Hogwarts in the shadows

"Director Weasley, what do you want to do?" Wilkinson glared at Percy.

"The incident in Nepal is by no means accidental. We don't know how many such institutes there are in the world." Percy said loudly, "So I want to see the future."

"Do you also want to witness the future with your own eyes?" Grindelwald looked around, his voice full of temptation.

Although the people present did not speak, they did not express any objection either.

There was a slight fluctuation of magic on Hephis' body, and Fulla's shadow power was activated again.

How can the Emperor of Ge show off without atmosphere?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the stands.

"Look!"

"Want to see it!"

“You must see it.”

Finally, everyone's voices merged into one.

“We want to see it!”

"Hahaha!" Grindelwald laughed loudly, getting louder and louder.

He slowly took out an exquisite silver pipe from his arms.

He put the cigarette to his lips, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the smoke.

The future demonstrated by Grindelwald was not the future that Hephaestus forged when he accepted believers, but a display of his true predictive ability.

A thick smoke rose into the sky and filled the entire venue. In the smoke, pictures gradually appeared.

A torrent of steel rolled forward, tanks roared, planes cut through the sky, and missiles fell like raindrops.

On the vast ocean, aircraft carriers break through the waves and countless rockets fly into space.

The scene of the mushroom bomb explosion made everyone terrified and their scalps tingled.

There were ruins everywhere, and countless high-tech armed soldiers were fighting with wizards holding magic wands.

The wizards were easily captured one by one, and the sight of broken limbs and arms on the cold experimental table was shocking.

A group of researchers in white coats chatted in low voices.

This scene made everyone present gasp, and fear quickly spread in the air.

Some people were so frightened that their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"These are all fake!" Wilkinson roared and raised his wand, pointing it at Grindelwald, but his hands were shaking.

Grindelwald waved his hand, the smoke dissipated, and the thrilling scene disappeared.

"This is my prophecy. It is up to you to believe it or not."

He said in a very casual manner, "I am going back to Nurmengard. Is there anyone willing to take me there?"

The meeting room was silent, and even Wilkinson, who looked angry, could not utter a word.

"Grindelwald, we haven't seen each other for many years. Let me take you back." Dumbledore finally spoke.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Grindelwald had no objection and he slowly walked to a corner of the venue.

Everyone's eyes followed closely, and the somewhat hunched figure looked very desolate.

“The final topic of the conference was about the mysterious disappearance of a large number of civilians and sorcerers in Nepal.

Although we have clues, given the seriousness of the situation, the Federation will send people to investigate.

Representatives present, who is willing to participate in this operation?" Dumbledore tried to get the meeting back on track.

But everyone was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened, and no one answered for a while.

Finally Percy was the first to raise his right hand: "Britain will send people to join."

Subsequently, representatives of the other four major countries and some powerful countries also raised their hands, expressing their willingness to participate in this action.

After all, this matter involves a wide range of areas, and they are unwilling to miss the opportunity to obtain first-hand information.

"Okay, please ask the fourteen representatives who raised their hands just now to communicate privately and have an in-depth discussion on issues such as personnel dispatch and allocation."

A huge stone in Dumbledore's heart finally fell to the ground, and the meeting was finally about to end.

His heart is really tired!

"So this conference..."

Percy gently raised his right hand, indicating that he had something to say.

Dumbledore is now trying to strangle Percy. Will this ever stop?

He really wants to retire now!

Or let Akinbade come!

Akinbade suddenly shuddered all over and felt a deep chill.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "British representative, please speak."

"The British Ministry of Magic would like to add an additional topic," Percy said in a calm voice.

"Discuss whether to repeal the International Statute of Secrecy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience suddenly boiled over, and they all looked at Percy in astonishment.

Wilkinson opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Bi Youlong looked at Percy deeply. He had felt something was wrong before.

The reactions of Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Weasley all seemed too deliberate.

But it seems like it was discussed beforehand.

Too much performance.

Now with this sudden topic, it is obvious that this was planned in advance.

But he was happy to watch the show, after all, it was really exciting.

Dumbledore felt unwell.

It turns out that this is Hephaest's real purpose. No wonder Gellert did this.

In fact, he had always felt that something was wrong, and what had just happened seemed to be anticlimactic.

"Ahem," he coughed twice, trying to stabilize the situation.

"Topics need to be submitted in advance to be discussed at the conference. According to the regulations, we will discuss it at the next meeting."

Percy smiled, "It is indeed late today, so let's discuss it at the next meeting."

He paused and said, "I believe everyone will be very interested in this topic.

Then let's set it for tomorrow, after all, everyone needs time to discuss with their respective Ministries of Magic."

tomorrow……

Dumbledore was also a little confused.

The next meeting is tomorrow?

Who taught this logic?

Uh……

Percy graduated from Hogwarts.

Anyway, it was definitely not taught by him.

"Tomorrow seems a bit rushed, let's do it in three days, so that everyone has enough time to prepare."

Bi Youlong spoke directly to confirm the matter.

Seeing no one objected, Dumbledore could only announce,

"The 522nd International Wizarding Confederation Conference is now officially over."

Then the corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued, “In three days, we will hold the next session.”

Everyone began to leave in an orderly manner, and everyone's expression was extremely heavy.

Bi Youlong hurried over and came to Percy with a smile.

"Mr. Weasley, I wonder if you have time. I would like to talk to you."

Percy was a little surprised, but then smiled and nodded.

Xia Kingdom, one of the five major countries, has no wizards, but it has a large number of aliens.

And there is also an old Taoist priest who is no less capable than Dumbledore.

It would undoubtedly be a good thing if we could pull them into our camp.

"Then shall we move to the office next door?" Bi Youlong suggested.

"It's already dinner time, why don't we chat while we eat.

It just so happens that my butler is good at cooking Xiaguo delicacies, and they taste very good."

Percy had some understanding of Xia Country's drinking culture.

"In that case, I'd be remiss not to accept it." Bi Youlong accepted it with pleasure.

He was becoming more and more interested in Percy, and things were becoming more and more interesting.