After voicing his speculation, Lucius carefully studied Amosta Breen's expression.
Anyone who was not a hopeless idiot could understand why the Dark Lord had attacked Azkaban. His most loyal and elite Death Eaters were all imprisoned there!
And if the Dark Lord successfully found a way into Azkaban and rescued those most evil Death Eaters, the consequences would be far-reaching.
Needless to say, the Ministry of Magic would lose all face, and the British wizarding world would immediately descend into turmoil. It could even be said that this was equivalent to the Dark Lord announcing his return to the world and sounding the charge.
Lucius had previously assumed that Amosta Breen would fly into a rage upon hearing this news. At the very least, he should have felt nervous.
Amosta Breen might not care if the Ministry of Magic's authority was trampled upon, but he certainly did not want to see the wizarding world's order reduced to chaos.
But reality was vastly different from what he had expected. Amosta Breen did not show the slightest sign of tension. He merely leaned back on the sofa and rhythmically rubbed his thumbs together.
"A reasonable deduction—"
Amosta gave a slight nod, affirming Lucius's assessment.
"You do not intend to stop him?"
Amosta's reaction caught Lucius completely off guard. He asked in astonishment, but then Amosta Breen fixed him with a gaze as unfathomable as a deep pool. Lucius's heart trembled, and he instinctively lowered his head.
"My apologies, Mr. Breen. I should not have overstepped."
"It is all right, Lucius. I am not the Dark Lord, taking lives at the slightest provocation."
Amosta's tone remained placid.
"But you should understand that knowing too much is not a good thing, given your current position."
Lucius nodded with an ashen face.
Three months ago,