In the course of this, the Muggle High-level seemed to realize something.
How long had it been? Why was the smoke already starting to clear?
Earlier, when they had used those Muggle soldiers in "magical powered armor" to deal with the Auror named John Deloris, the smoke had cleared nowhere near this quickly.
They instinctively raised their hands to check their watches and found that only a few dozen seconds had passed, whereas before, at least ten minutes had gone by...
Such an obvious abnormality stirred a sense of foreboding within them.
They vaguely realized that things were slipping out of control, heading in the direction they least wanted to see.
Sure enough, when the smoke cleared, Vizet was the only one still standing where he was.
The Muggle soldiers wearing "magical armor" were sprawled across the ground in all directions, clearly unconscious.
On the screen, Vizet raised his wand and gave it a casual flick.
Several large, soft beds appeared out of thin air on the ground, lifting up the unconscious Muggle soldiers.
At this sight, the examiners all pressed their lips together, doing their best not to laugh aloud.
Some of them even turned away, their shoulders shaking.
Like the Muggle High-level, they had never expected the "magical powered armor" that had worried them so much before to be dealt with so easily.
Rows upon rows of guns appeared on the screen. The instant they appeared, bullets poured forth like a torrential downpour, muzzle flashes causing the screen to flicker bright and dark.
Vizet did not stop walking. He even seemed to have anticipated that another attack was coming.
At the very moment the guns appeared, he had already raised his wand and given it a slightly casual wave, as though brushing away a speck of dust before