A Grand Lie

Late at night.

International Confederation of Wizards.

Main Conference Room.

This was a large conference room with more than two hundred seats, capable of accommodating representatives from every country in the world for a simultaneous meeting.

Just like now, an emergency meeting was underway.

Representatives hurried in one after another, panting as they whispered among themselves in their seats.

Some were even still wearing pajamas.

The screen synchronizing reports of the attacks had been magically moved into the conference room, filling every representative's face with concern.

"Ms. Granger, you said you received the report this morning. Why did you wait until now to notify us? This is a grave failure on the part of your United Kingdom Ministry of Magic and government!"

The moment Hermione finished explaining the cause of the attacks on the stage, a representative openly accused her, pounding the table with his finger.

Many representatives nodded in agreement.

At this point, it was almost inevitable that every country would suffer attacks.

If they could find a scapegoat, they could at least make another country bear some of the losses.

Seeing this, Harry stepped forward and replied loudly, "That is because the situation has continued to worsen in extraordinary ways, and the mastermind possesses strength no less than that of any Dark Lord in history. No Ministry of Magic could possibly contend with this alone!"

A Dark Lord!

After several rounds of reforms, although the representatives of each country were not necessarily wizards, they were certainly people with ample understanding of both the magical and political worlds.

They had at least heard of the Dark Lords of history—or rather, every wizard of formidable power.

For a moment, the discussion in the conference room surged.

If the enemy was on the level of a Dark Lord, then the current