President Jacques froze at the unexpected question, then frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." Minister Bonaparte pressed, "your eldest daughter was previously in very poor health because of some magical illness."
"So, under the arrangements of Ministry of Magic staff, she went to Saint-Landry for treatment. Mr. Lovegood cured that magical illness, and then she became a Wizard?"
President Jacques nodded. "Yes. I never imagined that Laurence was... was a Wizard! Anorexia was actually a manifestation of Wizard traits!"
Minister Bonaparte did not dwell on President Jacques's inability to distinguish between a Squib and a Wizard.
He merely needed a definite answer from President Jacques to confirm his suspicion.
Yet even after receiving that answer, he still doubted his own conclusion. He could not help muttering, "Can something like this... really be done?"
"What exactly are you planning to do?!" Karl Gustafsson's voice had gone shrill, and his words trembled slightly.
He truly could not suppress his fear of the unknown. "First you suddenly brought up the 'Paris Region Incident,' then some Dark Magic creature. This is a blatant threat!"
"I..." He swallowed hard and instinctively glanced at the other Muggle High-level officials, only to find that those so-called colleagues had all looked away, unwilling to meet his eyes.
Clearly, the Muggle High-level officials who had previously conspired with him were now all doing the same thing: distancing themselves from him and avoiding any response.
"We!" Even in the face of this, he drew a deep breath and forced himself to continue. "We will never submit!"
"There are so many people watching! Mr. Lovegood, you had better carefully consider what consequences your next actions will bring!"
"May I take it that..." The smile remained on Vizet's face, a stark contrast to Karl Gustafsson's blustering cowardice.
"Mr. Gustafsson,