The two of them, lost in stroking animals, lost track of time and only returned to the upstairs sitting room when Owen, who had already come back, called for them.
Owen had not washed up after returning, so he looked rather travel-worn. He called them over to sit on the sofa, then carefully asked about the conversation between Allen and Lucius. When he heard that Voldemort had already sent Death Eaters into Muggle society to cause chaos, Owen's fingers tapped rhythmically against the sofa.
"This really isn't easy to solve." Owen frowned and stayed silent for a long while before saying, "The armed Aurors under Albert are all well-trained elites. They'd have no problem in a direct fight, but their numbers are pitifully small compared with the whole area of Britain... And even if the patrol Aurors under Scrimgeour don't get in the way, adding in the armed forces of Umbrella's Red Umbrella Department still wouldn't be enough to protect every place from trouble."
"If they really plan on doing something like setting a Fiendfyre and running without looking at the result, then it will be rather hard to deal with." Lenn sat beside Owen, holding a teacup and trying to pour himself some black tea, only to find a little Occamy hidden inside the cup. With practiced, gentle movements, he took out the sleeping, unwary little creature and placed it into the pocket on his chest before continuing, "As long as we can firmly protect the Magical World and keep any security problems from appearing there, the trouble won't be too serious. At most, we'll run into countries like the ones Allen warned before through his membership in the International Confederation of Wizards taking the chance to warn us back in retaliation... But in the long run, this is