The Strongest Dark Lord

"Vinda Rosier, what have you summoned us for?"

The acolyte just ignored Lucas and asked Vinda directly.

"Lucas has something to say to everyone, Lucas?"

Lucas stood on the wooden platform and bowed slightly and said.

"Uncles, Aunts, friends, thank you for answering the call today."

Looking around, the once powerful Alliance, now there are only a few hundred people left.

In contrast with the Death Eaters led by the noseless wraith.

The condition of the Acolytes is still quite good.

With Lucas speaking, the place gradually became quiet. He took two steps forward and continued.

"In the past few decades, we have made new friends and there are still many old friends who haven't left. We have been hiding, but we have not forgotten our identities."

"I know why you responded to the call today, and I know what you long for and what you are insisting on. Decades ago, my father, Gellert Grindelwald, revealed his prophecy to everyone, and it turns out that his prophecy was not wrong."

Some elderly people at the scene had participated in the rally at the Père Lachaise Cemetery.

They still remember Grindelwald's prophecy well. Looking at the young man in high spirits on the stage everyone seemed to have returned to 1927, to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery.

And standing on the stage seemed to be Gellert Grindelwald himself.

Lucas didn't know that the old guys in the audience would think so much.

He looked around the crowd and said again: "Looking at the decay and unbearableness of the magic world today, as well as our ever-compressed living space, it seems to prove my father's idea again."

"Grindelwald!"

"Grindelwald!"

"..."

Listening to the tsunami-like shouts from the audience, Lucas raised his hands in gesture but everyone seemed to be immersed in Grindelwald's past glory.

They chanted Grindelwald's name with no intention of stopping.

Vinda Rosier swung her wand and cast the Sonorus Charm on herself.

"Silence!"

The noisy crowd became quiet again.

It can be seen that the deterrent power of this French rose should not be underestimated.

Lucas coughed lightly, looked at the crowd and said again.

"Two years ago, I asked Vinda to deliver a message to everyone. I hope you can enter the world of Muggles. How about it? Has anyone gone?"

Lucas glanced over everyone one by one with expectant eyes. Most people's eyes are full of disdain for Muggles.

And some lowered their heads after meeting his gaze.

At this time, a voice came timidly from behind the crowd.

"I, I have been."

The speaker was a young man in his 20s.

Lucas smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"Pyne Carrow."

"Oh, the Carrow family, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families. It's a pleasure to meet you, Pyne. Then tell me how you feel about Muggles."

Strangely, being praised by an 11-year-old, the young Carrow family member is actually quite happy.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Grindelwald. My impression of Muggles is that their technology is very powerful."

Lucas nodded with a smile.

"Yes, technology is indispensable to Muggles, just like our magic. The weapons of war that my father once predicted are a manifestation of technology."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Vinda Rosier at the side. The other party took a Sherlock Holmes-style pipe and walked up to the high platform.

Taking the pipe, Lucas looked at the crowd.

"Although my prophecy is not as powerful as my father's, I still have something for you to see."

With a big mouthful of smoke spit out. Immediately some pictures emerged from the smoke.

Advanced fighter planes swooped over the land, and countless missiles devastated the land.

On the sea, giant steel beasts passed by.

As soon as the screen changed, satellites in outer space circled the earth. These satellites that are 390,000 feet above the ground can clearly see people and objects on the ground.

The screen ends here.

But the shock it brought to everyone did not stop there. Soon, there was a commotion among the crowd.

Wizards believe in so-called prophecies very much. Otherwise, Voldemort wouldn't try to kill a baby.

At this time, the eyes of the Acolytes were full of fear, uneasiness and helplessness.

Unexpectedly, the Muggle world has become something beyond their comprehension.

Lucas gently woke everyone up.

"Everyone has seen that, maybe in the near future, those satellites flying in the sky will be able to find us who are hiding."

"But what about us? Are we going to shoot them down while riding on a broomstick?"

"How long will the so-called "International Statute of Secrecy" protect us?"

"When the danger really comes, will we be able to withstand the torrent of Muggle steel?"

Lucas kept asking questions, but no one could answer his question.

"I don't hate Muggles, on the contrary I admire their creativity and even hope to live in peace with them one day."

"But at present, it seems that in order to fulfill this wish, the entire magic world must first be united."

"Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, whether you are pure blood or mixed blood, we all have a common identity, wizards! As wizards, we have to shoulder the mission of saving the magical world."

"Grindelwald!" an elderly wizard called softly, watching Lucas.

Soon, others followed suit.

"Grindelwald!"

"Grindelwald!"

If we say that the shouts of the crowd before were calling for Gellert Grindelwald.

The cry now is just for Lucas Grindelwald.

Watching the excited and gradually going crazy crowd, Lucas flashed a confident smile.

Just when he was about to continue his speech.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd: "petrificus totalus!"

Immediately afterwards, one after another spell sounded.

"Incarcerous!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Stupefy!"

"..."

Dozens of spells came from the Auror's wands.

They have only one goal.

Lucas Grindelwald on the platform.