Homecoming from Hogwarts

You could hear a pin drop in the huge conference hall. The participants all maintained an eerie silence as they looked at Minister Oroncos Adenauer, who was emotionally apologizing to the world's magic community on the podium.

Hope, who was sitting on the seven-person seat, raised his eyelids slightly, took in the expressions of the people opposite and behind the round conference table on the side, and sneered in his heart.

Not to mention the half century that Dumbledore has been in charge of the International Confederation of Wizards, even in the time when the Confederation was still strong, he had never seen so many participants in the Confederation's meeting hall remain silent in such tacit understanding.

Often, when an issue is raised, those who have no interest in the issue sit on the sidelines and the various interested parties engage in endless quarrels.

He turned a deaf ear to the advice of the federation's secretary, vice-chairman and chairman.

After all, the current International Confederation of Wizards relies entirely on the blood transfusion from the Ministries of Magic of various countries and is completely unable to mediate disputes.
Perhaps, its only function is to provide a place for representatives of various countries to argue when their international interests are involved.

"Okay, Minister Adenauer, we are aware of the specific situation—"

The oppressive silence in the conference hall made Hope feel uneasy, and the expressionless Amosta in the corner of his eye pushed Hope's uneasiness to the peak.

After thinking carefully about the possibility of Amosta Blaine going on a killing spree in the council chamber, Hope could no longer wait, and he interrupted Oroncos's uncharacteristic apology with ulterior motives.

After focusing everyone's attention on himself, Hope looked at Dumbledore, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"It's up to you to ask the questions, Hope."

Dumbledore said gently.

"cough--"

After nodding to Dumbledore, Hope's gaze moved to the face of the German Minister of Magic in front of the podium.

Oroncos Adenauer had a sinister look in his eyes, and Hope knew that he was angry that she had interrupted his performance.

But Hope knew he had to do it.

He had dealt with Amosta before and had some idea of ​​the style of this up-and-coming star.

He had to take control of the situation before Oroncos completely enraged Amosta.

After a moment's hesitation, Hope was about to speak when the voice of Minister Nash of the French Ministry of Magic rang out from the seven-person seat.
"Before the relevant personnel are questioned by the Council of Seven, I propose that all the people in the assembly stand up and observe a three-minute silence for the German Ministry of Magic officials who unfortunately died while trying to stop the atrocities in this incident, as well as the Muggles who died and were injured in Berlin!"

Hope's brows suddenly frowned, and she looked at the French Minister of Magic with anger in her eyes.

"Ah, thank you for your kindness, Minister Nash—"

Minister Adenauer, who was sitting in front of the rostrum, had a wet voice and he pulled out a silk scarf from his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes.

Dumbledore, who was standing among the seven people, moved his silver eyebrows and beard, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his deep blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses frame.

There is nothing wrong with observing a moment of silence for the victims, but the purpose of the French Minister of Magic's proposal is not simply to occupy the name of justice, even he must obey it.

In the grand meeting hall, there was the sound of benches being dragged occasionally.

But most people still sat where they were, carefully looking at the young man sitting in the seven-person seat.

The smart people in this conference room knew very well who the French Minister of Magic was slapping, and responding to Minister Nash's call at this time would undoubtedly add some strength to the slap!
Apart from the European wizarding countries, other countries that wanted to avoid the enemy did not want to get involved in this muddy water.

"Chairman Kohaug—"

Behind a row of conference tables behind the seven seats, Ms. Marcel White, who presided over the MACUSA and the Department of International Magical Cooperation, looked at Amosta's back with a worried look. After a brief thought, she leaned slightly towards Chairman Samuel Kohaug, who squinted his eyes and seemed to be asleep, and whispered,
“I think we should.”

Samuel Colehaug, who was old and wise, said nothing, but just dozed off, without any intention of standing up. In the seven seats, except for the French Minister of Magic who made this suggestion, the other six people all sat still.

Dumbledore's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes flickering, as if he was troubled by the current situation.

Hope Dregern stared at Nash, not disguising his anger, while the other three permanent vice-chairmen sat upright as if nothing had happened, their eyes pointed at the parchment in front of them.

In the conference room, less than one-tenth of the people were willing to leave their seats, and the reason for all this was very simple.

Not many people would like to mess with the young man sitting upright on the seven-person seat.

"Vice Chairman Brian--"

Looking around the meeting room, Minister Nash, who was sitting in the same seat as the other seven people, looked a little embarrassed. He put on a friendly smile.

"Don't you think we should observe a moment of silence for the victims of this incident?"

With his eyelids half closed, Amostas glanced at the French Minister of Magic from the side, then looked at Minister Adenauer who was glaring at him in front of him at the podium, half smiled and half sighed, then shook his head slightly and stood up slowly.

Before Adenauer and Nash showed any signs of joy, Amosta's steady voice echoed in the meeting room.

“I propose that for half a century all that has been done to prevent the spread of evil;

resist rioters who destroy the peace and order;
to judge the lawless;
To those who have sacrificed their health and even their lives to protect the balance between the magical world and the Muggle world;
And three minutes of silence for wizards and Muggles whose lives have been taken as a result of these evil activities!"

The confusion in Dumbledore's deep eyes suddenly disappeared, he pushed away the chair and stood up happily.

Glancing disdainfully at the French Minister of Magic, whose expression suddenly froze, Hope Dregern stood up unsteadily, and the other three permanent vice-chairmen also stood up one after another without any more worries.

Samuel Kohaug, Chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, woke up from his nap in time, put his strong hands on the conference table, and stood up leisurely.

Seeing Chairman Kohaug stand up, representatives from the Ministries of Magic in North America and various countries under the influence of the American Magical Congress responded one after another.

The purple-robed wizard with an Asian face who asked the question earlier squeezed out the chair behind him after a brief hesitation. Similarly, servants from various countries under his sphere of influence gathered together.

For a moment, the crowd that stood up was like the rising and falling waves.

Minister Adenauer's face on the rostrum suddenly turned ugly. The crowds standing up from all directions were like surging waves, bringing him incomparable pressure and suffocating him!

In just three minutes, Adenauer felt as if he had been roasted in the fire for a century!
"Well, Minister Adenauer--"

After the moment of silence, people saw the young man in the seven-person seat sit down slowly, so they sat down too.

Hope looked at him coldly.

"What information does the German Ministry of Magic have about the rioters who terrorized Berlin and breached the Extaposition Tower?"

"They are Death Eaters."

Veins popped out on Adenauer's forehead.
"A bunch of pure-blooded people from Britain with no morals or bottom line at all!"

"Thanks--"

Hope asked calmly,

"I don't think anyone here doesn't know who the Death Eaters are.
In your previous statement, you said that you suspected that the purpose of this group of rioters was to attack the secret places where criminals were imprisoned in various countries, rescue the criminals and strengthen themselves.
May I ask, what is the reason for your judgment? " (End of this chapter)