"My compatriots, you who will be with you in the future." Weston whispered in front, "I don't know how many of you know me, and I don't know how many don't. ”

"That's not important, yes." Weston looked around, pointed at himself, and then at the audience, "I'm not important, you're not important, we're not important." ”

"What's important?" Weston paused for a moment and said solemnly, "It's the future!" ”

"I've thought countless times that the future of us wizards lies there. We have a great talent that we were born with, and we have a strong and impeccable past. ”

"The History of Magic tells us that our ancestors were the first to stand up and fight bravely for the survival of humanity. We should have a higher pursuit and a better future. ”

"We deserve better!"

"But, look at what we looked like before." Weston said bitterly, "The wizard, hey, has become a rat hiding in the sewers, and has begun to dodge. We didn't develop as well as the Muggles we once despised. ”

"What is the reason for all this?"

Weston's question silenced the audience, even Grindelwald pondered in silence.

After a pause, Weston continued, "I've asked myself this question, I've asked myself, if I want to do something for wizards, if I want to change the situation for our fellow citizens, what should I do?"

"I've thought about violence, but violence doesn't solve anything." Weston shook his head, "Perhaps, my strength is strong enough to suppress the entire world, but I can't solve all the problems. No, it's not what I want, and it's not what you want. ”

"The sun was beautiful. I love the sunshine every day, and we wizards should enjoy it every day. Yes, I always thought so. ”

"So, I've developed an elixir that can turn Muggles into wizards!" Weston said, "Muggles can't be killed, and history has taught us that it is not advisable to enslave them." Well, just let them join us. ”

"My brothers and sisters, though there are many wizards among us who claim to be pure-bloods. But who can guarantee that there is not a single muggle in the blood flowing through our bodies? ”

"If there is, then our war with Muggles is fratricidal, right?"

"Don't be stupid, guys, family." Weston pointed to the sky with one hand, "That is our pursuit, our pursuit should be the vast starry sky, and our future is the ocean of stars." ”

"No war, we don't need that! What we want is the future, a higher pursuit!"

"Glory, above all else! Wisdom, Wizard Achievement! ”

Weston finished speaking, and the wizards remained silent. Shocks filled their brains, everyone's eyes widened, and frenzy and excitement filled their faces.

Someone who led the way, and everyone began to chant Weston's name, as they had once faced Grindelwald.

Grindelwald looked at Weston with a smile and nodded in satisfaction. Although his face is still young, it is no longer as sharp as before, on the contrary, he now looks more like an old man who looks at the outstanding underclass.

What's going on, the smell of "Sister-in-law Deng" on this guy is suddenly so strong? Weston muttered to himself.

"Smack!" "Smack!" ......

One after another, the sound of apparitions appearing appeared in the field.

"Master, we're back." The Auror, who had been cast by Weston's Imperius Curse, said respectfully to Weston, and at his feet was a big fat wizard who had been stunned.

"Good!" Weston nodded in satisfaction, "Well, you can die!" ”

"Yes!" Without hesitation, the Auror nodded, picked up his wand, and aimed it at his head, "Avada suo!" ”

A green glow flashed, and the Auror fell straight to the ground.

"It's the same for a few of you, come along with him." Weston said to the others.

The other Aurors nodded their heads as well, and one by one cast the Curse on them.

"Wow, you're very simple!" Grindelwald snorted, "Still, I'm curious as to why your Imperius Curse can kill you, I've never heard of it before." ”

"I'll send these tips to the Magic Guild when I have time, just exchange them for union points." Weston said nonchalantly, "Now, we should get down to business." ”

As he spoke, Weston pointed his finger, and a white ray of light shot out of his fingertips and hit the fat wizard's body.

"Oh--" The wizard's fat face trembled as he opened his eyes like knives.

"You are—" The man's body shuddered at the sight of Weston, and then he pretended not to know anything.

"Good evening, Mr. President." Weston greeted politely, "I think you know me, I'm Weston Delacul." ”

"Ahhh The man seemed to know Weston's identity, and jumped up at a speed that did not match his body at all, his fat face full of flattery and flattery, "It's really you, the savior of our magical world." ”

"I'm not a savior, Mr. President." Weston said lightly, "Look, doesn't the Magical Congress of America think I'm the new Dark Lord?" ”

"Who said that?" The man was like stepping on a charcoal fire, and he jumped high all of a sudden, his face full of indignation, "How can you slander our hero like this, I ......"

"I think you know that, don't you, Mr. President?" Weston interrupted the man's performance with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't kill you now." While the Wizard's transformation is fraught with uncertainty, some bloodshed is acceptable. I need you to stay alive for a while, though, until your value is not completely depleted. ”

"Uh-Mr. Weston, please listen to me......." The man was anxious and tried to defend himself.

"Seal your tongue and lock your throat!" Weston didn't bother to listen so much, a little magic sealed the man's mouth.

"He's over to you, Mr. Grindelwald!" Weston looked at Grandwald with a smile, "The shamelessness of the Magical Congress of America can't just let us know, can it?" ”

"Good idea, I'll entertain our guests!" Grindelwald spoke slowly, and there was a hint of weirdness in his heterochromatic eyes.

"Then please!" Weston nodded, and turned to look at the wizards around him, "Fellow citizens, get out of here, spread our minds, we need change, we need a new, different world!" ”

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