"Capable of casting the Fire-Making Spell..." The gravity on Gellert Grindelwald's face became even more apparent as he softly repeated the information Selina Pendragon had provided. "Its power is equivalent to striking a match..."
"How many?" He held the cap of the mead bottle between his thumb and forefinger, lightly turning it as though deep in thought. "How many of these so-called wizards are there?"
"There's no way to count them. We only stumbled across them by chance..." Selina Pendragon gently shook her head. "I think I already told you that last time."
Gellert Grindelwald nodded. "Of course, I remember... After all, I'm a little younger than you. My memory isn't quite that bad 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." Selina Pendragon nodded. "A mercenary used the Fire-Making Spell to light a cigarette while standing guard."
"The camp was soon attacked, and we discovered that not only could he cast spells without a wand, he was also highly proficient with firearms."
"We originally intended to wait until the battle was over before giving such an unusual mercenary a thorough interrogation..."
She spoke with some regret. "Unfortunately, he never lived to see that moment. A bomb blew him to pieces. All I can say is that Muggle munitions truly must not be underestimated."
Gellert Grindelwald seemed to realize something. Looking at Selina Pendragon, he asked, "Those wizards you found this time..."
"Could they only cast the Fire-Making Spell as well? And, like that mercenary, could they also cast the Fire-Making Spell without a wand?"
"I know what you mean." Selina Pendragon nodded in understanding. "Yes. That's why I suspect they're wizards who were 'mass-produced.'"
"If they were manufactured, then these