"Capable of casting the Fire-Making Spell..." The gravity on Gellert Grindelwald's face grew even more pronounced as he repeated in a low voice the intelligence Serena Pendragon had provided. "Its power is about the same as striking a match..."
"And the numbers?" He extended his thumb and forefinger, pinching the cap of the Mead bottle and gently shaking it, as if pondering something. "These so-called wizards... how many are there?"
"There's no way to count them. We only discovered them by chance..." Serena Pendragon gently shook her head. "I think I told you that last time."
Gellert Grindelwald nodded. "Of course. I still remember... After all, I'm a little younger than you, and my memory isn't that terrible yet, is it?"
"You told me then that while searching for traces of the Isaiah Society, you passed by a camp and sensed magical fluctuations there..."
"Yes." Serena Pendragon nodded. "A mercenary used the Fire-Making Spell to light a cigarette while standing guard."
"That camp was attacked by the enemy soon after. We discovered that he could not only cast Wandless Magic, but was also very skilled with firearms."
"We originally planned to wait until the battle was over, then interrogate that special mercenary properly..."
She said with some emotion, "Unfortunately, he didn't make it that far. A bomb blew him to pieces. All I can say is, Muggle ammunition really isn't to be underestimated."
Gellert Grindelwald realized something and looked at Serena Pendragon as he asked, "Those wizards you discovered this time..."
"They can only cast the Fire-Making Spell too? And like that mercenary, they can also release a Fire-Making Spell through Wandless Magic?"
"I know what you mean." Serena Pendragon nodded in understanding. "Yes. That's why I suspect they're wizards who were 'mass-produced.'"
"If they were manufactured, then on these