Chapter 201 The War 1 Is On The Brink

"Who are you?"

Near the outskirts of Salzburg, seven or eight wizards intertwined their wands, sweat soaking their backs. The faces of all were overwhelmed by confusion and genuine fear. Alongside them lay dozens of wizards from the Austrian Ministry of Magic on the ground.

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

"Why are you looking for Rodris...?"

A witch swallowed hard and her wand trembled slightly.

They all received a warning from Pope Rozier, and after discovering suspicious magic in Grindelwald summoning believers in Salzburg, they were temporarily transferred from the Austrian Ministry of Magic to support the wizard.

However, while they were still debating whether to enter the city to rescue Rozier and the others, or wait for the arrival of international magical support, an old wizard suddenly appeared before them, effortlessly taking down the present wizards one by one.

Before that, they never believed that there really were people who could be defeated one by one under the siege of more than thirty wizards. All the spells were blocked by the old man one by one. With the passage of time, a name that had vanished almost half a century ago reappeared in everyone's mind.

"Okay, wrong answer. I've already said, he disturbed my children."

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

"Wait. I am Rodris. I want to retaliate and clarify, please do not use such a ridiculous excuse to humiliate..."

The overcoat was torn, and Rodris, who was still pale, emerged from the crowd, looking at the old man in front of him, took a deep breath, and was about to say some brave words.

"Everything has been forgotten."

A white light flashed, the wizard's eyes went blank, and his gaze lost focus and stared straight ahead.

Grindelwald arched his eyebrows and looked around at the enemies of the young wizards. The old man lowered his wand calmly.

"Before I go, I want to impart an experience from the elders. Learn to compromise, and do not always put yourselves in a position of righteousness - the city behind you is coming towards you, those who are not too aware. Decide, it's a bit dangerous now."

After speaking, Grindelwald elegantly nodded to the crowd like an elder, put away his wand, and walked away, unconcerned about the spell coming from behind.

"Wait, what's wrong with you, Chief Rozil?! What the hell do you want to do?"

Watching the back of the old man, a wizard woke up noisily.


Upon hearing this familiar surname, Grindelwald halted, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

"Calm down, in my opinion, young Rozier is a smart person, he will choose the safest path. As for what I want to do..."

Grindelwald waved his hands behind his back and took a new step. "I am protecting the future of this world, as I have been doing all my life - for the greater good."

"Wait, you really are..."

Upon hearing the familiar declaration, the wizards in the rear abruptly opened their eyes and watched the figure of the old man disappear in front of them, their bodies relaxed, and relief showed on their faces.

"Damn, why didn't anyone tell me before coming... Do I have to fight against Grindelwald?"

"He really is him. Still alive. He must be at least a hundred years old now."

"I can't believe we have repelled Grindelwald head-on, hahaha."

"Oops, Millhouse was scared. Who will help me contain him?"


At the same time, in London, England.

British Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office.

Intense conflict and discussion have been happening for a whole day.

"I emphasize again, this is a violation of the baseline, a naked division!"

Douglas from the risk capital department of Gu Ling Ge hit the file on the desk with his cane. The middle-aged goblin had a terrifying light in his eyes, and his face was full of regret.

The office is divided into three factions.

The side with the most people is the current Minister of Magic Fudge, Umbridge, the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Batty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Amelia Burns, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Senior officials of the British Ministry of Magic.

On the other hand are the fierce goblins of the Gulinge Wizard Bank led by Douglas and Leos.

And in between the two, on the edge of the whirlwind of the discussion, is a special advisor composed of Albus Dumbledore, Gesirda Machiban, and other members of Wisengama (the highest court of the magical world).

"I'm sorry, I still don't understand too much."

Connelly Fudge frowned, glanced at the dizzying stack of data and reports in front of him, and gave up on the idea of analyzing the information from the data, "As far as I know, the investment behavior of the Gulinge Wizard Bank has always been an impartial and neutral team. From your description, I don't see any problem."

"No problem? Stupid wizard, what do you want me to tell you several times before you understand?! This is a war!"

Douglas slammed the table in anger, and his long, pointed fingers pushed the report across the table.

"Those elves from the North American branch of Goulege have announced that they will break away from the old Goulege system and carry out a separate financial settlement. According to the report, a large amount of funds from unknown sources are flooding the Soviet market and they want to bet against the ruble. The ruble-Kingalon-Sterling system is already on the brink of a dangerous precipice."

"In short, the group of traitors is now in opposition to all of us. Once they succeed this week, the muggle rubles exchanged by their Ministry of Magic for the stored golden gallon could decrease by at least three more than two hundredths of their value. Our Guling Pavilion, located in the Soviet Union, was hit by an unprecedented impact."

"Also, I add a sentence."

The elderly Leos, the elder Elder Gulingge, gave Douglas a pat on the shoulder, throwing a stack of photos.

In the photo, several well-dressed wizards are shaking hands with some goblins, and upon seeing the wizard's face in the photo, Fudge and Crouch suddenly exchanged glances, this is...

"As far as we know, the Magical Congress of the United States has allied with those traitors. If no one in this room reacts, after exhausting the resources of the entire Soviet magical and non-magical world, it will be up to us."

Leos looked at the wizards present there, "Gentlemen, this is not a war limited to European and American fairies. If you stand idly by, you will end up being puppets of the traitors. So, when they target the European magical world, losing the support of the native Pabellón Gu Ling, it will be a unilateral slaughter."

"It makes sense. But I think you consider it a bit exaggerated. What do you think, Mr. Dumbledore?"

Cornelius Fudge opened his mouth, thought of changing position, and looked towards the white-haired elder who had never spoken.

With Fudge's actions, everyone in the scene turned their attention to Dumbledore, waiting for the elder to make a final decision.

"I don't think there's much controversy on this matter, war is always the best way to prevent..."

Dumbledore elegantly intertwined his fingers, gently placed them on the wooden table, and spoke calmly and solemnly.


At that moment, the office door suddenly burst open with a curse.

"Everyone, we are in serious trouble, a very important level one event!"

A middle-aged wizard with a fierce and vigorous look stored his wand and strode into the office.

He had life in him like an old lion. His dark brown hair and thick eyebrows were covered with a hint of gray. Behind the golden-framed glasses hid piercing eyes that immediately denoted that he was sharp and tough.

"Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour! I recall stating earlier that this is an extremely important meeting, concerning a possible war! Therefore, unless it's the end of the world, do not bother us! We don't have time to deal with individual dark wizards' petty issues right now."

Cornelius Fudge looked at the office door violently shattered by the curse, frowned intensely, and turned to Amelia Bones (currently Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement), "Bones, perhaps your management style needs strengthening."

The wizard who burst into the office was Rufus Scrimgeour. He was the director of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office under the [Department of Magical Law Enforcement]. He was a straight but extremely tough senior Auror.

"Mr. Rufus, this is not the right time to discuss the Aurors' work. Please leave," said Amelia Bones coldly. "Our discussion will determine whether a goblin war erupts. War, at the push of a button."

"I'm sorry ~ ~ I chose what I believe is the most correct way at this time. If no action is taken, a war in the magical world might erupt first."

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at Cornelius Fudge and Amelia Bones fearlessly, nodded respectfully, and then quickly turned his head to look at Albus Dumbledore in the midst of the crowd, with a particularly solemn tone.

"The Austrian Ministry of Magic sent a distress message and Gellert Grindelwald escaped. Not only that, his emblematic war magic of summoning saints appeared in the muggle city, and at the same time everything was blocked with magic. According to current statistics, including Mrs. Pope Rozier, director of the Austrian Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, more than 70 wizards have lost contact."