Paris, Élysée Palace, Presidential Office.
"Impossible!"
President Jacques let out a beastlike growl. His face twisted as he shot to his feet and slammed a palm onto the heavy desk. With a bang, a deafening crash exploded through the room.
Just a minute earlier, when faced with the new information Dumbledore had revealed, his face had been livid, but he had still maintained restraint and dignity.
President Jacques's sudden change caught Minister Bonaparte, who was listening in, completely off guard.
Minister Bonaparte truly had not expected President Jacques, who had barely been keeping his sanity moments ago, to suddenly become so frenzied, as if someone had forced an excessive dose of Madness Potion down his throat.
"Mr. Dumbledore!" Minister Bonaparte's voice cracked as he desperately asked for help. "What's wrong with him?"
"You devils who bring disaster!" President Jacques roared himself hoarse. "You damned pigs!"
"And now you're telling me that a mad wizard is going to bring... bring that thing... into my France! Into my France and set it off?"
He swept up the fountain pen, ink bottle, thick classified documents, and everything else within reach. All of them became weapons in his hands, raining down on Dumbledore and Minister Bonaparte.
Dumbledore's tone was somewhat graver than before. He lightly waved his wand, and the flying weapons turned into candy, fluttering gently to the floor. "I'm afraid he has been affected by magic."
"Magic?" Minister Bonaparte seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly changed. "Those black specks that drifted through the room earlier?"
President Jacques screamed madly, "You should all be burned to death! None of you should be spared! Die! All of you, die! A bunch of trick-playing frauds! I want every last one of you dead!"
Once everything on the desk had