John's hair gradually turned black as he walked by.

This made him less conspicuous.

Some people are destined to be in the limelight.

Grindelwald walked onto the stage, the thousands of wizards cheering his name.

They were ecstatic, and under the constant rendering, some wizards in Europe regarded Grindelwald as a savior, as the embodiment of wizard supremacy.

Grindelwald stands on stage, like a demagogue, like a rock star.

The scene seems to be getting out of hand, and there is no need to wonder about these crazy fans.

However, Grindelwald just made a gesture, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

"My brothers, sisters, friends," he said, strolling around the stage, "such a loud applause should not be for me, no."

He paused at the edge of the stage and looked at the wizards in front of him, "Sacrifice to yourselves."

Queenie listened in fascination, and Jacob was forced to sit in his seat, terrified to hear from a Witch about how to crusade and rule Muggles like him.

Youssef Cama was skeptical, Credence looked at Grindelwald so brightly, and Nagini tightened his clenched arms.

Rita was in the crowd, she didn't applaud, but she couldn't help but be attracted by Grindelwald's charisma.

She didn't notice that a young dark-haired wizard beside her was watching with scrutinizing eyes.

"You have come today because of the longing of your heart and a kind of recognition," Grindelwald is a brilliant orator, his gaze is full of forbearance and affection, and one unconsciously falls, "the old and rotten past should be left behind."

"You are gathered here today for the sake of the new, for the ...... change."

"They say I hate non-wizards, Muggles, and No-Majels." His voice was raised, "The one who can't cast a spell!"

Muggles were heard in the crowd, booing and laughing.

As Newt received at the Ministry of Magic, the purebloods believed they were born to rule the world.

A high-pitched 'pest' made Jacob feel uncomfortable.

Queenie felt anxious for a moment, and she grabbed Jacob's hand.

"I don't hate them," Grindelwald said as the boos died down, and he lowered his voice, "I don't hate."

"I will never fight for hatred, and in my eyes Muggles are not inferior but distinct from us."

Queenie listened to this with tears in her eyes.

In the United States, wizards cannot intermarry Muggles.

"It's not useless, it's something else." His words were sincere, "It should not be discarded, but it should be treated specially."

"Magic blooms, and wisdom is given only to those who pursue nobler causes in a very small number of souls."

"Think about the kind of world we're going to create!"

"What we want is freedom, the truth!"

What is most intriguing about Grindelwald is his words, his actions, and his eyes.

His gaze made contact with Queenie, and in the most seductive and pitiful tones, he uttered the words that Queenie had been waiting for.

"It's love."

By the time Queenie comes into contact with those eyes that carry pity for the wizard, she has been pulled into a fantasy of a world called Grindelwald.

"That's a good point, I can't help but applaud him."

Rita was immersed in the world that had been constructed by Grindelwald, and the emotional voice next to her brought her back to her senses.

John pouted, Grindelwald was really a good brainwasher.

"The Aurors are here." John muttered that an Auror was approaching here.

Glancing at Rita next to him, John returned his gaze to the stage.

Rita felt a little strange because John's words were full of sarcasm.

This is not like the tone of a Grindelwald believer.

"The time has come for you to see my prophecy."

"If you don't stand up and resist again, take me back

Where we deserve, that's the consequences."

Hearing his call, Venda held the skull pouch and presented it to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald inhaled deeply through the tube, his eyes rolling up to reveal the whites of his eyes.

He began to exhale.

A large, brightly colored cloak seemed to spread out from between his lips.

John saw that this was not a pirate of his own.

Little thing, I told you so much at the beginning, and you copied me.

The mist that spit out turned into an image.

Striding forward in boots.

Explosions.

People ran with guns raised.

This is war, a demonstration of Muggle power.

There was a loud roar, followed by a terrifying nuclear explosion that lit up the amphitheater.

The power of terror is terrifying, and magic cannot do it.

When Jacob saw this, he said to himself, "We can't fight anymore."

Only as a witness to the war can we understand his feelings.

That's the cruelty of not wanting to experience a second time in a lifetime.

The proud purebloods screamed, and when the illusion vanished, they murmured in fear.

The eyes returned to Grindelwald.

They are even more fanatical.

The end is near, and their savior is Grindelwald.

"That's what we're fighting against! That's the enemy!"

"Their arrogance! Their greed for power and profit! Their barbarism is unreasonable!"

Grindelwald made everyone listen, asking, "How long will it be before they'll turn their weapons on us?"

The anti-numbness sentiment has been mobilized, and now, Grindelwald is one last step away.

The Auror's entry was his last step.

In the midst of anxiety and anticipation, he used a gentle tone to prepare everyone.

"An Auror has slipped into our midst."

Theseus, who had just led the Aurors in, was punctured, and hostility was rife around him.

Grindelwald wanted that, and he generously said, "Come closer, wizard brothers! Join us!"

Dig up the Aurors in front of the Ministry of Magic.

There was laughter and boos.

The Aurors had no choice but to continue to hide their heads.

had to appear in front of everyone.

"What's the use of coming here, this Auror?"

John was speechless, "Not to mention whether these wizards will do anything because of Grindelwald, just say that Grindelwald's followers are enough for this little Auror to drink a pot."

Perhaps the Aurors could scare wizards, but only before they were instigated by Grindelwald.

Now the wizard is in a high mood and asks people to come and send it?

Rita glanced at the wizard next to her, her fiancé was the leader of the Aurors.

"It's time to get over a bit, I don't want Nagini to be swept up."

John was about to go over, but Rita finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "How are you sure you're going to do it?"

"Obviously, if Grindelwald didn't want to exacerbate the conflict, he wouldn't have named the Aurors out." He walked forward, neither salty nor light.

Sure enough, just as Grindelwald describes his ordeal in New York, a red-haired witch raises her wand.

It's not a Imperius curse, and it's not Grindelwald's man.

It's just an impulse after being emotionally stirred up by words.

However, the person who was pointed at by her wand was an Auror who had recently lost a good friend.

Without thinking, he subconsciously fought back with the deadly green light.

"No!"

Grindelwald let out a stop cry, but didn't mean to pull out his wand.

The green light shone, and the witch fell to the ground.

A scream rang out, and Grindelwald went up to pick up the witch and said in a tone of great pity, "Send this young warrior back to her family."

When he was acting

and did not notice a sniff passing past the sole of his shoe.

The goal had been accomplished, and Grindelwald stood there and announced, "Apparition, go."

"Go now and take the news everywhere, it's not that we're looking for violence."

From now on, Grindelwald will let the whole of Europe know that he is the victim.

And the Aurors, the Ministry of Magic, they are violent and brutal, and they kill their own people.

Hearing what he said, the pure-blood wizards used apparition to move away.

Soon the amphitheater was left with Grindelwald and his followers.

Theseus was upset that he was being used as a gun, and he squeezed out his teeth and ordered, "Arrest him."

Grindelwald turned his back to the approaching Aurors, and he took out his wand in the center of the stage and spun in circles.

Blue flame shield to close the exit.

His followers stepped into the protective ring, and the flames did no harm to them.

A wizard hesitated for a moment, and he mustered up the courage to run into the flames, only to be burned to ashes.

"Aurors, join me through the flames and make an unbreakable oath to me, or you will die."

Grindelwald has not forgotten to this day, "Only here can you know freedom, only here do you know yourself."

The Auror Phantasm fled, being stopped by a wall of fire and burned to death.

There are fewer people.

Now, John, who should have been inconspicuous, has become less inconspicuous.

"It's a big gas stove."

He sat on the sidelines and looked at Grindelwald with interest.

Grindelwald also noticed him.

"What about you, my friend, do you want to be my enemy?"

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