Serena Pendragon sensed something and slipped a hand into her pocket. "I'm going out for a bit. Someone should be delivering something."
As the place where Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned, Nurmengard was much like Hogwarts, with a large amount of Protective Magic in place as restraints.
Gellert Grindelwald did not look up. His tone was rather casual as he answered, "All right!"
By the time Serena Pendragon returned to the room with the package, Gellert Grindelwald had also skimmed through the contents of the newspapers and magazines.
"Fiendfyre in Heroes' Square..." Gellert Grindelwald savored what he had just read. "The complete fall of Azkaban..."
"The way these reports are written is very clever. Though their styles are clearly different, I can tell they were written by the same person."
"If one reads them without any guard up, it's very easy to be led by these contents, to associate them with the things they want us to think of."
"You should be able to sense that too, shouldn't you?" He looked up at Serena Pendragon. "So you brought the truth with you?"
"What different styles from one person, yet written by the same person..." Serena Pendragon shrugged. "So they were written by the same author?"
"I can't see all those twists and turns, but I know the Ministry of Magic very well. Anyway, ever since I was in school, the Ministry of Magic has always been like this..."
Hearing Serena Pendragon's assessment of the Ministry, Gellert Grindelwald revealed a faint sneer. "I agree wholeheartedly with that view of yours."
"They've probably been comfortable for too long. This wizard named Cornelius Fudge... among all the Ministers of Magic I've encountered, he is the worst."
"What high praise!" Serena Pendragon's tone carried a hint of teasing. "Does that assessment come with a personal