Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald before him and, with a meaningful tone, said:
"Absolute power, at times, can bring about great chaos."
Grindelwald, gazing steadily into Dumbledore's eyes, replied with quiet dignity:
"But absolute power can also put an end to all chaos."
After that, the two men fell silent, sitting side by side, quietly watching the scenery outside the windows of Nurmengard.
Meanwhile, in the atrium of the British Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge stood side by side, surrounded by countless Aurors standing at attention.
In front of Fudge, an Auror reported nervously:
"Minister Fudge, a large number of unidentified wizards have appeared around the Ministry and are slowly advancing toward us."
In the streets of London, Abernathy strolled through roads shrouded in a veil of dark mist. Following behind him were several others: a curly-haired woman wearing glasses, Rita Skeeter, and Xenophilius Lovegood, who was holding the hand of his daughter, Luna.
As Abernathy approached the Ministry of Magic, Rita Skeeter's heart pounded in her chest. The idea of being seen with members of the Pureblood Party could mean spending the rest of her life in Azkaban.
Unable to contain her nerves, Rita stammered:
"Mr. Abernathy, why have you brought us here? I'm terrible at spells! If I were any good, I wouldn't have become a journalist after graduation!"
On the other side, Xenophilius nodded in agreement, while young Luna gazed ahead with an expression of innocent curiosity.
Without turning around, Abernathy replied, his tone calm:
"Don't worry. I don't expect you to fight for the Pureblood Party."
Both Rita and Xenophilius heaved sighs of relief.
Then Abernathy added:
"You wouldn't be qualified anyway."
The two of them: "…"
"What I need you to do is record everything that happens today and report it to the magical world. Make sure everyone knows what unfolds in London today. Any questions?"
Before either could respond, Abernathy tossed two small pouches of Galleons at them and vanished with a sharp crack, leaving behind only his final words:
"That's your fee."
With a resounding pop, Abernathy reappeared above the street directly in front of the Ministry of Magic. Opposite him stood Rufus Scrimgeour, flanked by rows of Aurors with wands drawn.
A young Auror standing behind Scrimgeour instinctively raised his wand toward Abernathy, but with a casual flick of his own, Abernathy sent the wand flying with a loud snap.
Without sparing the Auror a glance, Abernathy said coolly:
"Steady your hand, young man. How pitiful that today's Aurors can't even hold onto their wands."
The young Auror's face turned crimson with embarrassment.
As Abernathy stood firm, wizards dressed in an assortment of robes began emerging from street corners, steadily advancing toward him. Explosive pops echoed as more witches and wizards Apparated into the area, soon filling the streets behind him.
Above, the dark mist swirling over London coalesced ominously above Rufus Scrimgeour.
Glancing at the ominous sky, Abernathy murmured softly, his voice barely audible:
"What an unforgettable sight."
Turning to face the crowd behind him, Abernathy raised his voice with the help of a Sonorus Charm:
"Brothers, sisters, I am Abernathy. Today, I have gathered you here to make an announcement. Some of you may already know; others might have guessed.
"Yes! The leader of the Pureblood Party, heir to the Grindelwald family, has returned. No longer will our cause be dismissed as the remnants of the past. We are the shining future of the magical world!"
A moment of silence followed Abernathy's proclamation, before deafening chants filled the air:
"For the greater good!"
"For the greater good!"
"For the greater good!"
The wizards repeated the phrase over and over, their voices shaking the streets. Tears welled up in many eyes, while others shouted with fervent devotion.
From the crowd, a disheveled wizard pushed forward, his ragged robes hanging off him like tattered rags. Reaching Abernathy, he pleaded:
"Where is the young master? Let me see him!"
Abernathy looked down at the man, his expression calm.
"Carrow, as I recall, you once swore that the Carrow family would forever serve the Grindelwalds, to protect and obey the master and his descendants. Why then, have your descendants followed Voldemort and become Death Eaters?"
The man called Carrow fell to his knees, trembling.
"No, no! I have never broken my oath! It's my fault—they betrayed me, stole my artifacts! I've disowned them!"
Tearing at his already tattered shirt, Carrow revealed a massive tattoo across his chest: the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Pointing to the tattoo, Carrow cried out in anguish:
"When they stole my artifact, I abandoned the Carrow family, but I have never forgotten my identity or my oath! I had this tattoo made to remind me of my vow, and I have been wandering all these years, waiting for this day!"
Pulling out his wand, Carrow declared:
"If the young master doubts me, I am ready to make an Unbreakable Vow!"
Abernathy, unmoved, cast his gaze over the crowd behind Carrow.
"And you?" he called out. "Are you ready to take up your wands and join me in a new holy war—for the glory of Grindelwald and the honor of the faction?"
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