Paris, Élysée Palace, presidential office.
"Impossible!"
President Jacques let out a beastlike growl. His face twisted as he shot to his feet and slammed his palm hard onto the solid desk. With a bang, a tremendous crash exploded through the room.
Just one minute earlier, when faced with the new information Dumbledore had given him, his face had been livid, but he had still maintained restraint and decorum.
President Jacques's sudden change of expression caught Minister Bonaparte, who was sitting in, completely off guard.
Minister Bonaparte truly had not expected that President Jacques, who had barely managed to keep his reason a moment ago, would suddenly become so deranged, as if someone had forced an overdose of Madness Potion down his throat.
"Mr. Dumbledore!" Minister Bonaparte's voice even went off pitch as he cried out in panic for help. "What's wrong with him?"
"You devils who bring disaster!" President Jacques roared himself hoarse. "You damned stupid pigs!"
"And now you're telling me that a mad wizard is going to bring... bring that kind of thing... into my France! Detonate it in my France?"
He snatched up the pen on the table, the ink bottle, the heavy confidential files... everything within reach became a weapon in his hands, hurled like a downpour at Dumbledore and Minister Bonaparte.
Dumbledore's tone was a little graver than before. He gently waved his Wand, and the weapons shooting toward them all turned into candy, drifting lightly to the floor. "I'm afraid he's been affected by magic."
"Magic?" Minister Bonaparte seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly changed. "Those black specks that drifted through the room a few minutes ago?"
President Jacques screamed in madness, "You should all be burned to death! Not one of you should be spared! Go die!