As Dumbledore discussed matters with Amelia Bones, Robert Bonham, and the others, the guests in the Round Hall were all doing the same thing.
North American Magical Congress President Benjamin Graves frowned and asked in disbelief, "Piqueri, that Lovegood... really did it?"
Ilvermorny headmistress Seraphina Piqueri's eyes flickered, the meaning in her gaze extremely complicated.
"Mr. President, I can't explain it by common sense, but it really did happen." She sighed. "Jumping three meters straight up, then drifting lightly back down to the ground—I can only explain it as magic."
The conversation between Benjamin Graves and Seraphina Piqueri was exactly a reflection of what every guest was feeling at that moment.
Especially the Wizards. Their expressions were strange, and complicated emotions showed in their eyes.
They vaguely hoped this Ritual Magic would succeed, yet they also felt lost and at a loss, unable to judge what changes it would bring to Wizards, to the Magical World, or even to the Muggle World if the Ritual Magic truly succeeded.
Just as Vizet had mentioned earlier, their attitude toward the group known as "Squibs" was one of indifference.
They had never truly thought about what changes it would bring to the current world situation if Squibs could become Wizards.
The expressions of the upper ranks of the Muggle World grew increasingly grave, even somewhat ugly.
Compared to the Wizards' confusion and helplessness, there was an extra emotion in their hearts: fear.
Mr. Filch and Mrs. Figg's state of mind at that moment was likewise one of confusion and helplessness.
They could faintly sense the changes in their bodies, and through that leap just now, realize that it had been their own "Magical Outburst."
Even so, so many years of living as "Squibs" still made them instinctively lack confidence, uncertain what exactly they