"who are you?"

In the outskirts of Salzburg, seven or eight wizards gathered together, holding their wands tightly, their backs soaked with sweat, and each of them had a look of bewilderment and genuine fear on their faces - around them

, dozens of wizards from the Austrian Ministry of Magic were already lying around.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is, is your name Rodris?"

"Why are you looking for Rodrius..."

A wizard swallowed, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly.

They were all wizards who were temporarily transferred from the Austrian Ministry of Magic and came to support them after receiving the warning from Pope Rozier and discovering that there was magic suspected to be Grindelwald's summoning of believers in Salzburg.

However, just as they were still debating whether to go into the city to rescue Rozier and the others, or wait for the support from the international magic community to arrive, an old wizard suddenly appeared in front of them, fighting against all the enemies one by one, effortlessly.

The wizards present were defeated one by one.

Before this, they had never believed that there really existed people who could be surrounded by more than thirty wizards and knock down everyone one by one without any delay. All the spells were blocked by the old man one by one.

As time goes by, a name that has disappeared for almost half a century reappears in everyone's hearts.

"Okay, wrong answer. I've already said the reason. He bullied my child."

Grindelwald carefully studied the wizard in front of him for a moment, shook his head regretfully, and slowly raised his wand.

"Wait a minute. I am Rodris. If you want revenge, just say so. Please don't use that ridiculous excuse to humiliate..."

Rodres, whose windbreaker was torn and still looking a little pale, walked out of the crowd, looked at the old man in front of him, took a deep breath, and was about to say a few tough words to embolden him.

"Everything is forgotten."

A white light flashed, and the wizard's eyes were blank for a while, and he looked ahead without focusing.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and looked around at the young wizards who were facing an enemy. The old man put down his wand with a calm expression.

"Before leaving, I want to tell you an experience from an older person. Learn to compromise, and don't always put yourself in the position of justice - the city behind is for you kids who are not too clear-headed.

Say, it’s a little too dangerous now.”

After saying that, Grindelwald nodded to everyone elegantly like an old gentleman, put away his wand, and turned around to leave as if no one else was around, just as when he came, not worried about the magic spell coming from behind.

"Wait a minute, what did you do to Director Rozier and the others?! What on earth do you want to do?!"

Looking at the old man's back, a wizard couldn't help shouting.

Rozier?

Hearing this familiar last name, Grindelwald paused, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Don't worry, in my opinion, that little Ms. Rozier is a smart person, and she will choose the safest path. As for what I want to do..."

Grindelwald waved his hand behind his back and started walking again, "I am protecting the future of this world, just like what I have been doing all my life - for the greater good."

"Wait, you are indeed..."

Hearing that familiar declaration, the wizards at the rear suddenly opened their eyes, and watched the old man's figure disappear before their eyes. Their bodies relaxed, and they all showed expressions of surviving after a disaster.

"Hell, why didn't anyone tell me before I came... that I needed to fight Grindelwald?"

"It really is him. He is actually still alive. He must be at least over a hundred years old now."

"I can't believe it, we defeated Grindelwald head-on, hahahaha. Just wait, wait for me..."

"Oops, Milhouse is scared and confused. Someone help me hold him down."

…

At the same time, London, England.

British Ministry of Magic, Office of the Minister.

A heated argument and discussion has been going on for a whole day.

"I emphasize once again that this is behavior that violates the bottom line and is a naked division!"

Douglas, from the Gringotts Venture Capital Department, tapped the documents on the table with his cane. The middle-aged elf had a terrifying light in his eyes and a ferocious look on his face.

The entire office is clearly divided into three sides.

The side with the largest number of people are the current Minister of Magic Fudge, Senior Deputy Minister of Magic Umbridge, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones and others.

Senior officials from the British Ministry of Magic.

On the other side are the aggressive goblins of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, led by Douglas and Leos.

And between the two, at the edge of the discussion, are the special advisers composed of Albus Dumbledore, Gsilda Marchbain and other members of the Wizengamot (the highest court in the wizarding world).

group.

"Sorry, I still don't quite understand."

Cornelius Fudge frowned, flipped through the dizzying pile of documents in front of him filled with various data and reports, and gave up the idea of ​​sorting out the information, "As far as I know

, the investment behavior of Gringotts Wizarding Bank has always been impartial and neutral. From your description, I don’t feel any problem."

"No problem? Stupid wizard, how many times do you have to tell me to understand! This is war!"

Douglas slammed the table angrily and poked the report on the table with his long, sharp fingers.

"The Gringotts goblins of the North American branch have announced that they will break away from the original Gringotts system and conduct separate financial settlements. According to the report, a large amount of funds from unknown sources are pouring into the Soviet market, wanting to short the ruble. The entire

The ruble-gallon-sterling system is already standing on the edge of a precarious cliff."

"To put it simply, those traitors are now standing against all of us. Once they succeed, the Muggle rubles exchanged by your Ministry of Magic for using the stored gold galleons in the past week may shrink by at least three percent.

More than two-thirds of the value. And our Gringotts branch in the Soviet Union has suffered an unprecedented run."

"Also, let me add something."

The old goblin elder Leos of Gringotts gently patted Douglas on the shoulder and threw out a stack of photos.

In the photo, several well-dressed and fashionable wizards were shaking hands and chatting with several goblins. When they saw the faces of the wizards in the photo, Fudge and Crouch suddenly exchanged their eyes. This was...

"As far as we know, the Magical Congress of the United States has joined forces with those traitors. If everyone here does not respond, after eating up the resources of the entire Soviet magical community and the Soviet non-magical community, it will be the next one

We are."

Leos looked around at the wizards present, "Gentlemen, this is not a war limited to European goblins and American goblins. If because of you standing by and watching, we will end up being pulled by those traitors.

Puppet. Then, when they target the European wizarding world and lose the support of local Gringotts, it will be a one-sided massacre."

"That makes sense. However, I think you are exaggerating a bit. Mr. Dumbledore, what do you think?"

Cornelius Fudge opened his mouth, thought for a moment, turned his head, and looked at the white-haired old man who had been silent.

Following Fudge's actions, everyone present turned their attention to Dumbledore, waiting for the old man to make his final decision.

"I don't think there is much controversy on this issue. War is always something we try to avoid..."

Dumbledore clasped his slender fingers together, placed them gently on the wooden table, and said calmly and seriously.

boom!

At this moment, the office door was suddenly opened violently with a magic spell.

"Everyone, we are in big trouble, a first-level important incident!"

A middle-aged wizard who looked vigorous and resolute put away his wand and strode into the office.

He looked like an old lion, with streaks of gray mixed in his tawny hair and thick eyebrows. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp eyes, making people immediately feel that he was a sharp and tough guy.

"Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour! I remember I said before that this is an extremely important meeting, related to a possible war! Therefore, as long as it is not the end of the world, don't disturb us! We don't have time now

Dealing with small things where individual dark wizards harm people."

Cornelius Fudge glanced at the office door that was forcibly blown open by the curse, frowned heavily, and turned to look at Amelia Bones (currently the Department of Magical Law Enforcement) who also looked a little unhappy.

Director), "Bones, your management style may need to be strengthened."

The wizard who broke into the office was named Rufus Scrimgeour. He was the director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, which was affiliated with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He was an upright but extremely tough senior Auror.

"Mr. Rufus, now is not the appropriate time to discuss the work of Aurors. Please get out." Amelia Bones said coldly, "Our discussion will determine whether a goblin war will break out. War.

, on the verge of breaking out.”

"Sorry, I just chose what I think is the most correct way at the moment. Because if we don't take action, a war in the wizarding world may break out first."

Rufus Scrimgeour glanced at Cornelius Fudge and Amelia Bones without timidity, nodded respectfully, and then quickly turned his head to look at Albus Dumble in the center of the crowd.

Li Duo, his tone was particularly solemn.

"The Austrian Ministry of Magic sent a message asking for help. Gellert Grindelwald escaped from prison. Not only that, but his signature war magic of summoning saints appeared in the Muggle city, and he also used magic to blockade the entire Salzburg.

Castle - According to current statistics, a total of more than 70 wizards, including Ms. Pope Rozier, Director of the Austrian [Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters], have lost contact."

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Gu~Chapter 1~

It’s also a small chapter~

Hold on, old carrot, be strong, the magic world is counting on you to deal with those lovely and charming Demon Kings.
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