Steady?
Not a chance.
Dumbledore was not only a master strategist; he also dared to strike like Bolang!
The Dark Lord was now facing some unknown trouble. This was the perfect chance to finish him off once and for all, and the old man had no intention of passing it up.
Besides...
Thinking of the Horcruxes in his suitcase,
Dumbledore did not believe that he and Moody, working together, would lose to Voldemort.
"Moody, let's go."
The American Magical Congress was no help, and Dumbledore knew it. His only ally was his old friend.
He called out to him, then gave Samuel a warm smile.
"Mister Samuel, opportunity favors the prepared. If we let good fortune slip away, even Merlin would disapprove."
After a pause, he added solemnly,
"Besides, this is exactly why I came. Until the members of the English Ministry of Magic arrive, I'll have to help them shoulder some of the work."
"Ah, well..."
Samuel hesitated.
Just as Dumbledore had said, this might really be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Dumbledore was an internationally renowned Great Wizard, and immensely powerful.
If that was the case, then...
"All right, Mister Dumbledore. You've convinced me. I'm sorry we can't offer any meaningful assistance. May the power of magic always be with you."
Samuel sighed and bowed solemnly to Dumbledore.
He was placing the whole American mess on the shoulders of the old man standing before him. Even at his advanced age, Mr. Chairman felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Don't worry. We're only going to investigate."
If Dumbledore could have heard Samuel's thoughts, he would have been deeply embarrassed.
My friend, this isn't actually America's mess. It's a piece of unfinished business from England's past...
"Let's go."
Seeing Dumbledore and Samuel talking endlessly, the impatient Moody's expression darkened.
Were they going