In the Seine River, the war between the Joint Force and Oxta's prisoners was raging fiercely, while inside a safehouse built by the Goblins for themselves...
The officials from the various Ministries of Magic who had participated in signing the "Mutual Defense Treaty" had all gone pale and fallen silent.
Anyone who was not utterly stupid should have understood that, under the current circumstances, the exposure of magic was inevitable.
For a long time, people in the magical world had believed that the Witchcraft Secrecy Act was a form of protection for Muggles.
But when the magical world truly stood on the brink of exposure, these powerful figures of the wizarding world felt as though their clothes had been stripped away and they had been cast into a barren wilderness ravaged by cold winds. The chill seeped into them, from body to soul!
They suddenly realized it.
The Witchcraft Secrecy Act was also an indispensable shelter for wizards!
"Please, everyone, don't be pessimistic—"
Old Bana stepped forward at this moment, his expression grave as he faced the group of "young juniors."
"We still have a chance to protect magic's secret, everyone!"
"How?"
The hot-tempered Minister Adenauer also looked utterly lost.
"In fact, Amosta had considered the terrible situation we are facing now—"
Taking a deep breath, Old Bana snapped his fingers. After a brief flicker of sparks, a flask landed in his hand.
The officials from every Ministry of Magic crowded around, staring intently at the unremarkable flask.
"This is..."
Amelia stared at the flask, her expression doubtful.
"Venom of the Diricawl—"
Old Bana spoke with a hint of emotion, and his admiration for Amosta rose to another level.
"Venom of the Diricawl..."
Chairman Kouhaug froze for a moment, then gave a soundless laugh.
"So that's how it is... Well