Gellert Grindelwald unscrewed the cap and took a sip of mead. "Given the current situation, a place like the Middle East is practically a paradise for Dark wizards."
"Even without the Isaiah Society and Voldemort, knowing Dark wizards as I do, they would never stay quiet. Turning the dead into Inferi... it was only a matter of time."
"Think about it. When the army of Inferi is fully formed and begins advancing tirelessly, expanding the scope of the war, those people in the Muggle governments and the Ministry of Magic..."
"Will they still sit at the negotiating table for so-called discussions? Will they still cling to procedures, insisting that certain steps must be completed before they can truly pursue Dark wizards?"
Selina Pendragon frowned slightly. "Probably not?"
"Exactly! Of course they won't!" Gellert Grindelwald rose from the bed and took another sip of mead.
"I really never expected it!" He let out a wistful sigh. "The things I once wanted to accomplish would be realized in this way!"
"The International Statute of Secrecy... those old orders are already dead... Now, it is merely a process of rapid decay."
He looked up at the crack letting in light. "The 'turmoil' we are experiencing now... or rather, the 'chaos'—in a sense, there is no real difference between them."
"Whether it is the potions abused by Muggles, the conflict between African wizards and Muggles, or the chaotic battlefield in the Middle East, none of them are the prelude to the end of the world."
"At most, they are... unavoidable pains before the birth of a new order. Whether wizards or Muggles, they all need to... learn something new through pain."
Selina Pendragon responded curiously, "Oh? Learn something new?"
Gellert Grindelwald continued, "For example... Muggles need to understand the true nature of magic, and