When the projected light on the table flickered, Wade had already frowned slightly. His pen paused over the parchment as he looked up.
He was all too familiar with this kind of interference-distorted signal.
The image rippled with static. Once it stabilized, a familiar face appeared.
Salina Goldstein's pale face filled the entire screen. Staring into the camera, she said in an unusually grave and forceful tone:
"Good evening, my fellow citizens. I am Salina Goldstein..."
Vera stopped what she was doing. The bedroom door opened, and Wito and Widel emerged one after the other—clearly, they had heard it too.
Only Viktor's interrogation had not yet ended, though his voice had dropped considerably.
"...I am sorry to disturb everyone on such a rainy night..."
The voice from the Streaming Mirror continued. Wade said nothing, merely watching in silence as his fingers tapped unconsciously against the tabletop.
"Is that the Auror who received Master when he first arrived in New York?"
Wito asked quietly as he stepped to Wade's side, his gaze fixed on the Streaming Mirror as well.
"That's her," Wade said.
"I know of her," Wito said. "Wilan had originally planned to give her some trouble! But after asking around, he decided there was no need."
"Why?" Vera asked with a frown, clearly displeased.
Wito shrugged. "Because Wilan heard that she's so righteous it borders on fanaticism. Petty, rigid, unpopular, but... supposedly, even Dark Wizards imprisoned in Azkaban believe she is an absolutely impartial Auror who would never distort the facts because of personal likes or dislikes."
In a country like the United States, where blatant discrimination and unequal treatment were everywhere, such conduct was exceptionally rare. Rarer still was that she had persisted in it all this time.
Just as she was doing now—doing something the high-ranking officials