Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What is this? What on earth does she want to say?"

"When were we in the cage? We have magic and are the chosen ones."

"Let's go. This is just nonsense. There's no need to listen to it anymore."

Doubt, dissatisfaction, anger, all kinds of emotions mixed in the language, following the light of the searchlight, pouring down like a waterfall.

He wanted to completely crush the slender figure in the clearing, but "she" didn't seem to care at all.

He raised his head and let the noisy sound of the white light shine on that extraordinary face.

The blue eyes scanned the people present, full of disdain.

"I heard a lot of voices." Theodora Grindelwald deliberately paused for a while and then spoke slowly again.

"Some people feel regret, some people feel dissatisfied, and some people even feel angry. You think you have magic."

"He is a lucky person among humans who was chosen by the God of Magic. He is the best among the entire human race, standing at the top."

"But look around you, you'll see dark reinforced concrete walls, and steel covered in dust and rust."

"This is where we should be, isn't it? One of you dares to be in the sun."

"Do you dare to show the magic that makes you proud in front of Muggles?"

The questioning voice was not angry, nor was it loud, but it continued to echo in the warehouse.

The voice that was mixed with various emotions before disappeared without a trace in the face of this question.

Whether it is the young men who are preparing to duel with others, or the octogenarians whose bodies are half buried in the ground.

Or those middle-aged people who now hold power and high positions in the wizarding world.

Without exception, they all lowered their heads. They had no words to refute or say, because this was the reality.

"Are you all silent?" Theodora Grindelwald raised her head and used that peerless face.

Looking at the people who lowered their heads, he kept shaking his head and spoke in an even more disdainful tone.

"I really hope that after the topic just raised, someone will dare to stand in front of me."

"Have a hearty debate with me, even if it's based on the so-called mainstream viewpoint currently advocated by the Ministry of Magic."

"I am willing to accept criticism, attacks and even insults if you want to refute me, but what I get is deathly silence."

"I never thought that the organization founded by my grandfather would be composed of a bunch of silent cowards!"

She pronounced the word "coward" very heavily, and let out a sudden roar.

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in this closed fortress, forcing even the most silent lambs to look up at the sky in horror.

The emotions of anger and unwillingness continued to spread like the moisture in the air before a storm.

Theodora Grindelwald, standing in the center of the stage, smiled contentedly.

She knew very well that facing the huge organization of saints left by Grindelwald would be difficult like in the British wizarding world.

It is totally impossible to use economic means to infiltrate slowly and silently.

The organization was too large and the personnel were too complicated, so she could only rely on another thing to keep them under her control.

Emotions of anger and unwilling hatred are undoubtedly the best driving forces for uniting an organization.

As for external means, there is only one, which is war.

After arousing the anger of the crowd, she did not continue her speech, but stood there silently.

But she didn't have to wait long as she entered with her new audience, following a few pops of air.

A dozen Aurors in uniforms and holding wands suddenly appeared around the venue like gods descending from the sky.

"Aurors from the International Confederation of Wizards, why are they here?"

Soon someone recognized the identities of these people and immediately exclaimed loudly.

"There is a traitor in the organization. Someone betrayed us."

"It's over. To show my loyalty, I left my wand at home when I went out today. What should I do now?"

The exclamations soon turned into a commotion. The corridors on both floors were filled with a noisy crowd, some of them young men full of vigor and vitality.

Seeing an opportunity to excel and show off, he simply pulled out his wand and engaged in a tense standoff with the Aurors.

The situation became tense for a moment, until a burst of crisp applause attracted the attention of everyone present, including the Aurors.

All were attracted to the stage below.

Theodora Grindelwald waved her hands and clapped gently. Her white and slender arms waved gently like a beautiful butterfly.

But the words that came out of her red lips were like a storm.

"There are no traitors, gentlemen and ladies, these gentlemen are here at my invitation, this is where I will hold the meeting."

"It was disclosed to the German Ministry of Magic in advance."

"What!! Someone from the Grindelwald family actually betrayed the wizards!!"

"How is this possible? How is this possible???"

"No, she must not be Miss Theodora. She must be someone from the Ministry of Magic pretending to be her."

The whole audience erupted in noise for the third time. The Saints, whose emotions were just aroused, suddenly felt their mood plummet from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley.

Emotions of anger, unwillingness to believe, and unwillingness are constantly released.

Until that familiar voice came from below again.

"There is no need to doubt or be puzzled. I am willing to take direct responsibility for every word I have said."

"The audience for this show is carefully selected by me, whether or not you are willing to declare your loyalty to me now."

"Whether you are my enemy or not in the future, I will still invite you to come, because I am going to declare a great war."

"This is for the freedom of the entire wizarding community, for the future of our children, and for the entire wizarding world."

"For the greater good!!"

Theodora Grindelwald spoke slowly, like a classical piano piece, with every key being pressed.

That voice went straight into everyone's heart, it was so gentle.

But in everyone's ears, it was no less than bursts of thunder.

Once again, everyone's eyes were focused on the slender figure wrapped in the searchlight.

This time there was no questioning, no anger, no contempt.

There is only fear and deep expectation.

"For the greater good!!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd, and this shout was like a leaking oil barrel.

A match was thrown in and a raging flame began to burn.

People waved their right hands vigorously, and the young men holding wands raised their wands high and shouted in unison.

"For the greater good!!"

The sound grew louder and louder, filling this permanent military fortress with its thick concrete walls and corridors riveted with steel.

They all began to tremble slightly, and the Aurors who were teleported looked at each other, fear written in their eyes.

They should have stopped all this from happening, but now they are like puppets, standing there stupidly.

Until someone raised his wand and aimed it at the frenzied crowd, but nothing was said.

A wave of heat blew directly onto his face, and the strong blue light made him unable to help but cover his face with his hands.

When he looked up again, his right hand holding the wand had begun to tremble.

"Liefflame!!! She released Liefflame!!"