Among the Aurors guarding the highest ring of the council chamber, Ian's eyes were bloodshot, his fingernails digging deep into his palms. He was only a guard, not a councilman. On an occasion like this, he was forbidden to make a sound, much less speak his mind as they did. It made him feel as if his throat, heart, and chest were all tightly blocked, unbearably stifling for someone who had only just returned home.
Ian knew he had been used by the missing Gangdufushi, and had taken part in the attack as if possessed. Although he had come to his senses at the final moment, many people had still died because of him, and even his own sister, Jessica, had nearly been disfigured...
In the United Kingdom, because of his personal relationship with Allen, Ian had not been held accountable and had even received more protection. In the United States, because the operation had been kept secret, many of the radicals themselves had not known the arrangements for the attack; moreover, his name had not been on the list, so no control measures had been taken against him either...
Even his uncle Leonard, who had warned him before, had not blamed him after his return the way Ian had imagined. He had only kept comforting and guiding him. But faced with the current situation, even though no one else had accused him, Ian still could not get past it in his own heart—Harris was going to launch a war against the United States, and the country would suffer such a disaster because of what their radicals had done before...
"I'm on the Britons' list too! If it's for our American wizarding citizens, I have no problem going to kiss a Dementor... But I would like to remind you all