Back when he had launched the Wizarding World War, whether the looks others cast his way held fear, hatred, or worship, they were no more than a breeze brushing his face to Gellert Grindelwald, unable to stir the slightest ripple in his heart.
What they faced now was even more troublesome than the Wizarding World War of the past.
"If you think..." he raised his voice, "that discussing matters concerning me can hurt 'My Lord,' or even kill him outright, then I hope you discuss them louder."
"If you can't do that... then I think what we should be doing most right now is finding a way to defeat 'My Lord.' I believe everyone understands that he is the root of all this."
As his words fell, the uproar quickly died down.
Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein gently shook their heads, sighing almost at the same time.
Gellert Grindelwald's abilities in this regard had not diminished in the slightest despite his long imprisonment in Nurmengard.
Anthony Goldstein's eyes gleamed. He nearly forgot the occasion and said in a trembling voice, "As expected of Gellert Grindelwald!"
As if realizing something, he coughed lightly, took two steps back, and shrank his neck.
"Now that the reminiscing is over..." Gellert Grindelwald looked toward Selina Pendragon. "Let's get back to business! What did you discover outside?"
"Before I answer that, let me confirm something." Selina Pendragon raised her wand and aimed it at "My Lord."
"Avada Kedavra!"
A sickly green beam burst from the tip of her wand, reflecting off the suddenly tense faces around her.
They held their breath as they watched the Killing Curse fly toward "My Lord," faint hope appearing in their eyes.
Just like before, the Killing Curse seemed to strike an invisible wall. Without raising even the slightest ripple,