"Can you still see?" Selina Pendragon asked. "What will those people... do next?"
Gellert Grindelwald did not answer directly. He sat down by the bed and said unhurriedly, "Give me a bottle of alcohol."
Selina Pendragon was not surprised in the least. She reached into her pocket, took out a bottle of mead, and handed it to him.
Gellert Grindelwald opened the mead, fixed his gaze on the mouth of the bottle, and gently swirled it.
"Not enough?" he murmured, then tipped back his head and took a drink.
Lowering his head, he poured the mead from the bottle onto the floor.
When the mead hit the ground, it did not spread out irregularly like ordinary liquor. Instead, it formed an oval.
The flowing mead continued to expand outward, and the oval grew larger and larger.
Seeing the mead take on such a regular shape, Selina Pendragon's eyelid twitched.
She stepped back several paces, making as much room as possible for the spreading mead. "The range is actually this large?"
"Only to be expected," Gellert Grindelwald said calmly. "Wizet caused them a great deal of trouble. Now that Wizet has disappeared, they will naturally choose to gamble everything on one attempt."
"Especially Wizet's friends. In just these few days, they have already obstructed their original plans. That will only make them more desperate, because they cannot afford to wait, nor do they dare wait too long."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Selina Pendragon's tone turned strange. "I'm obviously his old adversary, yet he fears a Wizet he has only encountered a few times... that much?"
Gellert Grindelwald continued pouring the mead without looking up. "Perhaps it is precisely because you are his old adversary, and he believes he knows you well, that he fears Wizet?"
"The unknown always inspires the deepest fear.