And once the conflict was brought into the open, even escalating into armed clashes, it could almost certainly be said that WAC would not be far from falling apart!
Lupin could not identify them from the corpses' twisted faces. He asked, "Who died?"
The people gathered around the bodies remained silent. Only Matthew answered flatly, "Alexander and Taylor. They were killed on their way back to the dormitory after work. François found them. As for what happened and who the killer was, we don't know yet—"
"I think it's already very clear!"
Before Lupin could ask further, François waved his arms and spoke loudly.
Only then did Lupin notice that François was clutching a newspaper. He shook it hard, and the vicious-looking faces in its interview photographs glared furiously at Lupin and everyone else. "Look! Look at these interviews! Those English wizards are shouting that they want to kill us all, and they've already made their move."
At those words, Lupin's heart skipped a beat. He quickly took the newspaper and lowered his head to read it.
The others had clearly already seen it.
"Enough, François!"
Matthew's voice was heavy. "You didn't see the killer. By the time you arrived, all you saw was darkness retreating into the distance. No one can prove the attacker was a local wizard."
"Yes, yes, I didn't see them. Then, Mr. Matthew—" François pointed at the two corpses on the ground, his wide eyes like pebbles. "Can you tell me exactly whom Alexander and Taylor, who had only been in England for a week, offended? What deep grudge did they possibly form that got them killed by the Killing Curse?"
He suddenly turned, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone present before settling on two werewolf wizards whose bewildered faces were mixed with grief and