Chapter 932: We are wizards, people who master magic miracles!

Listening to Conor’s account, Ivan doesn’t know what to say. North America and the International Federation of Wizards can mobilize thousands of wizards. It is also an official force, and it has been repeatedly in the hands of Grindelwald. It's deflated, and I haven't even been able to find out any important news. This is really wasteful.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

Probably seeing Ivan's thoughts, Conor hurriedly explained. "Of course, we are not without gain... One of the informants sent by the League of Nations to France has a very important memory."

"Do you have a meditation basin? I think you need to take a look..." Conor took out a small glass bottle from the pocket of the wizard's robe and said very solemnly.

"You don't need a meditation basin. Give me things." Ivan reached out and took the glass bottle, unscrewing the cork at will, and a wisp of milky white mist drifted out.

"Memory reappears..." Ivan drew out his wand and waved it. The milky white mist was instantly exploded, and dots of fluorescence drifted away in all directions. The empty office turned into a solemn and solemn one in just a few seconds. The auditorium.

Ivan looked around and found that the place was crowded with wizards. It is roughly estimated that there were about four to five hundred people. What is strange is that these people are either pure blood wearing expensive costumes or poor wizards with withered faces.

The two groups of people who are so distinct are now recorded together in this auditorium, they looked worried or excited, as if they were waiting for something...

According to Conor’s previous tips, Ivan could think with his feet that they were waiting for Grindelwald...

"Have the followers of Grindelwald grown to such a scale?" Ivan turned his head and looked at Conor, who asked in surprise.

"No, according to our investigation, many people have been coaxed to come here." Conor shook his head.

"Even if only half of the people take orders from Grindelwald, that's enough!" Ivan cast a glance at Conor in dissatisfaction, and said sarcastically. "I am a little curious, how did he develop such a powerful force under your siege?"

"The dark demon who provoked the wizarding war?" Someone suddenly exclaimed, and the solemn auditorium once again appeared in small-scale chaos.

But soon someone questioned Grindelwald's words. "It's impossible. Grindelwald is a wizard of the last century. He is probably over a hundred years old this year. I saw his picture in the European Times. It was obviously..."

"It looks like an old and dying, right?" Grindelwald took the conversation and continued to speak. "So what you have seen in the past may not be the truth. It is also possible that it is false and carefully fabricated, just like those unfounded rumors!"

"I also read the European Times. It called me the murderer and the Dark Lord, and planted countless evils on my head. As the victors of the last Wizarding War, they certainly have arbitrary arrangements. The rights of the defeated..."

"But I am standing here today to hold this rally, and I am not trying to defend those baseless smears. I only intend to clarify one point. What I did fifty years ago was just to help the wizards... I seek a future!"

Grindelwald’s very magnetic voice reverberated in the auditorium, and seemed to have some magical power echoed in the minds of everyone in the audience.

"My friends, we all have the same identity, that is, a wizard! A group of people with extraordinary talents and masters of magical miracles!"

"You only need to wave a magic wand to change the form of matter, and let everything in the world change according to your and my will-this is the gift and right that God bestows on wizards!"

"However, we, who have such miracles, are toiled for some trivial things every day. We are forced to hide in the corners of this world, imprisoning ourselves in cages called the magic world one after another, even for this. Give up the right to freely cast the law..."

The wizards present whispered and whispered to each other, while Grindelwald continued to speak.

"Some people might say that this is to protect Muggles. Yes, what a high-sounding reason. We all know that the magical world has a law called the "Muggle Protection Act"! But those who appointed the law probably forgot. Why did our ancestors create the magical world, a paradise exclusively for wizards..."