"I actually had a better idea..." Wizet said with a smile, picking up the thread as he pointed a finger toward the sky.
At that moment, countless flashes went off before him at once.
It seemed that now that the International Confederation of Wizards Conference had reached the awards segment, the long-waiting reporters could finally swarm forward and photograph those about to take the stage.
Following the direction of the flashes, Wizet could even see Rita Skeeter and her photographer standing in the front row.
George's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood the meaning of Wizet's gesture. "Oh! That bomb on the moon!"
"It should be called a nuclear bomb, right?" Fred caught on as well. "They say it's incredibly powerful! Apparently Muggles are all terrified of it!"
"But if we do that..." Fred and George both looked eager to try. "It'll definitely scare off anyone looking to cause trouble. It's worth a shot!"
"Fred! George!" The moment Percy heard the words "nuclear bomb," his face twisted in alarm. "What are you talking about?! Don't give Wizet ideas like that!"
Though he still did not understand exactly what a "nuclear bomb" was, from observing everyone's reactions over the past few days, he had realized that the Muggle weapon called a "nuclear bomb" was at least as terrifying as a wide-area Killing Curse.
"Percy! You're wrong about that!" Fred shook his head. "Back when we were at school..."
"Wizet was usually the one inspiring us!" George added. "So really, you're still underestimating Wizet!"
Even after Selina Pendragon left with her companions, the awards segment continued for quite a while.
The reporters never stopped taking pictures. Camera flashes erupted one after another, so densely packed that there was barely any gap between them, leaving Harry and the others' vision completely