Back when he had launched the Wizarding World War, whether the looks others cast his way held fear, hatred, or worship, they had been no more than a breeze brushing his face to Gellert Grindelwald, incapable of stirring the slightest ripple in his heart.
What they faced now was an even thornier situation than the Wizarding World War of the past.
"If you think..." he raised his voice, "that discussing matters concerning me can hurt The Master, or even kill him directly, then I hope you discuss it louder."
"If you cannot do that... then I believe what we should be doing now is finding a way to defeat The Master. I think everyone knows very well that he is the root of all this."
As his words fell, the clamor swiftly subsided.
Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein gently shook their heads, sighing almost at the same time.
Gellert Grindelwald's abilities in this regard had not been diminished in the slightest, even after being imprisoned in Nurmengard for so many years.
Anthony Goldstein's eyes shone. Nearly forgetting the occasion, he said in a trembling voice, "As expected of Gellert Grindelwald!"
As though realizing something, he gave a light cough, took two steps back, and shrank his neck.
"Now that the reunion is over..." Gellert Grindelwald looked toward Serena Pendragon. "Let us get back to business. What did you find outside?"
"Before I answer that, let me confirm something." Serena Pendragon raised her wand and aimed it at The Master.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A sickly green beam burst from the tip of her wand, illuminating the suddenly tense faces around her.
They held their breath as they watched the Killing Curse fly toward The Master, a faint glimmer of hope appearing in their eyes.
Just as before, the Killing Curse seemed to