The people in the Department of Mysteries were terrified by such a major incident.
They hadn't even had time to stop him before Glinklai had already made up his mind.
"Soren is going to die today. I said it, and even Merlin can't save him!"
The short, baby-faced boy looked just like a gang boss who'd grown up on the streets, his face set with grim resolve and ruthlessness.
He narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the Department of Mysteries personnel in the Black Hall.
"I may only be the acting boss, but I'm still the boss. I can't let people bully my men.
"Come on, all of you. Follow me. I'll get revenge for you!"
"Mister Klein! Please calm down!"
"Right, right. This is a major matter. We should ask Minister Dumbledore first."
"We still haven't confirmed where Soren is hiding. Even if you're doing this for our sake, isn't acting right now a little..."
Was this guy a mysterious wizard who traveled all over the world, or a London street gang boss?
He was a walking time bomb, ready to go off without anyone lighting the fuse.
Bode and the others came to their senses and jumped out of their chairs in fright.
"No need. Dumbledore said you and the Auror's Office are both under my command. There's no need to ask him. Just show me the way."
Seeing the anxiety on their faces, Klein chuckled to himself.
He was only hitting himself, so he felt no pressure.
A lone yang cannot grow; a lone yin cannot come into being.
Heaven Street had been having things its own way for too long. If no one applied pressure from outside, who knew what those black wizards, blinded by greed, might do?
By the same logic, if the