Chapter 309 Debut! A Speech to the World!

"Lucky! When you are trembling, there are people who protect you!"

Grindelwald's wild sarcasm resounded over the Quidditch pitch.

At the same time, in the center of the city of Nurmengard, at the crossroads in the hidden place, on the roof of Gringotts in Diagon Alley, at the entrance of Hogsmeade...almost all the settlements where wizards gather all over the world at the same time appeared. The wide water curtain, the wizards passing through these places have been attracted by the water curtain.

"What's this?"

On the street of magic ingredients in the hidden place, a rich middle-aged couple who had just finished shopping walked towards the leaving statue. The witch held her husband with a basket full of vegetables and stretched out her hand to touch Pythia's arm. The water curtain and the pure white "canvas" made her confused. She withdrew her hand and looked at her husband beside her.

"boom--"

The vegetable basket in the husband's hand fell to the ground, the bright red apples rolled all over the ground, and the carefully selected large watermelon was also broken in half. The witch looked at the dusty fruit distressedly, and was about to scold her Husband, but found that he was staring at the front, eyes full of surprise.

She turned her head quickly, looking at the water curtain that was still white just now.

I saw a distorted and deformed black monster screaming and rushing out of the water curtain. The witch living under the water curtain really experienced what it means to be on the scene in naked-eye 3D. A huge black eyeball squeezed in the center of the screen, It was almost as high as a two-story building. Before she could react, the eyeball split open from the middle, and the tile-like shark teeth roared and wanted to tear everything in front of them.

This scene can be called the opening lightning strike. The witch felt her heart beat a little slower. Her legs were weak, and she stumbled back a few steps. She was about to fall to the ground. When she leaned back, she felt I felt that my old waist was being held by a pair of strong arms.

"Oh... Darko..."

She turned her head and looked at her husband who had been married for decades and thought she had lost passion, but found that the husband who was hugging her was holding her waist with the other hand, and his eyes were still fixed on the water curtain in front of him. And squeezed out a sentence through the teeth, "Honey, get up, don't you know how much you weigh?"

"Okay." The tenderness on the witch's face disappeared in less than a second. She straightened up dryly and asked, "What is this? Darko?"

"I don't know. If you're talking about the thing in the painting, I can only say that it looks like an obscurant who has been twisted to the extreme... What a disqualified education. Why does the current wizard education still produce obscurers?" Male Wu rubbed his old waist, eyes full of fear, "As for this water curtain, I know what it is."

"What?"

The witch asked curiously. She realized that the things in the picture were fake, and she was able to enjoy the immersive scene.

"Fifteen years ago, at the Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Gellert Grindelwald used this magic to show his followers the future weapons of Muggles that he imagined."

The wizard squinted his eyes. At this moment, the sound of the huge and silent battle with the unknown enemy outside the screen came from the water curtain, and there was also a voice that the wizard over fifteen years old in Paris would never forget to support his statement. Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald!

He didn't understand why Grindelwald dared to spread his voice majestically in this kind of place, and the sonorous and powerful words were clearly heard by him and everyone in the hiding place like him.

"You have been bred to be stupid under the illusion of peace, and see, my countrymen, my brothers, this is the tool that Muggles use against us, in a delusional attempt to stifle the younger generation of wizards and destroy our hopes. These tools used to be our compatriots!" Grindelwald's voice was full of pain, "Second Salem, I believe that most people have never heard of their names, and even if they knew, they laughed it off. Because you never would have imagined that a group of Muggles who can only do such useless work as distributing leaflets can pose a threat to wizards!"

"It's... really a silent one." The wizard's lips trembled a little, he put on the glasses hanging around his neck, and took out an extremely thick book from the bag behind him.

"What's the matter, dear?"

"Many years ago, there was a silent man who could control his own magic power. Although he was only active for a while and then disappeared, he still left a deep impression on the wizards of the year," the wizard recalled. I can't touch the hem of his clothes, and he smashed their shields as easily as drinking soup, I was lucky enough to meet him... no, it, but it is nothing compared to the monster in front of me."

"These despicable Muggles, who abduct our children, abuse them, humiliate them, oppress them, put them on chains and raise them in sheepfolds, play with and squeeze their hearts recklessly, let an innocent Children grow up in misery, use inferior potions to induce their magic power, overdraw their lives, and mass-produce them into obedient silent people like puppets!"

Grindelwald complained loudly that at this moment, what was playing on the water curtain was the scene of silently rushing to the Slytherin stands. Although they had never met each other before, the hearts of the audience were raised for these children.

"Look here! Here is the tool they make, made of the souls of seven poor children, and the one who stole them handles the reins like a horse!"

Grindelwald's emotional words aroused the resentment of almost everyone. Although they had different positions, when they learned that this "monster" was once a cute and lively little wizard, it was hard for anyone not to sigh for their tragic experience. And Grindelwald's last sentence completely stirred up their anger!

"They could be your neighbor's kids, your co-workers' kids, maybe even your kids, my kids! But they've grown up living in a pigsty, living in misfortune, being told that wizards are evil aliens, and even To call a disgusting mad Muggle 'mother'! Just think! What a humiliation, what a persecution?"

Grindelwald's voice slowed down a little, and unguarded students appeared in the water curtain. The students in the entire college were only protected by a chubby professor and another student who was weak and looked like he was about to die suddenly. Their hearts were seized, and they felt a malicious net rushing towards the wizard from Grindelwald's ambiguous words, as if the students on the stage were their own children.

(In Grimmauld Square, Borroux, who has an independent water curtain, looked at the son protecting his classmate in the picture with satisfaction, smiled and said to the housekeeper, "I didn't spend this money in vain."

But he quickly shakes his head again, and says, gnashing his teeth, "But why Alphard?")

Silently, the bloody mouth was about to swallow the entire stand, and Grindelwald seemed to feel powerless because of this situation. The picture froze, his face appeared in the center of the water curtain, and a tear flowed from his resolute eyes , moistening his pale cheeks and withered beard, this demon king who dedicated his life to the cause of terror cried, revealing his weak side in front of the whole world.

"For thousands of years, wizards have always regarded themselves as a part of human beings. For the sake of world peace, we even put the shackles called "Secrecy Act" on our own necks. In the expansion of Muggles, we have to Do not abandon their native land and homeland again and again, and move to places inaccessible..."

His voice was so deep that he didn't look like a dark wizard at all, but rather a poor man who was hurt by a dark wizard.

"Again, there are those of us who have become demented indulging in a false peace, and they raise their wands, they raise their knives, and they persecute those who want to make everyone better, and they use blunt knives They castrate the wizard's backbone with a knife, kidnap everyone with a ridiculous strip, they watch the Muggles rush into the wizard's rare event, destroy the victory of the Triwizard Tournament, and they send other people's children Fuck, they'll touch the top of your head when a Muggle puts a knife to your neck and say, 'This is for world peace'... My fellow citizens, perhaps in your hearts I'm a murderer The devil, but I tell you all this just to give you the right to think for yourself."

After saying this, Grindelwald's face disappeared on the water curtain, and the magic streets all over the world fell into a long silence. Those who clamored to destroy the Dark Lord's conspiracy also stopped their impulse after hearing all this , During the time when the picture was frozen, everyone stood there, at a loss, as if under a petrification spell.

"Dako...is...is that so?" The witch showed a worried expression and pinched the back of her hand. She thought of her grandson who was still babbling, and her daughter and son-in-law were taking their children on vacation in the United States, "I just heard People say...the Second Saxon is in America?"

"It's the Second Salem..." The wizard corrected his wife's grammatical errors, shook his head, and said, "The best solution to what Grindelwald said is not to believe a single word, but..."

He kept his mouth shut, and Salem's yelling echoed through the streets, proof that he didn't know how to refute it.

Seeing that her husband was silent, the witch gently took his arm and comforted him, "The Ministry of Magic will take care of it."

"You don't know, it's because of the Ministry of Magic," the wizard sighed anxiously, "Oh!"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and more and more people gathered beside the water curtain. Even the wide street in the hidden place was crowded. Everyone looked at the water curtain anxiously, expecting and fearing what would happen next. progress.

"Lucky! When you are trembling, there are people who protect you!"

Except for Hogwarts, the broadcast of the water curtain does not seem to be in real time. At this moment, it finally broadcast the first sentence that Grindelwald shouted at Hogwarts. Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of wizards all over the world, A thunderous light beam pierced Mo Ran's body, and in the next second, a giant iron hand stretched out from the void to strangle the monster's throat, dragging it into the pure white world!

Even Darko, who has a deep hatred for Grindelwald, was so excited that he almost waved his fist, but the tingling pain in his arm calmed him down. It turned out that his more emotional wife was so excited that he pinched his forearm.

The camera climbed up Alexander's fist, obviously at a fast speed, but because of its huge body, it seemed to be in slow motion. The camera was always pointed at the red light spot behind the mist. The wizards were a little strange, why the hero who saved the students was a This kind of thing?

Although I can't understand Alexander's principle, its gleaming arm armor, scorching steam and dense magic lines all show its power, except for some private content about the family that was pinched by Grindelwald. The conversation between Nelson and Salem was almost heard by the wizards. They learned that it was a Hogwarts student, a young man named Nelson Williams, who was fighting against the powerful enemy at this moment!

Nelson's process from maintaining his sanity to being furious under Salem's provocation is almost a psychological portrayal of them. They can only see Alexander's silent battle through the swing of the camera. This is also Grindelwald's shrewdness. The misplaced shooting and shaking the camera turned the battle that was originally easily won by relying on the location into a battle that was won with unrivaled strength after a difficult and fierce battle.

"I ask! You answer!"

"You...you ask..."

Salem's submissiveness made many spectators wave their fists uncontrollably, and many people accidentally injured the wizards around them by mistake, but no one cared about it now.

"What is your purpose in coming to Hogwarts!"

"You... Tom Riddle, and Heid... No, Christian Jewell, you have a similar experience, and you are the best material for the Obscure, enough to help us complete the great cause of eliminating wizards, ha Haha, cough, we've succeeded, even if you kill me, you won't be able to hinder the next mother who inherits the name of 'Salem'."

"Speak up!" After a loud noise, Salem wailed, and Nelson continued to ask, "How many little wizards have you kidnapped?"

"I...can't remember, since I became Salem... since I became Salem, there have been more than 3,000, and there are dozens of high-quality piggies every year, but... unfortunately, those piggies can only cultivate a lot of piggies. Lots of fighters."

"How many people died?" Nelson's voice was full of anger like most people.

"Why do I have to memorize things? Cough cough, maybe one piggy can be raised out of a hundred..."

"Very good, very good, very good." Nelson's tone became lighter each time.

Grindelwald's camera shot upward rapidly, and finally broke through the fog and rushed to the sky. The red light spot that confused everyone finally appeared in front of everyone-a flame behind the lens, the angry eyes of the god.

The camera didn't stop, it was still looking upwards, in the middle of the crown-like head armor, there was a pointer-like throne, it passed over the throne, and the figure sitting on it left a glimpse for the wizards.

"Mergan! Wertling by the brook!"

Darko widened his eyes and shouted incoherently.

"My compatriots, I think you have your own answers and choices."

The wizards were silent, and Grindelwald's voice, like a friend's heart-to-heart conversation, sounded again.

"For the greater good."

I dreamed that I was hit to death by 500 dump trucks...it was so dirty