The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Nurmengard.

Hundreds of saints have gathered in the square, and the number is still increasing.

Although there are many people, it does not seem very noisy. Except for the occasional whispers, most people are waiting quietly.

Waiting for the young man who will decide the future fate of the saints.

"The number of people is almost there, and there are many Aurors. Agus, are you sure you don't want to meet your adoptive father first?"

Hearing the words of the old man behind him, Agus smiled slightly.

"Uncle Abernethy, the test has begun since I stepped into Nurmengard."

"But..."

"Let's go, it's time to meet your old friend!"

With the waving of the wand, the gate of the castle slowly opened.

Vita said nothing and followed Agus silently.

Abernethy was obviously a little worried about Agus. He looked into the castle, took a deep breath and chose to follow.

Seeing Agus's appearance, the voice of the saint slowly fell silent.

Compared to the roaring crowd when Grindelwald appeared, everyone's expressions were too cold, and even a few old men showed a hint of impatience on their faces.

"Director, should we take him down now?"

A young Auror asked the middle-aged man beside him softly, and the middle-aged man shook his head.

"Don't worry, let's see what happens first."

"Don't forget, this is Nurmengard! If the one in the tower is provoked, no one can handle it."

"He's just a brat, only eleven years old, what can he do?" Another yellow-haired Auror who looked no more than twenty years old sneered disdainfully.

"I think Grindelwald is just old and confused, and he actually let a brat who was just about to go to school inherit the saint!"

"I hope so!" The middle-aged man looked solemnly at the center of the square.

In the square, Argus walked to the center with firm steps, brushed his wand across his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming today."

"Over the past few decades, we have been displaced, we have been hiding from place to place, we have lost many friends, many companions, and many comrades."

"The Saints can come to this day, it is inseparable from your efforts and protection."

"I am here, thank you all!"

Agus bowed deeply, his eyes swept around, recalling the mighty scene of the Saints in those days, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The once prominent witch party now has only a few hundred people left.

Among them, there are also a large number of old, weak and disabled people.

But he was not frustrated by this. After a brief pause, he continued to speak.

"I know why you came here, and I know your dreams, your persistence, and your desires."

"Many people say that we are mistakes and sinners, and we have messed up this wizarding world."

"Nonsense!"

"They are just a bunch of idiots"

There was a shouting and cursing in the crowd, and it seemed that they were very dissatisfied with this.

Agus waved his hand gently, and with his movement, the voices of the crowd gradually dissipated.

"Back then, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald warned the wizarding world, but in return he was imprisoned for decades. Many people think that as an adopted son, I should hate them and be irreconcilable with them."

"But the fact is just the opposite. I don't hate them, not at all."

"In fact, if they want, I hope to coexist peacefully with them."

"We are not fighting for hatred, and they just have different ideas from us."

"That's all."

A large number of old people in the square have participated in the rally at Père Lachaise Cemetery that year.

I still remember Grindelwald's demeanor!

Looking at the confident and elegant young man in front of them, everyone seemed to see the figure of that year again.

The figure that made them follow him at all costs and swear to death.

"Grindelwald..."

An old man seemed to have an illusion, mistakenly thinking that it was Gellert Grindelwald himself on the stage, and walked towards the stage trembling.

"Wake up, Rawl!" The person next to him grabbed him and shook his body hard to wake him up.

All of this was seen by Argus on the stage.

He looked at Vita Rosier, who nodded and handed him a skull-shaped pipe.

"I don't have the same strong prophetic ability as my father, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, but I can still present things in reality to you."

Argus took a deep breath and exhaled.

A huge smoke enveloped the entire square, and the hazy smoke depicted a torrent of steel.

Tanks, planes, missiles!

The explosion of a mushroom bomb made everyone's scalp tingle.

They couldn't imagine that Muggles with no magical ability could gain such a strong destructive power with the so-called technology.

Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in existence, might be comparable to him, but what about ordinary wizards like them!

What can they use to resist?

But what Argus wants to show is far from over. The scene changes, and spacecraft, satellites, and various high-tech equipment emerge in an endless stream.

Through the satellite perspective, a blue planet suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The picture was looking down and falling rapidly towards a certain part of the planet.

The sky, the ocean, the island... until they saw themselves in the picture!

The smoke slowly dissipated, and the picture stopped abruptly.

"Facts speak louder than words." Agus's voice woke everyone up from shock.

"The power of Muggles is no longer as weak as we imagined. My father's prophecy was correct, and the choices made by everyone present were not wrong."

"The truth is only in the hands of a few people,"

"It's not us who are wrong, it's the world!"

Pa pa pa!

Applause broke out at the scene and gradually became warmer. Many old people who followed Grindelwald in the past had tears in their eyes when they heard what Argus said.

Years of sadness and grievances burst out at this moment.

They were once passionate young people full of hope and dreams, but decades of hardships and blows made them extremely doubt whether their decision was correct.

Now, they finally got the answer! Finally, someone told them clearly that their choice was not wrong!

They are forerunners and leaders!

All sacrifices are for the future of the wizarding world!

Argus showed an unprecedented confident smile and looked around.

"We don't have much time left. The muzzles of the Muggles are about to point their guns at the wizarding world!"

"I would like to ask everyone present, are you willing to continue to cover up your crimes like the Ministry of Magic!"

"No."

"No!"

There were sparse replies from the crowd.

"Are you willing to put your lives in the hands of Muggles!"

"No!"

The voices of the replies were obviously much louder this time, and most people had clenched their fists tightly.

"Are you willing to let your friends and relatives become slaves under the feet of Muggles!"

"No! No!"

Unprecedented shouts rang out from the crowd, and even a young Auror was among them.

The middle-aged man leading the team glared at him fiercely when he heard the voice, and the young Auror seemed to react and lowered his head in disappointment.

But the next second, countless voices came from behind the middle-aged man!

"No! No! No!"

Countless people shouted like a tsunami, looking at Argus in the center of the square with fanaticism!

A large number of old people were in tears, but they couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts, crying and laughing.

They were originally desperate, but now they burst into passion again.

The new leader of the Saints has arrived!

Argus raised his hand, and the noisy square became quiet immediately.

"After today, many people will die. If one day you see my body, don't mourn, don't regret, pick up your wand and continue fighting!"

"We are shouldering the great mission of saving the magic world!"

"Everything, for the greater good!"

"For the greater good!"

The saints present fell into madness, constantly shouting the slogan set by Grindelwald.

Even some old men in their seventies and eighties, their faces flushed like young people in their twenties.

"Rocas, are we...are we really wrong?"

In the distance, a middle-aged Auror fell into deep self-doubt.

Unconsciously, the wand in his hand was quietly put down.

"Wake up! Nice!" The Auror Director held Nice's shoulders and shook him continuously.

"Rocas... he's right, we have the same identity, the same goal..."

"No, no, no... calm down... calm down!"

"He deserves our following..."

"Nice, are you crazy? Pay attention to your identity, you are an Auror!"

The Auror Director couldn't believe it and stared at the middle-aged Auror!

"I am an Auror, but I am also a member of the wizarding world!"

The middle-aged Auror turned around and walked towards Agus on the stage.

Like a pilgrimage!

"Nice, you forced me to do this!"

The Auror Director clenched the wand in his hand.

The veins on his palm were faintly protruding due to excessive force!

"Avada Kedavra!"