International Confederation of Wizards Delegation

Daphne took Hermione's small hand.

"And there's Vincent, too. Including the Wizard Cards incident, he's already given those Pure-blood Supremacy supremacists a good beating."

Yes, everything is slowly getting better.

"If the Ministry of Magic finds out that he and Mr. Chavez did it, we'll probably have a good show to watch."

"Pfft—" Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Given the precedent set by Ashiya Department Head and the other gentlemen, she could imagine Vincent leading all the students of Hogwarts to the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's gates, shouting that he was innocent.

She felt much better. "So what if it rots? We can just throw it away and plant a better one."

That sounds incredibly presumptuous.

"There's Potions Class this afternoon, do you want to go back and rest?"

"Yes, I'd forgotten!"

Over the next few days, Vincent felt that something about Hermione was different.

She no longer cared about the daily newspapers or any new developments at the Ministry of Magic.

Act as if nothing has happened, attend classes diligently and strive to earn points for the college.

This must be a sign of growth.

May 15th,

Representatives from the International Confederation of Wizards have arrived.

There were people of all skin colors, a total of 5.

Dumbledore, as the president, accompanied them into the Ministry of Magic.

A dark-skinned wizard in an earth-yellow robe beside him shifted his gaze from Fudge, who was standing in front of the Magic Brothers Fountain in the main hall.

"Albus Dumbledore, it's quite difficult to come to Britain."

"Now is the time, Babajide."

Babajide Akinbad, a graduate of the Uagadou School of Magic in Africa, is a veteran of the International Confederation of Wizards and has served as its vice president for 20 years.

"I understand, Albus Dumbledore." Babajide said no more.

He approached Fudge and extended his hand, saying, "It's been a long time, Minister Fudge."

"Long time no see, Vice President Akinbad."

Fudge seemed to be very familiar with the representatives, at least that's how it appeared.

"Welcome, Madam Chen."

Following the middle-aged witch with an Eastern face was a tall and robust young male witch.

"Anatoly, it's been years. I never imagined you'd become Russia's representative."

Next came a short, thin old wizard and a fat, middle-aged male wizard.

"Consul Campbell, Councilor Anatoly, the last time I saw you two was when I officially took office Minister for Magic, wasn't it?"

When Senator Campbell, who was about the Dumbledore, smiled, his face was covered with countless, dense wrinkles.

"Connell—I'll still call you Minister Fudge."

I doubt the other International Confederation of Wizards delegates who accompanied me were in the mood for reminiscing.

From Babajide's vice president to Senator Anatoly, everyone tacitly accepted his statement.

The International Confederation of Wizards is here to resolve matters; everything else should come after that.

Fudge showed no embarrassment whatsoever, as if he had been prepared for it all along.

"That's right, Congressman Campbell, work should come first."

Upon entering the Minister's Office, only Dumbledore was not intimidated by the documents piled up to half the room.

"I'm very sorry, I've made the delegates laugh at me."

The number of documents that haven't been processed in 10 days would indeed be that staggering... I just don't know if it was intentional.

Fudge, who had come to his desk, picked up a brown paper document bag.

"You may take a look at the general outline of the case first. I hope it will be helpful in determining the outcome of the trial on Saturday the day after tomorrow."

The content wasn't much; after Babajide finished reading it, he handed it to Campbell.

"Minister Fudge, didn't your Daily Prophet say that a mysterious force of justice took away the main culprit and his accomplices? Why is there no record of them in the report?"

"It's just a misunderstanding." Fudge sighed, looking down.

"I believe that you are all familiar with Rita Skeeter's reputation."

He shook his head helplessly. "That day, the operation in the Auror Office had just ended, and she went there immediately after receiving a message from her informant that evening."

Campbell, who had barely glanced at the document, looked up and said, "So there's no such thing as a mysterious force of justice; it's all just something she imagined?"

"As you said, yes."

He frowned and glanced at Dumbledore, seemingly casually.

The most powerful wizard in the world knew nothing about the case and had already stated that he had not participated in the search and arrest operation.

Does the British Ministry of Magic really have that kind of efficiency?

First, put a big question mark on it, then take a stroll around the interrogation rooms on the second floor.

The ringleader had a vacant stare, and the accomplices were all listless.

It turns out they had made preparations.

Babajide shook his head slightly at the other four members of the delegation.

He walked out of his office, first praising the efficiency of the British Ministry of Magic, and then stood in front of Fudge.

"Minister Fudge, I am personally very satisfied with how this matter has been handled, but isn't the court hearing the day after tomorrow a bit rushed?"

"No rush, we already have a complete chain of evidence, and we want to give the public an explanation as soon as possible."

Three years in office, never forgetting the original aspiration!

Behind Fudge, Umbridge took out a pink handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her soft sobbing attracted the attention of the delegation.

Madam Chen went over and offered a few words of comfort, feeling rather helpless.

They knew what Fudge was hiding, but none of them chose to bring it up on the spot.

"I'd like to go see the victims," Babajide said with a smile. "Minister Fudge, is that alright?"

"Certainly."

After two grueling Potions Class.

Vincent went into the Club Room and opened the newspaper.

The delegation from the International Confederation of Wizards, which arrived in the morning, first visited the Ministry of Magic, and then went to visit 17 victims at the British Royal Academy of Psychiatry.

The trial will officially begin the day after tomorrow; the efficiency is top-notch.

"Aren't you angry?" Hermione, standing behind him, pointed to a photo of Fudge with the delegation in the newspaper.

"It was clearly you and Mr. Chavez who captured those witches; the Ministry of Magic is stealing your credit."

Vincent put down his newspaper and shrugged. "I'm glad you're standing up for us."

However, we must follow the rules.

The International Confederation of Wizards is here to exert pressure and prevent similar incidents from happening again.

It doesn't matter who caught the witch; what matters is the attitude the Ministry of Magic showed to the delegation.

The scandal breaking at this critical juncture will only affect future rectification efforts that may or may not even continue, and will not help the current situation at all.

Hermione sat calmly across from him. "I don't believe you'll follow the rules."

Vincent immediately darkened. "Please, that's the Ministry of Magic."

Moreover, I am the sole nominee for the Wizengamot Youth Representative in the Britain, and at least on the surface, I cannot have any blemishes."

"So you mean you do something behind the scenes?"

"I'm just a 12-year-old wizard, how could I possibly do something that requires the entire Ministry of Magic to mobilize?"

Hermione chuckled and stood up. "I heard from Daphne that Uncle Lestrange has returned from Germany."

Gwent is currently doing very well, and in principle, it should stay abroad to continue expanding its market.

But with competitors on the verge of collapse, it seems there's no need to worry about anything anymore.

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