Chapter 2: The Dark Lord's Heir!

Newmongard.

At this moment, hundreds of Alliance members had gathered in the square, and the number was still increasing.

Although there were many people, it did not seem particularly noisy. Apart from occasional whispers, most people were quietly waiting.

Waiting for the boy who would decide the future fate of the Alliance.

"The number of people is almost there, and quite a few Aurors have come. Argus, are you sure you don't want to see your adoptive father first?"

Hearing the words of the elder behind him, Argus smiled slightly.

"Uncle Abernathy, from the moment I stepped into Newmongard, the trial had already begun."

"But..."

"Let's go, it's time to see your old friends!"

With a wave of his wand, the castle's gates slowly opened.

Without saying a word, Aunt Vinda silently followed behind Argus.

Abernathy was obviously a bit worried about Argus. He glanced inside the castle, took a deep breath, and chose to follow along.

Seeing Argus appear, the voices of the people present gradually fell silent.

Compared to the thunderous roars that accompanied Grindelwald's appearances in the past, the expressions of the crowd were much more indifferent, and even a few elders showed a trace of impatience on their faces.

"Chief, should we take him down now?" 

A young Auror whispered to the middle-aged man beside him, who shook his head.

"No need to rush, let's see what happens first."

"Don't forget, this is Newmongard! If we provoke the one in the tower, no one can bear the consequences."

"He's just a kid, only eleven years old. What can he do?" Another Auror with blonde hair, looking no more than in his twenties, sneered disdainfully.

"I think Grindelwald has gone senile, letting a kid who's just about to start school inherit the Alliance!"

"Let's hope so!" The middle-aged man said with a serious expression, looking towards the center of the square.

In the square, Argus walked to the center with determined steps, waved his wand across his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Uncles, aunties, thank you for coming today."

"In these past decades, we have been displaced, we have hidden and run, we have lost many friends, many companions, many comrades-in-arms."

"The Alliance has come this far thanks to everyone's dedication and protection."

"I am here to thank you all!"

Argus bowed deeply, his gaze sweeping around the crowd as he recalled the grand scenes of the Alliance's past, feeling a twinge of sadness.

The once prominent wizarding party now has only a few hundred people left.

Among them, there were many old, weak, sick, and disabled individuals.

But he did not feel disheartened by this. After a brief pause, he continued to speak.

"I know why you are here, I understand your dreams, your persistence, your longing."

"Many people say that we are wrong, that we are sinners, that we have turned the wizarding world into a mess."

"Nonsense!"

"They are a bunch of idiots!"

Curses came from the crowd, showing their extreme dissatisfaction.

Argus gently waved his hand, and as he did so, the voices gradually subsided.

"Years ago, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald warned the wizarding world, but it resulted in decades of imprisonment. Many people think that as his adoptive son, I should hate them, that I should be irreconcilable with them."

"But the truth is quite the opposite. I do not hate them, not at all."

"In fact, if they are willing, I hope we can coexist peacefully."

"We do not fight out of hatred, and they simply have different ideals from us."

"That's all."

A large portion of the elders in the square had participated in the gathering at Père Lachaise Cemetery years ago.

They still vividly remembered Grindelwald's charisma!

Seeing the confident and elegant boy before them, the crowd seemed to see that figure again.

The figure they would follow to the death, at any cost.

"Grindelwald..."

An elder seemed to have a hallucination, mistakenly thinking the person on stage was Gellert Grindelwald himself, and trembled as he walked towards the stage.

"Wake up, Rolf!" The person beside him grabbed him and shook him vigorously, bringing him back to his senses.

All of this was seen by Argus on the stage.

He looked towards Vinda Rosier, who nodded and handed over a skull-shaped pipe.

"I do not have prophetic abilities as strong as my father, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, but with the little ability I imitate from him, I can present the realities of the world to you."

Argus took a deep drag from the pipe and exhaled.

A massive cloud of smoke enveloped the entire square, with the hazy smoke depicting scenes of iron torrents: tanks, planes, missiles!

The explosion of a mushroom cloud made everyone's scalp tingle with fear.

They could not imagine that Muggles, without any magical abilities, could achieve such powerful destructive capabilities with so-called technology.

Even the strongest living wizard, Dumbledore, might be able to match this power to some extent, but what about them, ordinary wizards?

What could they use to resist?

But Argus was far from finished with his demonstration.

The scene shifted to show spacecraft, satellites, and various high-tech devices emerging one after another.

Through a satellite view, a blue planet appeared vividly before everyone's eyes.

The scene, from a bird's-eye perspective, rapidly zoomed in on a specific location on the planet.

The view Zoomed In! Again and again!

Sky, ocean, islands... until they saw themselves in the image!

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the images abruptly stopped.

"Facts speak louder than words." Argus's voice pulled everyone out of their shock.

"The strength of Muggles is no longer as weak as we imagined. My father's prophecy was correct, and the choices you all made back then were even more correct."

"Truth is only in the hands of a few."

"It is not us who are wrong, but this whole of the Wizarding World!"

Clap, clap, clap!

Applause erupted at the scene, gradually growing more enthusiastic.

Many of the elders who had followed Grindelwald had tears in their eyes upon hearing Argus's words.

Years of hardship and grievances burst forth at this moment.

They had once been young men full of hope and dreams, but decades of hardship and setbacks had made them doubt whether their decisions back then were right.

Now, they finally had an answer!

Finally, someone clearly told them that their choices back then were not wrong!

They were the pioneers, the leaders!

All their sacrifices were for the future of the wizarding world!

Argus displayed an unprecedented confident smile as he looked around.

"We don't have much time left. The muzzles of Muggles are about to be aimed at the wizarding world!"

"I would like to ask everyone present: Are you willing to continue turning a blind eye to this like the Ministry of Magic?"

"No."

"No!"

Sparse replies came from the crowd.

"Are you willing to put your lives in the hands of Muggles!"

"No!"

This time, the responses were much louder, with most people clenching their fists tightly.

"Are you willing to let your friends and relatives become slaves under the feet of Muggles!"

"No! No!"

Unprecedented shouts rang out from the crowd, and even a young Auror was among them.

The middle-aged man leading the team glared at him fiercely when he heard the voice, and the young Auror seemed to react and lowered his head in disappointment.

But the next second, countless voices came from behind the middle-aged man!

"No! No! No!"

Countless people shouted like a tsunami, looking at Argus in the center of the square with fanaticism!

A large number of old people were in tears, but they couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts, crying and laughing.

They were originally desperate, but now they burst into passion again.

The new leader of the Alliance had arrived!

Argus raised his hand, and the noisy square immediately fell silent.

"After today, many will die. If one day you see my corpse, do not mourn, do not lament. Pick up your wands and continue to fight!"

"Our mission is to save the wizarding world!"

"All for the greater good!"

"""" For the greater good!""""

The Acolytes present fell into a frenzy, continuously shouting the slogan Grindelwald had set years ago.

Even some elders in their seventies and eighties had their faces flushed red like young men in their twenties.

"Team leader, are we...are we really wrong?"

In the distance, a middle-aged Auror fell into deep self-doubt.

Unconsciously, the wand in his hand was quietly put down.

"Wake up Mate!" The Auror Director held the person's shoulders and shook him continuously.

"I think... he's right, we have the same identity, the same goal..."

"No, no, no... calm down... calm down!"

"He deserves our following..."

"Shut up, are you crazy? Pay attention to your identity, you are an Auror!"

The Auror Director couldn't believe it and stared at the middle-aged Auror!

"I am an Auror, but I am also a member of the wizarding world!"

The middle-aged Auror turned around and walked towards Agus on the stage.

Like a pilgrimage!

"Bloody hell, you forced me to do this!"

The Auror Director clenched the wand in his hand.

The veins on his palm were faintly protruding due to excessive force!

"This Kid is a threat!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

At that moment, several ghastly green lights suddenly shot out from the distance!

Their target was the center of the square, aiming directly at Argus Grindelwald!

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