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Chapter 952: Grindelwald's Reliance
Chapter 952: Grindelwald's Reliance
"It seems you've figured out how to use that thing. I must admit, I'm quite surprised. After all, even he couldn't unravel this enigma..." Wilkinson raised an eyebrow, speaking with evident astonishment.
Use? Enigma? Ivan was completely taken aback. He keenly sensed the underlying meaning in Wilkinson's words—could the Resurrection Stone truly summon the souls of the dead?
"Ah, so it was just a trick, no wonder..." In that moment of surprise, Wilkinson detected something amiss from Ivan's reaction. He immediately realized his mistake; the other party hadn't mastered the use of the Resurrection Stone but had instead used a false illusion to deceive everyone.
This wasn't impossible. While the Resurrection Stone created only a Magic Illusion, to those who were unaware, it was indistinguishable from a genuine soul summoning.
All Ivan needed to do was hand the Resurrection Stone over to the Russian Wizards. The conjured Igor would be the exact Russian Minister everyone recognized. No matter what questions or tests were thrown at him, the illusion would provide the most expected answers.
Unless someone had prior knowledge, no one would ever doubt it.
After all, for Wizards, communicating with the souls of the dead was not an incomprehensible concept.
Wilkinson's cryptic words made sense only to Ivan. The others present were utterly baffled, having no idea what Wilkinson was talking about.
Cornell, however, wasn't concerned about this. He knew that their primary quest was to capture Grindelwald. Once they had him, all their questions would be answered from the wizard's own mouth!
"Give up, Grindelwald. You can't escape this time! I hope you can honestly tell me where the real Chairman Wilkinson is", Cornell drew his wand from his belt and pointed it at the Congress Chair, demanding an answer.
If they were anywhere else, their group of over a hundred Wizards wouldn't have the absolute power to take down Grindelwald. But here, in the North American Magical Congress, things were different. Grindelwald had willingly entered this building, trapping himself like a caged tiger, no longer a threat...
However, Wilkinson's reaction was unexpected. Despite being surrounded by numerous Aurors, his face showed no trace of panic. He replied with a playful tone, "Unfortunately, to prevent any unforeseen complications, I've already sent that Congress Chairmaster to meet Merlin..."
"Damn you..." Cornell gritted his teeth, glaring at Wilkinson.
"Why so angry? He's dead, so you'll be the new Congress Chair, won't you? I thought you'd be pleased", Wilkinson sneered.
"Not everyone is like you..." Cornell said coldly, then took a few steps back and waved his wand, shouting, "Don't let his words affect you. Attack!"
At Cornell's command, the over a hundred Wizards around them simultaneously raised their wands. Wilkinson, of course, wouldn't sit idly by. A surge of Fiendfyre rose into the air, transforming into a dozen fierce Flame Dragons that surged in all directions...
The terrifying sight made Bruno and the others break out in cold sweats, and some Witches even screamed. Fortunately, the combined Magic of the hundred-plus Wizards proved effective.
A circular Magic Barrier rose before them, separating the group from Grindelwald inside.
The terrifying Fierce Flame Dragons collided with the Magic Barrier, producing a harsh, muffled sound. Fine cracks instantly appeared on the Magic Barrier, but they healed in the blink of an eye.
Many noticed that the surging Fiendfyre, like a tidal wave, was gradually weakening. Meanwhile, Wilkinson, who had been a sixty-something old Wizard, was transforming into a middle-aged warlock with golden hair, revealing Grindelwald's true form!
Ivan, who was observing from the side, had no intention of intervening. In fact, he couldn't find any opportunity to do so.
The Magic Barrier, created by over a hundred Wizards, was incredibly sturdy, completely isolating the interior from the exterior. It seemed to have the ability to suppress and weaken magic, likely due to its integration with the protective mechanisms of the Congress Building, making it so powerful.
No wonder Cornell was so confident about subduing Grindelwald. Ivan estimated that if he were trapped inside, he would be worn down to death. After all, it was like directly opposing the combined magical power of over a hundred Wizards—no matter how strong one was, it would be futile.
Under the combined pressure of the North American Aurors, the once massive Magic Barrier was gradually shrinking. Despite Grindelwald's continued release of powerful spells from within, he was unable to stop it.
Seeing this, the Wizards present heaved a sigh of relief. It was clear to everyone that once the Magic Barrier restrained Grindelwald, he would lose all ability to resist.
"Director Cornell, it looks like the unrest of the past few months can finally come to an end", the President of the Asian Association said, looking at Grindelwald trapped in the office. He had been on edge for the past two days due to the frequent attacks, unable to sleep properly. Now, he could finally relax.
However, Cornell wasn't as optimistic as the President of the Asian Association. His brows were furrowed, and Ivan shared his concern. Since Grindelwald's identity was revealed, his reactions had been too calm!
At first, Ivan thought Grindelwald was putting on a show, but his calmness continued, which only deepened Ivan's worry.
What was Grindelwald relying on?
Ivan's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered what he had done when attacking the British Ministry of Magic.
His expression changed, and he immediately turned to Cornell, speaking urgently. "No, Minister of Magic Cornell, you should send someone to the Department of Mysteries right away. I suspect Grindelwald has tampered with something there!"
Cornell, reminded by Ivan, quickly realized the same thing.
The key to restraining Grindelwald was the activation of the protective mechanisms within the Magical Congress, which suppressed and weakened his power, and prohibited the use of any Teleportation Magic.
If the Department of Mysteries was compromised, everything would be ruined!
However, before Cornell could act, Grindelwald's voice reached their ears.
"You're always so clever, Hals, but unfortunately, it's too late!"
As he spoke, Grindelwald abruptly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. A deafening boom followed, and the entire Congress Building shook violently...
(End of Chapter)
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