Time passed slowly. In the days after the Moon Landing, everything seemed to drag on forever, and countless people shared their opinions about it every day.
Wizarding media went wild with reports. Owl postmen delivered newspapers and magazines all over the world, and everyone eagerly followed every scrap of news about the whole affair.
The Moon Landing—a strange yet fascinating new buzzword in the Wizarding World.
It seemed that the American Magical Congress was the only one to suffer in the whole Moon Landing affair.
Chairman Tom Riddle was practically fuming!
Oh, but now was no time to lose his temper. He needed to pin the blame for this disaster firmly on the Order of the Phoenix and its leader, Dumbledore.
It should have been a simple matter, but the Moon Landing had stolen the spotlight, leaving him no way to make the entire wizarding community feel their pain.
According to his plan, the next step should have been to have various pitiful members of the Magical Congress weep in public. Newspapers, Radio Stations, all sorts of meetings—everything should have stirred up more outrage and sympathy.
It would create more opportunities for the Magical Congress to rise in the eyes of the public, while at home it would be the perfect chance to unite everyone.
But everything had gone wrong.
Because of that inexplicable Fiendfyre!
Even worse, the Order of the Phoenix, who held to a "justice" that only they believed in, had put on a hypocritical show of helping them. They had even rescued them from the Fiendfyre, turning what should have been public outrage into an awkward situation.
The Magical Congress Headquarters building had been completely destroyed.
Everyone had thrown themselves into salvaging supplies, hoping to recover at least a few documents from the ruins.
Records and archives