Paracelsus shook his head disdainfully and smiled, "This is just a small window I have specifically set up to observe the fleeting Muggles."
"In other words, is this what's happening?"
As he said this, Grindelwald reached out and touched the crystal ball. After a while, the image inside the crystal ball changed, showing the scene inside the Salk Hospital, where a large group of officials from the Austrian Ministry of Magic was gathering to discuss something.
"Yes." Paracelsus stared at the crystal ball with a grimace on his face.
"One thing you said earlier was true. Over time, Muggles have become increasingly sensitive to the existence of wizards. This is the fastest Muggle I've seen responding to anomalies."
"Oh, because this is our policeman." Grindelwald waved his hand and said casually.
"What!?"
Paracelsus' face could not help but be surprised and suddenly smiled with disbelief, "I didn't expect you to do this kind of boring thing, you know, for wizards who can disillusion, these Muggles don't pose any threat at all."
"Well, you're right. Then, maybe I need to give them a little help."
Grindelwald stared at Elena lying on the bed, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes showed a trace of indifference. "Come on, in and out, this isn't Hospitality of Salzburg. And, there's a child to deal with."
"Wait... Gellert, you don't want to go back to...?"
Paracelsus looked at the coldness in Grindelwald's eyes, frowned, and his right hand unconsciously reached for the wands beside the bed.
"The time that belongs to me has ended, I understand this better than you."
Grindelwald tapped Paracelso on the shoulder and smiled calmly. "I just want someone to know how a true Dark Lord should look."
"A true, true Dark Lord?" Paracelso's face became more frightened.
"Relax, this time no one will be hurt. I assure you."
Gellert Grindelwald shrugged and suddenly turned his head as he approached the door, pointing at Paracelso, who was about to reach for Elena's wand, with a very serious tone.
"Also, if you are still considering your five hundredth birthday, allow me to give you a piece of advice. Do not touch the baby's wand, you will regret it."
Salzburg, interior of Salk Hospital.
In the face of the shouts of the Muggle police outside, most of the wizards frowned anxiously, as if they were just pesky mosquitoes outside the window.
"In summary, let's first return to the department. We will investigate the tracking matters slowly."
Pope Rohill glanced at the Austrian Federal Police Office outside the hospital and unconsciously waved his hand. "Do not worry about these Muggles, there will naturally be members of the Muggle Troubles Adjustment Committee."
Boom!
A gunshot echoed from the hospital compound.
"Repeat it again, please, immediately drop your weapon, cease resistance, raise your hands where we can see them, and slowly exit the hospital."
"Everyone is still shocked, let's go."
Pope Rohill frowned, turned his wand, and was about to leave with a ghost, when suddenly his expression hardened. "Eh?"
Under his magical perception, a familiar magical prohibition suddenly rose in this area, whose only effect is to prohibit the migration of ghosts.
"Damn, this is an ambush."
A wizard wore a somewhat ugly expression, gritted his teeth bitterly, and growled, "Who the hell are they, daring to target the Ministry of Magic of Austria again and again?! Are they afraid of being jointly pursued by the Ministry of Magic?"
"Director Rothschild, what should we do now?"
"Do I have to resort to last resort regulations? Damn it, I don't want to be hit by Muggle weapons."
Unable to perform ghost transformation unless they cast a spell to break the prohibition, all the present wizards were trapped in this hospital.
"Wait... look outside! God, what is that?!"
Just at that moment, a wizard suddenly shouted.
All the lights in the outer city went out, and every building was engulfed in a translucent black fabric.
However, the Muggle police outside the Salk Hospital seem to be completely unharmed. Obviously, only the wizards in the hospital can see the translucent black fabric that fell from the sky. The events made the wizards draw their wands and cover their faces. They were filled with tension.
Pope Rohill looked up, observing the translucent black fabric falling from the sky, covering the entire hospital in darkness, touching the piece of medical record he carried in his arms with a solemn tone.
"That's Grindelwald. Gellert Grindelwald, this is how he summoned his followers over sixty years ago."
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