Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Saint (), this is what people call Grindelwald followers.

It comes from the classical Latin? Κ? Λουθο ?, the original intent is the meaning of the waiter and follower. Just like its meaning in religion, anyone who upholds and agrees with Grindelwald's philosophy can be called a saint.

Unlike Voldemort's downfall, he almost instantly became a DEATHEATERS like a mouse crossing the street.

In the history of modern magic, Gellert Grindelwald's followers have always been in a very delicate position.

After Grindelwald was knocked down by Dumbledore in 1945, his followers were hardly subject to any liquidation and prosecution. Over time, some of them have even been entrusted by the Ministry of Magic of various countries. They have followed the experience of the first generation of the Dark Lord, and they have been tacitly covered in confidential files.

——This is not difficult to understand. Regardless of Gellert Grindelwald ’s goals and original intentions, what the entire magic world thinks of him. At least the wizards who gathered around him were indeed for freedom. , Truth and love to fight.

It is important to know that the strength gathered based on these three beliefs is much stronger than the empty maintenance of peace and stability between the magic world and the non-magic world, which is why Grindelwald almost successfully overturned the entire magic world. s reason.

In fact, in a sense, Gellert Grindelwald has succeeded.

As the final "winner", the entire international magic world has become the party with the most compromises. In order to quell disputes and wars, they have to revise a large number of legal regulations and social systems.

For example, for the first time, the marriage between the wizard and Muggle was protected and recognized for the first time, such as the tragedy of Meg Mileva and her mother will not be repeated under the new decree; Ensuring that children of non-wizard families can also receive the magic education they deserve, similar to the tragedy of Aurius Dumbledore will not happen again; the status of mixed-blood wizards is recognized, even if only on the surface ...

Humans are easy to satisfy and forgetful. With Grindelwald choosing to imprison himself and all the reasons for confrontation no longer exist, the disputes that swept the world quickly disappeared in less than a year.

Since then, the name of the saint has disappeared in the sight of everyone with the name Gellert Grindelwald, just like the castle of Newmongarde that disappeared in the sight of everyone.

Even so, the magic world still circulates such a legend:

The most loyal saints have never disappeared. They have gathered in a place called "Holy City", waiting quietly for Gellert Grindelwald to call again to complete what they have not yet completed. Great ideal.

However, with the passage of time, it is unclear whether Grindelwald is still alive, this illusory legend is naturally regarded by more and more people as a story that has never existed.

Until this day.

The entire Salzburg was covered with black fabric that fell from the sky.

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Food alley in the old town of Salzburg.

This is the most lively street in the city. The whole street still retains the European architecture style of the Middle Ages of the 16th century. The shops on the street range from cafes and chocolate shops to gold and silver jewelry, bags, shoes and hats. .

Among them, the ordinary business Harnisch tavern is undoubtedly a rather inconspicuous shop.

After all, this small shop run by an old couple is not too attractive to tourists compared to those old brands that have hundreds of thousands of years of experience.

Because of this, many locals are more inclined to hide here to order a glass of wine and read newspapers comfortably, and the pub owner Kurt Meyer will not be like other stores. , From time to time to remind customers to pay to leave.

Of course, no matter where there are shadows, even in the first-class public security environment of Salzburg, it is still inevitable that you will encounter idle idle youths or foreign tourists with bad attitudes.

But basically the local residents knew that all the people who came to the Harnisch tavern did not succeed in the end. It seems that there is some wonderful power secretly protecting this old couple, no matter what happens outside, it will not affect this tavern like a paradise.

Until this day, Mrs. Maier, who was wiping the table by the window sill, suddenly raised her head and looked blankly out of the window. After a full half-minute, she turned her head to look at the bartender husband who was bartending. The voice was a little dry.

"Kurt, look out the window."

"Ok?"

The old man turned his head suspiciously and looked out the window following his wife's guidance.

Wow

For decades, the big hands that had never shivered suddenly shook, the glass in his hand slipped silently, and the impact shattered hard into pieces on the ground.

"Yes, of course. I knew that he would definitely come back." Kurt Maier murmured, stood up and walked quickly to his wife, shaking his hand against the window, looking towards the sky .

An old customer sitting in a bar looked up at the sky in a decent way, and found nothing.

Looking at the two elderly men who were emotional, the man frowned with some worry.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to close the door ahead of time today. Rest assured, I'll ask everyone for your single calculation."

The old man waved his hand in high spirits, and said sorry to the guests in the shop.

"Thanks, there was something to call me." The man glanced at the old man, shrugged, and left the room.

Most of the shop was old customers. After hearing Old Kurt's request, they didn't ask much. They all smiled understandingly, and after a simple hello, they left the Harnisch tavern in twos and threes.

In a short time, only the Maier and his wife remained in the entire store.

"It's a good day today, would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

Kurt Meyer's rickety back suddenly straightened, her face glowed with a strange light of joy, and she took a deep look at her wife.

"Of course." The old woman grinned and the same light flashed in her eyes.

"You know, for this invitation, we waited for a full 46 years."

Kurt Meyer, a German, is good at alchemy. Both he and his wife were former followers of Grindelwald.

Since the disappearance of Newmontgarde Castle, the two who could not find any news have been hiding in the Muggle city nearest to the original location of the castle. While continuing to search for the news, they quietly waited for the day when Grindelwald called again .

And they are not the only saints in this city.

At the three-pronged intersection on the street corner, a wandering entertainer suddenly stopped to play and raised his head to look at the sky with excitement.

At the end of the grain alley, the door of the Bavarian national costume shop suddenly opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged man trembling his hands and stroking the black fabric that enveloped the outer wall of the shop.

At a flower shop next to Mozart Square, the woman took out her wand inserted in the flower bed and carefully wiped it clean.

The streets of the Bishop's Palace ...

Karajan Square ...

Kells Street ...

At the same time, a similar scene was staged in various places throughout the city.

Countless middle-aged and old people who have lived in this city for decades have walked out of the door, gradually converging into a silent flow of people, and walked toward the direction of the Salk hospital above the mountainside.

Gellert Grindelwald ’s message was simple, and as always, it was difficult to refuse:

Protection of Salzburg policemen who are now deployed outside the Salk hospital and belong to the Austrian Federal Police Agency.

-Those young people who grow up under their eyelids and often meet in their daily lives.

...

Snapped.

Snapped.

The unhurried footsteps sounded in the square outside the salk hospital emergency building.

An old man dressed in casual clothes and dressed as an ordinary foreign tourist suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic and the Austrian Federal Police.

"Damn, how did you deploy the cordon, and why would civilians enter this area."

The commander of the Austrian Federal Police Agency directing this counter-terrorism operation turned his head and snarled loudly, spitting stars at the face of the police officer in front of him, which could be regarded as a serious negligence.

"No, I don't know ..."

The poor policeman shook his head helplessly, turned his head and glanced at the old man's trajectory, revealing a bit of confusion, shrank his head, and said cautiously.

"But it looks like he walked in like a big swing from us. It stands to reason that you should have seen ..."

"Fart, so a big living person passing by me, I will not see it !?"

The middle-aged policeman opened his eyes wide and glared fiercely at the young man in front of him. His voice increased by two decibels.

"In short, quickly arrange for someone to rush up and pull back the old guy who was walking."

A glance at the old man who walked leisurely in front of him showed a trace of anxiety on the face of the middle-aged policeman. The group of unidentified "terrorists" entrenched in the hospital had not responded to this, which made him worried.

According to the data, there are at least a dozen medical staff on duty in the building, but until now, the other party has not shown any intention to negotiate, nor has any news of hostage safety come out.

The young police officer nodded and was about to rush forward, suddenly stopped.

"Wait, the group of suspected terrorists seems to be starting to act. Are they talking to the old man?"

...

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

Pope Rozier glanced at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of the building. Although he used a questioning tone, the expression on his face was already nine-pointed.

Such a clever phantom spell, and an understatement of a wide range of confusion spells, it is estimated that only people like Gellert Grindelwald at the top of the magic world can do it.

"The answer is correct. It seems that I am not old enough to be forgotten by everyone."

Grindelwald nodded with a smile, carelessly playing with the wand in his hand, and continued to walk towards the hospital building without any hassle, as if not worried about the group of wizards who raised his wand in front of him.

"Really Grindelwald."

"God, why Grindelwald is here."

"It's over, I don't want to die yet."

Hearing the conversation between the two in front, there was a clear commotion among the group of wizards who had gathered in the lobby of the hospital.

Compared with Voldemort, who is terrifying on the other side, whether it is in Austria, Germany, France ... The most widely spread stories in the magic world of these countries are always about Gellert · Those legends of Grindelwald.

Not to mention, for these young wizards who have not personally experienced Grindelwald ’s reign, the personally processed stories from their parents are more deterrent and oppressive.

Because of this, after realizing that they are going to face Grindelwald, the morale of most wizards present has been reduced to freezing point, plus the phantom lock that has never been encountered, and only exists in legends The large-scale city-level magic in the story ...

If it was not because of being surrounded by Muggle police in the hospital, at least more than half of the wizards have been sneaking away-you know, most of them are not professional Aurors, and the most commonly handled situation is that Some restless shamans only.

No, you have to do something.

Looking around, the wizards who had begun to fall into panic, the blonde short-haired witch settled in her eyes, looked at the old Grindelwald with a complicated look, pulled out her wand, and gritted her teeth to the door of the building.

"No matter what you want to do, close it as soon as possible. Although you can fight more than fifty Aurors alone when you are young, it does not mean that today you can easily defeat more than twenty wizards. "

"Yes, your wording is accurate. It's not really that easy. Maybe it will take at least a few more minutes?"

Grindelwald glanced ridiculously at the strong, calm witch in front of him, and shook his head helplessly—these young men sitting in the office were far behind those Aurors.

Hell, what am I talking about?

As soon as the words were spoken, Pope Rozier felt that the surrounding atmosphere became more and more frustrated, and he could not beat, but could not escape, and a desperate atmosphere began to spread among the crowd.

Seeing the joke in Gellert Grindelwald's eyes, the witch took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"With such a great deal, Mr. Albus Dumbledore must have heard the news at the moment. I think maybe he is on his way now, rather than here ..."

"Well, I hope so."

Gellert Grindelwald nodded frankly, showing a smile that Rozier seemed fearless and spread his hands.

"Sorry, in fact, one of my main goals is to inform Albus to come over as soon as possible. The more I have known my friends for many years, the less I should be to indulge in lateness and temporary pigeon release.

"As for another thing ..."

Grindelwald paused for a few moments, then stepped closer, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, slowly sweeping over the wizards in front of him, with a slight smile.

"Who knows, where is the lucky little guy named Rodris, now?"

"Don't think about it! We won't betray ..." a witch standing behind Pope Rozier said angrily. In this increasingly oppressive atmosphere, he could only make a little bit of it by shouting like this Vent your emotions.

"Huh? Was it originally in the suburbs outside the city?"

Before the wizard finished, Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you."

After getting the information he wanted, the old man didn't hesitate anymore, and turned to be unattended and was about to leave.

"Stop! Don't you want to run!" The wizard raised his wand and shouted loudly.

In front of Grindelwald, a wall of white light blocked his way.

After a moment of thought, Grindelworth flashed a sardonic and irritated expression on his face, turned and waved his wand gently.

Without any magic light or spell sound, the wizard seemed to be suddenly hit by a great force, and he flew out in amazement. All the wizards subconsciously hid, and Grindelwald's enchanted counterattack did not appear.

Grindelwald raised his wand and glanced at the wizards in front of her, and shook her head in disappointment.

"Listen, little guys, I am not in a good mood right now. If you feel energetic and unable to vent, I suggest you choose some opponents that are prepared for you in advance."

"opponent?"

Pope Rozier frowned and pointed dismissively at the Austrian Federal Police Office surrounding the Salk hospital. "You really think what these Muggles and the weapons in their hands can do to the wizard ..."

The voice hadn't fallen yet, and the witch looked in shock at the mountain road outside the cordon.

Dozens, oh no, at least hundreds of middle-aged and elderly people with different costumes are following the black fabric guidelines floating on the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ slowly approaching toward the hospital, and further away The intermittent flow of people is still pouring from all corners of the city.

There is nothing wrong with the legend circulating in the magic world. The city where the saints lived in seclusion has always existed, and its existence was even earlier than most people imagined.

"Relax, they are just the caregivers of this duel. In order to ensure that you will not hurt the Muggle children who are performing their duties without losing their emotions. Of course, the premise is that you don't take the initiative to attack them."

Grindelwald shrugged, turned to look at the dense crowd, and the brightly lit Salzburg in the distance, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, his arms wide open.

"You may have some misunderstandings. From the moment you came here, there was only one opponent-this city."

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