Chapter 862
Prometheus
Chapter 862 Prometheus
"Once public opinion starts to ferment, the British side will have no choice but to respond, and Wade Grey will inevitably have to make a public appearance in the United States."
Brolin instructed, "Sera, it's your turn to step up then."
Abigail raised her eyes and looked at him calmly, her gaze as loyal and pure as ever.
"You need to contact him as his teacher, assuring him that you will protect his safety, confirm his true stance, and ascertain the extent to which he and Dumbledore are involved in this matter!" Brolin said.
Abigail nodded and said, "I only have one question—if I contact him at such a crucial time, will Wade Gray trust me? What should I do if he doubts my identity?"
"Don't worry, he won't doubt it." Brolin smiled confidently and said, "During your time teaching at Hogwarts, you had a very close relationship with those students and even fought against Dementors together. He will believe you."
—How could feelings that could be so affected as to change even the guardian spirit disappear so easily?
He kept those words to himself and didn't say them aloud.
A look of confusion flashed across Abigail's eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions. She simply nodded again and silently accepted the task.
"Rolando, I also want to let another voice begin to circulate—"
Brolin continued, "That video was actually a UMNO conspiracy!"
"They're posing as the long-vanished Purifiers, staging this public provocation. Their real purpose is to create chaos and infiltrate the Magic Council—the more serious the consequences, the better, understand?"
Stern breathed a sigh of relief: "That's easy. The public is much more likely to believe this is a UMNO ploy than a fifteen-year-old student. But... what if the UMNO hears the news and actually comes to America..."
Brolin chuckled, "That's something Hawthorne has to consider, isn't it?"
Stern felt uneasy thinking about Grindelwald's behavior decades ago, but he also knew he couldn't always dampen his boss's spirits, so he nodded hesitantly.
Brolin added, "Hmm... and that method you mentioned before—abandoning a few outposts with questionable loyalty and inconsistent with the organization's ideology—should also be implemented so that the Aurors can achieve some success in the operation."
He chuckled and said, "We always need to give Congress a little something in return to make it easier for them to follow the lines we've drawn..."
"When the Magical Congress, Dumbledore, the Sorcerers, and those who are secretly sabotaging us all start to distrust and weaken each other, that will be the time for us to deliver the fatal blow!"
"A fatal blow?" The man in the raven mask spoke coldly. "Excuse my bluntness, Mr. Brolin. Even if the forces you just mentioned have exhausted most of their strength, what remains is beyond our ability to resist."
Brolin, however, did not find it offensive, and simply smiled slightly: "Indeed... but my friend, do you know what the 'Prometheus' project is?"
The man in the raven mask was silent for a moment, then said, "I guess you're not talking about the god who brought fire to humankind?"
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"Crash-"
Heavy rain.
Dark, heavy clouds seemed to press down on us, and the rain swallowed up all the city's brilliance; as far as the eye could see, only raindrops were falling wildly.
Occasionally, a pale flash of lightning would tear through the darkness, illuminating a not-so-tall church hidden at the end of the street. The stained glass windows, illuminated by the lightning, cast a chilling light onto the walls, giving even the solemn and sacred figures a more sinister air.
Suddenly, a long creaking sound rang out from the rain.
Vader, holding a black umbrella, pushed open the heavy oak door. The sound of the wind and rain amplified instantly, only to be largely shut out as he turned to close the door. Antoine, who had strode over, took the umbrella from Vader, then frowned at the completely soaked hem of Vader's clothes and trousers, and said with a frown:
"Wade, did you wade through the water to get here?"
Wade looked down and said casually, "Just got a little rained on."
As he spoke, he drew his wand and cast a warming spell on himself. His whole body was quickly warmed up, and his clothes dried rapidly.
"Why not use windproof and spellproof?" Antoine asked.
"Getting caught in the rain occasionally can help clear your mind."
As he spoke, Wade turned his gaze forward.
The interior of the church was even darker than the exterior, with only a few flickering candles illuminating a small area. A figure sat on the front bench, his silvery-white hair bathed in the warm glow of the candlelight.
“Go ahead.” Antoine patted Wade on the shoulder and said softly, “The master has been waiting for you for half an hour.”
Wade paused for a moment before walking over.
"It's been a long time, Mr. Grindelwald."
Grindelwald didn't turn around; he gazed at the blurred shadow on the cross and said:
“Look, Vader, how many gods have Muggles created for themselves? They worship this poor fellow who was nailed to the cross, entrusting all the happiness and misfortune in their lives to a void will, yet they are unwilling to even release him from the cross.”
Vader sat down in the chair next to him, looking relaxed at the idol, and said:
"When humanity is unable to understand the world with its own knowledge, it will naturally create something higher than itself to explain everything."
"But what I can't understand is that those who are worshipped as gods are often people who have suffered great injustice in their lives and died tragically—as if this can bring them some kind of solace and hope."
"But...shouldn't God be all-knowing and all-powerful?"
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Grindelwald laughed and said, "Even if a god exists in this world, he cannot truly be omniscient and omnipotent."
He looked at the boy and asked, "Wade, what do you believe in? Jesus, Merlin, or God?"
Wade turned to look at the old man and said, "I am an atheist. If I have to believe in anything... then I believe in myself."
“Haha…” Grindelwald laughed: “Very good.”
He looked at the cross and said, “When I was your age, I believed that God must exist, but I didn’t have any faith—at the same time, I thought most worshippers were hypocritical.”
With a sigh, he said, “Look, they created God, and then put themselves in the position of servants, worshipping, offering sacrifices, and willingly being deprived of them.”
"But when they are no longer satisfied with worship or fear, they will break into the divine realm and steal the 'heavenly fire' that does not belong to them!"
Sensing the subtle hatred and resentment in his tone, Wade vaguely understood: "Prometheus?"
“Yes, Prometheus,” Grindelwald said with a mocking smile. “Those who try to steal fire, calling their plans by the name of a god.”
(End of this chapter)