revealed and needs to be investigated in detail.”

Dumbledore's calm voice broke the silence, "Perhaps it was just an isolated incident..."

"Do you believe it yourself, Dumbledore?" Grindelwald showed a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"The Nepalese Ministry of Magic has been investigating for a year but has found nothing. They were able to capture hundreds of wizards quietly without leaving any trace.

Do you think the Muggle government of Nepal alone can do it?

Moreover, more than 10,000 Muggles are missing, so this cannot be the work of the Nepalese government alone."

"No matter what, we will get to the bottom of this and erase the memories of anyone who knows about it," Dumbledore insisted.

"You are so stubborn." Grindelwald chuckled and waved his hand casually.

"I no longer have any hope in the wizarding world."

He looked around at everyone again and said, "I will return to the tower in Nurmengard. If you are worried, you can send Aurors to accompany me."

"Mr. Grindelwald, please stay." Percy's voice rang out.

"Oh, it's Percy Weasley, the guy I'm pretending to be called Parkinson admires you very much.

And I admire your style of doing things.”

Grindelwald seemed to be in a good mood and looked at Percy with a smile.

"Thank you for your compliment. I wonder if you would be willing to reveal the prophecy of the future to us again?" Percy said sincerely.