"As the representative of the United Kingdom branch of the International Confederation of Wizards, I'm not in a position to offer a unilateral explanation here and now for the issue Mr. Wigsworth has raised..." Allen looked around at the wizards, who were practically holding their breath, and replied, "As for the questions that have drawn everyone's attention because of the book Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, just as you said, Mr. Wigsworth, the International Confederation of Wizards will hold a meeting shortly at the Department of International Magical Cooperation to discuss the matter. I ask all media outlets to regard the final explanation released after the meeting as authoritative. With that, we'll end things here for today." Allen pressed both hands downward, gave Percy from the conference staff a look, then turned and headed toward the lift.
Percy immediately understood. He bowed slightly and hurried forward to announce the end, joining the Aurors maintaining order at the side to block the reporters, whose excitement had surged as if they had been injected with chicken blood—especially those reporters with Pureblood families behind them, who had already thought up their headlines. They had decided this was Harris dodging the mistake they had made and trying to shirk responsibility.
With a burst of clanking and rattling, a lift descended in front of Allen. The golden grille doors slid gently open. Allen stepped inside, and in that empty space, he straightened the wizard robes on his body and tossed the Order of Merlin he had just received into his space.
The lift slowly rose until a cold woman's voice rang out: "Level Five, Department of International Magical Cooperation, including the International Magical Trading Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the United Kingdom seat of the International Confederation of Wizards."
The doors