During this process, those Muggle higher-ups seemed to realize something.
How long had it been? Why was the smoke already beginning to clear?
Earlier, when they had used those Muggle soldiers in "magical power armor" to deal with the Auror named John Dawlish, the smoke had clearly taken much longer to disperse.
They instinctively raised their hands to check their watches and found that only a few dozen seconds had passed, whereas before, at least ten minutes had gone by...
Such an obvious abnormality filled them with a sense of foreboding.
They vaguely realized that things were slipping out of control, heading in the direction they least wanted to see.
Sure enough, once the smoke cleared, Wizet was the only one still standing.
Those Muggle soldiers clad in "magical armor" lay sprawled across the ground, clearly unconscious.
Wizet, within the screen, raised his wand and gave it a casual wave.
Several large, soft beds appeared out of thin air on the ground, lifting up the unconscious Muggle soldiers.
At the sight of this, the examiners all pressed their lips together, doing their best to keep themselves from laughing aloud.
Some even turned their heads away, their shoulders shaking.
Like those Muggle higher-ups, they had never expected the "magical power armor" they had been so worried about to be dealt with so easily.
Rows upon rows of guns appeared on the screen again. The instant they appeared, bullets poured forth like a torrential downpour, their muzzle flashes making the screen flicker between light and dark.
Wizet did not stop walking. He even seemed to have anticipated that another attack would come.
The moment the guns appeared, he had already raised his wand and waved it with casual ease, as though brushing a speck of dust from before him.
That simple motion