"I'll first brief you all on the current situation—"
Amosta had not expected anyone to speak eagerly in such a public setting. He looked at the workshop heads from the various renowned industries of the British wizarding world, all standing with their hands folded before them.
"As you can see, a protest march is taking place here. The people behind me are its participants—"
Following Breen's gesture, many of them swiftly glanced at the workers with unconcealed disdain before immediately turning their attention back to Breen, who was speaking at length.
"Just now, while Minister Bones was negotiating with them, two people attacked her. They used their own bodies as vessels for Dark Magic, attempting to kill Minister Bones and severely injure the Ministry of Magic's elite forces. Fortunately, it was stopped—"
Amosta rested his interlaced fingers on the table before him. His tone was calm, and the authority in his eyes remained restrained.
"Although a detailed investigation has not yet been conducted, the preliminary judgment is that this was an organized and premeditated terrorist attack."
Having said this, Amosta closed his mouth. He silently watched the people around the conference table until they grew visibly uneasy.
Narcissa's expression remained blank, but inwardly, she frowned.
It was hard to say how many people had known beforehand about the attack on Bones, but as for the protest, Narcissa could guarantee that the people being questioned alongside her all knew about it.
She had thought Amosta had summoned them here with such fanfare to resolve the widespread shutdown of workshops.
"Forgive my discourtesy, Mr. Breen—"
A wizard in a black bow tie, who looked no older than thirty, was the first to succumb to the pressure of Amosta's gaze.
He tugged at his tie, his breathing growing heavier.
"A terrorist attack against