"Holy Mother..." Dumbledore frowned.
Of course, he was not entirely unfamiliar with that name.
There were still quite a few people in Britain's wizarding world who could pass information to him, and he had heard rumors that some Muggle-born wizards had witnessed "miracles." The Magical Congress of the United States of America had similar rumors as well.
According to information from Muggle society, such phenomena were even more common in the Muggle worlds of Britain and America.
There were even rumors that the Soviet Union had been the first place where this phenomenon appeared.
Though he did not know the truth behind the Holy Mother incident, both he and the other wizards had realized that the "Holy Mother" seemed to be Murphy's enemy.
It was using its followers to pursue and obstruct Murphy from every angle. Some of its strategies even coincided with Dumbledore's own plans.
When it came to dealing with Murphy, the other party seemed to be an ally.
Colors gradually emerged within the blank picture frame, as though countless stars were racing in from an unimaginably distant place, shattering against the canvas and filling it with an image.
It was a statue of the Holy Mother. In the image, a woman lowered her eyes and spread open her hands.
She looked at no one, yet seemed to gaze equally upon all living beings.
"Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald..." The Statue of Our Lady did not move, but its voice had already reached both men's ears. "I know your wishes. I will provide you with a piece of information."
Grindelwald drew his wand. "Stop playing tricks. If you want to help, you'd better show yourself!"
"That cannot be done," the Holy Mother said. Its voice was like an echo between walls of ice, carrying a detached authority. "Remember this