While Dumbledore discussed matters with Amelia Bones, Robert Bonham, and the others, the guests in the circular hall were all doing the same thing.
Benjamin Graves, President of MACUSA, frowned and asked in disbelief, "Picquery, that Lovegood... really did it?"
Seraphina Picquery, Headmistress of Ilvermorny, had a flickering gaze filled with extraordinarily complicated emotions.
"Mr. President, I can't explain it through common sense, but it did happen." She sighed. "He jumped three meters straight up and floated gently back down. I can only explain it with magic."
The conversation between Benjamin Graves and Seraphina Picquery echoed the thoughts of every guest present.
The wizards in particular wore strange expressions, their eyes revealing complicated emotions.
They vaguely hoped this Ritual Magic would succeed, yet they were also at a loss, unable to judge what changes its success would bring to wizards, the wizarding world, or even the Muggle world.
Just as Wizet had mentioned earlier, their attitude toward Squibs as a group was one of indifference.
They had never truly considered what changes transforming Squibs into wizards might bring to the current state of the world.
The upper echelons of the Muggle world looked increasingly grave, even somewhat unpleasant.
Unlike the wizards' bewilderment, they harbored an additional, unfamiliar emotion: fear.
Filch and Mrs. Figg were equally at a loss.
They could vaguely sense the changes in their bodies, and from that sudden leap earlier, they realized it had been their own "magical outburst."
Even so, their many years of living as Squibs had left them instinctively lacking in confidence, uncertain of what they were now.
Faced with this situation, the two of them almost simultaneously raised their heads and turned their eyes toward Wizet.
More than anyone else, they wanted to hear from Wizet the answer they longed for.
"I..." Hesitation