Gellert Grindelwald twisted off the cap and took a sip of mead. "Given the current situation, a place like the Middle East is practically an amusement park for Dark Wizards."
"Even without the Isaiah Society and Voldemort, from what I know of Dark Wizards, they wouldn't stay quiet. Turning the dead into Inferi... was only a matter of time."
"Think about it. When the Inferi Army fully took shape and began advancing tirelessly, expanding the scope of the war, those people in the Muggle governments and the Ministry of Magic..."
"Would they still carry out their so-called exchanges at the negotiating table? Would they still cling to procedures, insisting that certain procedures had to be completed before they could truly begin pursuing the Dark Wizards?"
Serena Pendragon frowned slightly. "Probably not, right?"
"Exactly! Of course they wouldn't!" Gellert Grindelwald got out of bed and took another sip of mead.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect this!" he said with an emotional sigh. "The thing I once wanted to accomplish would be realized in this way!"
"The Statute of Secrecy... those old orders are already dead... Right now, it is merely a process of rapid decay."
He looked up at the gap where light filtered through. "The 'upheavals' we are experiencing now... or perhaps 'chaos' would be the word. In a certain sense, there's actually no difference between them."
"Whether it's potions abused by Muggles, the conflict between African Wizards and Muggles, or the chaotic battlefield in the Middle East, none of them are preludes to the end."
"At most, they count as... unavoidable pain before the birth of a new order. Whether wizard or Muggle, everyone needs to learn something new... through that pain."
Serena Pendragon responded with curiosity, "Oh? Learn something new?"
Gellert Grindelwald continued, "For example... Muggles need to