Chapter 199 “Saints” And “Legends”

Acolyte is what people call Grindelwald's followers.

It comes from the classical Latin κλουθο, and its original meaning is a server or a follower. Just like its meaning in religion, anyone who upholds and agrees with Grindelwald's philosophy can be called a saint.

Unlike the Death Eaters (DEATH EATERS) who almost instantly became like rats on the street after the fall of Voldemort.

In modern magical history, the followers of Gellert Grindelwald have always been in a very delicate position.

After Grindelwald was knocked down by Dumbledore in 1945, his followers received almost no liquidation or accountability. As time went by, some of them were even entrusted with important responsibilities by the Ministry of Magic of various countries. They had followed the experience of the first generation of Dark Lords, and they were tacitly concealed in confidential files.

——This is actually not difficult to understand. No matter what Gellert Grindelwald’s goals and original intentions are, or how the entire magical world evaluates him, at least most of the wizards who gathered around him were really for freedom. , truth and love to fight.

You must know that the power gathered based on these three beliefs is much more powerful than an empty sentence to maintain peace and stability between the magical world and the non-magical world. This is why Grindelwald almost succeeded in overturning the entire magical world. s reason.

In fact, in a sense, Gellert Grindelwald has succeeded.

As the final "winner", the entire international magic community became the party that made the most compromises. In order to quell disputes and wars, they had to revise a large number of legal regulations and social systems.

For example, previous marriages between wizards and Muggles have been protected and recognized for the first time. Tragedies such as McGonagall Minerva and her mother will not be repeated under the new law; the wizarding circles of various countries have invested a lot of resources in order to Ensure that children from non-wizard families can also get the magical education they deserve. Tragedies similar to Aurelius Dumbledore will not happen again; the status of mixed-blood wizards has been recognized, even if it is only on the surface...

And human beings are easily satisfied and forgetful. With Grindelwald choosing to imprison himself, when all reasons for confrontation no longer existed, the disputes that once swept the world were quickly eliminated in less than a year.

Since then, the name of saint has disappeared from everyone's sight along with the name Gellert Grindelwald, just like the Nurmengard Castle disappeared from everyone's sight.

Even so, there is still such a legend circulating in the magic world:

The most die-hard saints have actually never disappeared. They have been gathering in a place called the "Holy City", quietly waiting for Gellert Grindelwald to call again to complete what they have not yet completely completed. Great ideal.

However, as time goes by, no one is sure whether Grindelwald is still alive, and this illusory legend is naturally regarded by more and more people as a story that has never existed.

Until this day.

The entire city of Salzburg was covered in black fabric falling from the sky.

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Salzburg Old Town, Grain Alley.

This is the busiest street in the city. The entire street still retains the medieval European architectural style of the 16th century. The shops on the street range from cafes and chocolate shops to gold and silver jewelry, bags, shoes, and hats. .

Among them, the Harnisch Bistro with ordinary business is undoubtedly a rather inconspicuous shop.

After all, compared to those old brand stores that have been around for hundreds or thousands of years, this small store run by an old couple is really not very attractive to tourists.

It is precisely because of this that many locals prefer to hide here to order a glass of wine and read the newspaper comfortably in their spare time, and the owner of the tavern, Kurt Meier, is not like other shops. , reminding guests from time to time to pay the bill and leave.

Of course, there will be shadows everywhere. Even in Salzburg, which has a first-class public security environment, it is inevitable to encounter idle and unemployed youths or foreign tourists with bad attitudes.

But basically local residents know that all the people who came to Harnisch's tavern to cause trouble ultimately failed. It was as if there was some magical power secretly protecting this old couple. No matter what happened outside, it would not affect this paradise-like tavern.

Until this day, Mrs. Meyer, who was wiping the tabletop by the window sill, suddenly raised her head and looked out the window blankly. After almost half a minute, she turned to look at her husband who was bartending at the bar, her voice was dry.

"Kurt, look out the window."

"Um?"

The old man turned his head in confusion and followed his wife's guidance to look out the window.

Wow.

The big hands that had never trembled for decades suddenly trembled. The glass in their hands slipped silently, and the impact was hard and shattered into several pieces on the ground.

"Yes, of course. I knew he would definitely come back." Kurt Meyer murmured, stood up and walked quickly to his wife, stroking the window with trembling hands, looking towards the sky .

A regular customer sitting in the bar looked up at the sky as usual, but saw nothing.

Looking at the two agitated old men, the man frowned worriedly.

"Old man, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, we will probably close early today. Don't worry, I'll pay for your orders."

The old man waved his hands in high spirits and said apologetically to the customers in the store.

"Thanks, call me if you need anything." The man looked at the old man, shrugged, and left the room.

Most of the people in the store were old customers. When they heard Old Kurt's request, they didn't ask any questions. They all smiled understandingly, said a simple hello, and left the Harnisch Bistro in twos and threes.

Not long after, only Mr. and Mrs. Meyer were left in the entire store.

"Today is such a good day. Would you like to go for a walk with me?"

Kurt Meyer's slightly stooped back suddenly straightened, his face exuded a strange light of joy, and he took a deep look at his wife.

"Of course." The old woman grinned, with the same light flashing in her eyes.

"You know, we have been waiting for this invitation for forty-six years."

Kurt Meier is a German who is good at alchemy. He and his wife were both followers of Grindelwald.

Since the disappearance of Nurmengard Castle, the two people who could not find any news have been living in seclusion in the Muggle city closest to the original location of the castle. While continuing to inquire about the news, they quietly waited for the day when Grindelwald summoned him again. .

And they are not the only saints in this city.

At the three-way intersection at the corner of the street, a wandering performer suddenly stopped playing and raised his head to look at the sky with excitement.

At the end of Grain Alley, the door of the shop selling Bavarian national costumes suddenly opened. A well-dressed middle-aged man touched the black fabric covering the outer wall of the shop with trembling hands.

In a flower shop next to Mozart Square, a woman took out the wand from the flower bed and carefully wiped it clean.

The streets of the Bishop's Palace...

Karajan Square…

Streets of Kells…

At the same time, similar scenes were staged in various places throughout the city.

Countless middle-aged and elderly people who had lived in this city for decades walked out of their rooms one after another, gradually converging into a silent stream of people, walking towards the Salk Hospital located halfway up the mountain.

Gellert Grindelwald's message is simple and as irresistible as ever:

Protecting the Salzburg police officers of the Austrian Federal Police currently deployed outside the Salk Hospital.

——Those young people who grew up under their noses and often encountered them in daily life.

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Snapped.

Snapped.

The sound of unhurried footsteps sounded in the square outside the emergency building of Salk Hospital.

An old man in casual clothes, dressed like an ordinary foreign tourist, suddenly appeared in the sight of everyone from the Ministry of Magic and the Austrian Federal Police.

"What the hell, how did you deploy the cordon, and why do civilians still enter this area?"

The commander of the Austrian Federal Police, who was in charge of this anti-terrorism operation, turned his head and roared loudly, spraying spittle in the face of the police officer in front of him. This can be regarded as an extremely serious dereliction of duty.

"No, I don't know..."

The poor police officer shook his head helplessly, turned his head and glanced at the old man's movements, showed a hint of confusion, shrank his head, and spoke cautiously.

"But it seems like he just walked in from us in such a swaggering way. Logically speaking, you should have seen it..."

"Fart, I can't see such a big living person passing by me!?"

The middle-aged policeman opened his eyes wide and glared hard at the young man in front of him, and his voice couldn't help but raise another two decibels.

"Anyway, quickly arrange for someone to rush up and pull back the old guy who is walking."

Glancing at the old man walking leisurely in front of him, a look of anxiety appeared on the middle-aged policeman's face - there had been no response from the unidentified "terrorists" entrenched in the hospital, which made him a little worried.

According to the data, there are at least a dozen medical staff on duty in the building. However, until now, the other party has not shown any intention to negotiate, and no information about the safety of the hostages has been sent out.

The young police officer nodded and was about to rush forward when he suddenly stopped.

"Wait, the group of suspected terrorists seems to have started to act. Are they talking to the old man?"

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"Gellert Grindelwald?"

Pope Rozier glanced at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of the building. Although his tone was questioning, the look on his face was already very confident.

It is estimated that only people like Gellert Grindelwald, who are at the top of the magical world, can achieve such a sophisticated Disillusionment Curse and an understatement of the Large-Scale Confusion Curse.

"The answer is correct. It seems that I am not old enough to be forgotten by everyone."

Grindelwald smiled and nodded, playing with the wand in his hand carelessly, and continued to walk unhurriedly in the direction of the hospital building, seemingly not worried at all about the group of wizards in front of him who raised their wands and pointed them at him.

"It's really Grindelwald."

"Oh my god, why is Grindelwald here?"

"It's over, it's over, I don't want to die yet."

After hearing the conversation between the two people in front, there was an obvious commotion among the group of wizards who had gathered in the hospital hall.

Compared to Voldemort who is causing terror on the other side, whether it is in Austria, Germany, France...the most widely circulated story in the wizarding world in these countries is always about Gellert. ·The legends of Grindelwald.

Not to mention, for these young wizards who have not personally experienced the era of Grindelwald's rule, the stories that have been processed by personal emotions from the mouths of their parents are even more intimidating and oppressive.

Because of this, when they realized that they were about to face Grindelwald, the morale of most of the wizards present had dropped to freezing point. Coupled with the apparation lock that had never been encountered before, and the fact that it only existed in legends Large-scale city-level magic in the story...

If it weren't for the fact that the hospital was surrounded by Muggle police, at least half of the wizards present might have sneaked away - you know, most of them are not professional Aurors, and the most common situations they deal with are Just a few restless evil wizards.

No, something must be done.

After looking around at the panic-stricken wizards around her, the platinum-short-haired witch calmed down, glanced at the extremely old Grindelwald with complex eyes, pulled out her wand, gritted her teeth and walked to the door of the building.

"No matter what you want to do, stop it as soon as possible. Although you were able to fight against more than fifty Aurors by yourself when you were young, it does not mean that you can easily defeat the more than twenty wizards we have here today. "

"Yes, your wording is accurate. It won't be that easy. It might take at least a few more minutes, right?"

Grindelwald glanced at the calm witch in front of him with amusement, and shook his head helplessly - these young people sitting in the office are far worse than the Aurors of the past.

What the hell am I talking about.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Pope Rozier felt that the atmosphere around him became more and more desolate. He could not fight and escape, but could not escape. An atmosphere of despair began to spread among the crowd.

Seeing the amusement in Gellert Grindelwald's eyes, the witch took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"With such a big movement, Mr. Albus Dumbledore must have learned the news by now. I think maybe he is on his way here now. Instead of being here..."

"Well, I hope so."

Gellert Grindelwald nodded candidly, showed a smile that looked confident to Rozier, and spread his hands.

"I'm sorry. In fact, one of my main purposes is to inform Albus to come over as soon as possible. The more friends you have known for many years, the less you should condone lateness and temporary release."

"As for the other thing..."

Grindelwald paused, then took a few steps closer without haste, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he slowly glanced at the wizards in front of him, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and smiled slightly.

"Does anyone know where the lucky little guy named Rodris is now?"

"Don't think about it! We won't betray..." A wizard standing behind Pope Rozier said angrily. In this increasingly depressing atmosphere, he could only be relieved by shouting like this. Let your emotions out.

"Huh? So it's in the suburbs outside the city?"

Before the wizard could finish speaking, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you."

After getting the information he wanted, the old man didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and prepared to leave directly as if there was no one around.

"Stop! Don't even think about running away!" the wizard raised his wand and shouted.

In front of Grindelwald, a wall of white light blocked his way.

After Grindworth asked for a moment, a sarcastic and irritable expression flashed across his face, he turned around and waved his wand gently.

There was no magic light or spell sound, and the wizard seemed to be suddenly hit by a huge force, and flew away with a look of shock on his face. All the wizards ducked aside subconsciously, and the magical counterattack Grindelwald expected did not appear.

Grindelwald raised his wand, glanced at the stern wizards in front of him, and shook his head in disappointment.

"Listen, little guys, I'm not in a very good mood right now. If you feel too energetic and can't vent, I suggest you choose some opponents who have been prepared for you in advance."

"opponent?"

Pope Rozier frowned and pointed disdainfully at the Austrian Federal Police surrounding the Salk Hospital, "Do you really think these Muggles and the weapons in their hands can do anything to wizards..."

Before she finished speaking, the witch looked towards the mountain road outside the cordon in shock.

Dozens, oh no, at least hundreds of middle-aged and elderly people in different costumes are following the guidance of black fabric floating in the sky, slowly approaching the direction of the hospital, and further away, the intermittent flow of people is still there Continuously pouring out from every corner of the city.

The legends circulating in the magical world are not wrong. The city where the saints live in seclusion has always existed, and its existence is even earlier than most people imagined.

"Don't worry, they are just the caretakers of this duel. They are just to ensure that you don't get out of control and injure the Muggle children who are doing their duty. Of course, the premise is that you don't take the initiative to attack them."

Grindelwald shrugged, turned around and looked at the dense crowd and the brightly lit Salzburg in the distance. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his arms.

"You may have some misunderstandings. From the moment you arrive here, you have only one opponent - this city."

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