Carlton understood very well that the Muggle government and the Ministry of Magic stood on different sides.
"Mr. Wayne is currently the only expert capable of effectively handling magical disasters. His actions have received our highest authorization. We hope everyone from the Ministry of Magic will put public safety first, assist with the rescue operation, and avoid unnecessary conflict."
Kingsley looked at Carlton, then at the mysterious wizards focused on the rescue efforts, before finally returning his gaze to Vincent's back.
They showed no reaction whatsoever to the Aurors' arrival. Even if the Aurors walked right up to them, they might not spare them a second glance.
Kingsley took a deep breath and said gravely, "We understand the severity of the situation. Protecting innocent lives is also an Auror's duty. As long as Wayne's actions remain focused on rescue and disaster control—"
Before he could finish, the Magical Communicator on his wrist began to ring.
He raised his wrist, his expression darkening as he reluctantly switched to voice communication.
"Shacklebolt! Where are you?" Fudge's voice, shrill and distorted by rage and paranoia, immediately exploded from the communicator. His emotions were so intense that his voice even cracked.
"Have you seen that demon Vincent Wayne? I order you to arrest him immediately! Immediately! Everything he is doing now is not rescue work at all. It is a performance! It is an even greater violation of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, a terrorist act meant to flaunt magical power before the Muggle world, incite panic, and subvert the foundations of our society!"
Kingsley and the Aurors around him all frowned, while Carlton's expression turned especially ugly.
Having received no response, Fudge continued to exaggerate wildly. "Vincent Wayne is more dangerous than those curse-casting lunatics! He is a Dark Lord in hero's