Compared with the students in the Hogwarts Great Hall, who had restrained themselves despite their anger, Percy's nose had turned as red as his hair in the small conference room of the temporary Ministry of Magic in the Floating City. He swung his arms with all his might, veins standing out on his neck, and cursed furiously, "Utter nonsense! The United... United States planned and took part in the attack on the Greece dueling arena. The evidence is already conclusive... If, I mean, if even people who commit such evil can get away with it unpunished, then what fairness or justice is there to speak of?"
After Percy was the first to curse aloud, and after everyone saw that Owen's expression did not change in the slightest, the small conference room was filled with abuse in the blink of an eye.
"Despicable, shameless sons of bitches, daring to bite back."
"Once we take the United States, we'll make them pay."
"Where did they get the nerve to slander the Minister like this? We have to crush their arrogance."
"Speaking of which, I've lived this long... and I've never seen such rudeness." Owen sat in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table a few times as he instructed, "Percy, contact Picquery. I want to speak to him personally."
The room fell silent for an instant. Percy took out his magical mobile phone and operated it for a while, then suddenly adjusted his glasses, his voice turning a little shrill with shock. "Minister, the United States has refused the conversation. They are burning down their own Magical Congress and cannot contact Chairman Picquery."
The wizards in the room looked toward Minister Owen, waiting for his instructions. Everyone knew what this meant. The Americans were using this method to show