Baird gave a dry laugh and looked at Travers, Greenwell, and Ross beside him, but no one responded to his pleading gaze.
The shameless Travers naturally played the role of Weasley's loyal hound, smiling as he surveyed the yellowed surroundings.
Greenwell and Ross exchanged glances, secretly communicating about something unknown.
Even Amelia showed no resistance. Her stern gaze remained fixed on Vaughan Weasley's tapping fingers against the armrest, as though assessing the power of this strange magic.
John Baird suddenly understood why, when he had complained earlier, everyone had merely tried to persuade him with words without stopping him.
Because everyone in their group, including Amelia and Travers, wanted to know just how far Vaughan Weasley's magical ability had progressed.
The difference was that they were all clever. No one wanted to be the one to stick his neck out!
Only an idiot like him had foolishly revealed it!
As he thought this, a trace of shame and anger flashed through John Baird's eyes. He gave the others a deep look, and his voice, which had trembled only moments ago, suddenly became fluent because of his decision. "Yes, Mr. Weasley. I have some guesses about Fudge's actions. Even if you hadn't asked, I was about to tell you."
"Ever since you expelled him from the Wizengamot chamber last time, I think you know that Fudge would definitely retaliate against you. Not only do you know that—everyone who knows about it does, including Fudge himself."
"Of course, given Fudge's character, he would never swallow such an insult. He would only carry out his revenge more covertly and viciously. So what weakness do you currently have that he could exploit, while also fearing that others might find out about it?"
"You possess such formidable magical power, you come from the Weasley Family,