Chapter 536 Comeback Declaration

After a brief silence, the venue became noisy again, as if a basin of cold water was poured into a boiling oil pan.

"Grindelwald escaped from prison?! Why did he choose this time?" A representative stood up suddenly, his face pale, with undisguised fear in his voice.

"Merlin! Is the wizarding world going to have two Dark Lords at the same time?"

"Don't worry too much," a young representative waved his hand dismissively, his tone full of contempt, "You are so scared by Grindelwald. He is over a hundred years old, just an old man who is about to die. After years of imprisonment, his body must be very weak."

"That makes sense," another young representative immediately affirmed. "Even if he escapes from prison, how much trouble can he cause? After so many years, I don't believe there are many Saints who will obey him. So the focus now is still on the You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters."

"Bullshit!" an old wizard retorted loudly, "You youngsters know nothing. That's Grindelwald. I bet that countless remnants of the Saints have gone to find him. Compared with Grindelwald's Saints, the Death Eaters of the You-Know-Who are like rookies who have never been on the battlefield. So Grindelwald is our biggest enemy."

"How did the Austrian Ministry of Magic guard Nurmengard?!" The American representative's face turned red and he slammed the table angrily. "After so many years, he was still able to escape! This is simply a shame for the wizarding world!"

"What does it have to do with us?" The Austrian representative argued. "Everyone knows how Grindelwald entered Nurmengard. He was disheartened and imprisoned himself in Nurmengard. If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him. He was fine for so many years, who knows why he suddenly came out."

"Stop arguing! This is just news from the staff. We are in a meeting and don't know anything," a young wizard shouted anxiously, "Check the news first! Find out what is going on now."

For a moment, the conference hall was in chaos. The delegates were talking at once. The voices of fear, anger, and calm analysis were mixed together. The entire hall was like a blasting spell that was about to get out of control and could explode completely at any time.

Akinbade stood on the podium, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, and felt a splitting headache.

People's hearts are too scattered and the team is difficult to lead. The magic world will be in complete chaos.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his aching temples, and then waved to the staff: "Turn on the magic TV."

The huge magic screen lit up instantly, and the picture slowly appeared. The entire venue instantly fell into deathly silence, followed by the sound of people gasping for breath.

Li Huo!

In the picture, two balls of blazing fire shot straight into the sky, like two roaring devilish dragons, biting and entangled madly in the air.

Although the camera was still far away from the battlefield, everyone could still clearly feel the devastating heat through the screen; even the air in front of the screen seemed to become hot.

At the same time, the reporter's excited and hurried voice came from the screen, reporting quickly like a string of cannonballs:

"Dear viewers, Swan Media is broadcasting an exclusive live broadcast for you. Our reporters are risking their lives to pass on first-hand intelligence."

"Just now! The first generation Dark Lord Grindelwald officially returned and called on saints from all over the world to counterattack Gringotts, expel the Death Eaters, and protect everyone's property and safety."

"Faced with the provocation, the second generation Dark Lord responded strongly and personally descended on the battlefield to stage a peak showdown. What everyone is seeing now is the scene of the two men fighting with fierce fire."

In the picture, Grindelwald stood in the flames, his figure was upright, his robes fluttering, and his silver hair looked like burning platinum in the light of the fire. When he raised his hand, the blue flames roared and rolled like a ferocious beast obeying his command, heading straight for Voldemort.

On the other side, Voldemort's black robe rustled, and his pale snake face was full of bloodthirstiness. His Fiendfyre kept changing, entangled with Grindelwald's flames, forming a terrifying firestorm.

The reporter's voice became more and more excited: "It's amazing, it's really amazing! The Dark Lord is still strong and powerful, and his style is still the same as before. Everyone can see that in the fierce fire battle, the Dark Lord has the upper hand."

"Even though we were hundreds of meters apart, we could still feel the scorching air coming towards us! In front of the camera, our cameraman's hair was already slightly scorched, and the air was filled with a burnt smell—"

Before he finished speaking, the reporter's expression suddenly changed. He pressed his hands on the magic headphones on his ears, as if listening to some sudden news.

After a brief silence, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes showing shock and disbelief, and his voice even trembled:

"Dear audience, the latest news is that during the war between the two, the Saints responded to Grindelwald's call and swept in again. As of now, Gringotts in France, Germany, Austria, Poland, Sweden and other countries have fallen into the hands of the Saints again. Saints in other countries are also gradually taking back Gringotts."

"In this battle between the two major forces that swept the world, the Death Eaters were defeated and fled. After occupying Gringotts in various countries, the Saints did not act recklessly, but only firmly guarded the order there. As for future developments, our reporter will follow up for you."

"Merlin!" the reporter suddenly exclaimed, "Look, the battle between the two Dark Lords is over, the mysterious man has disappeared, and only Grindelwald is left at the scene."

In the picture, Grindelwald waved his wand, extinguished the still burning Fiendfyre, and then used Apparition to appear directly in front of the camera.

The reporter was startled, but he did not run away. Instead, he bravely began to interview the most feared person in the wizarding world.

Grindelwald stood quietly on the screen. He was wearing a well-tailored black robe and his silver hair was slightly shining in the sun.

Time has left deep marks on his face, with gray hair on his temples and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his ice-blue eyes are still sharp as if they can see through everything.

He looked straight into the camera, his eyes as deep as the windless ocean.

"Everyone, there is no need to panic. I left Nurmengard not to reignite the war, but to fulfill my oath of protection."

"Ministries of Magic of all countries, since you are unable to protect the safety of the masses, let me do it. With me and the Saints here, no one can cause chaos in the wizarding world!"