No one knew how long it took before someone finally reacted and began organizing people to work together to "escort" the two trolls that had "attacked" Heliotrope out of the Meeting Room. At the same time, they summoned a stretcher to carry Heliotrope Willis, who had been knocked to the ground by a single slap from a troll, to the Magical Hospital for treatment.
"That slap was brutal. Wonder if that woman got slapped to death by the troll!"
Watching the woman being carried away on a stretcher, Albert felt that the trip had been well worth it. He was also astonished by her stupidity.
Most people here did not actually care about the so-called Troll Rights Movement, nor did they care whether the group was radical. But Heliotrope should not have come here to stir up trouble during the International Wizarding Federation conference, much less foolishly brought troll guards into the meeting.
What was she trying to do? Suffocate everyone with the stench of pickled trolls?
While many spectators did not mind Heliotrope bringing some entertainment to the International Wizarding Federation conference, they also did not mind teaching that woman, who did not know her place, a small lesson.
Thus, the earlier scene had occurred.
It was rather amusing that the woman leading the Troll Rights Movement had been severely injured and sent to the hospital by the very trolls she considered harmless.
This incident would be remembered by history, and it would forever nail Heliotrope, who viewed trolls as harmless, to the pillar of shame.
Before long, what had happened here would surely become known to reporters from every country, then swiftly spread through the magical communities of various nations in newspapers. The Troll Rights Movement would consequently become an international joke.
In fact, after the meeting ended,