"Actually, I think I have the potential to become a high-ranking official."
Lockhart ate his ice cream. For some reason, his thoughts had wandered to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Perhaps his popularity in the Muggle world lately had made him think he could become a competent member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
John had no choice but to remind him, "If you become an official, you'll lose the chance to sign autographs for the fans you love."
The moment Lockhart, a model idol, heard that he could no longer give back to the people who loved him, the handsome middle-aged man grew troubled.
He agonized over whether to become an official or remain an idol.
John could hardly tell him that Percy didn't want anyone taking his wife's job.
Although John wasn't formally attending the United Nations meeting, he still observed the building from outside.
It was called a United Nations meeting, but apart from Wakanda, the leading nation behind the proposed Sokovia Accords, none of the other countries had brought any key figures.
John tossed his nearly melted ice cream into a trash can right in front of the vendor, who was glaring at him, then narrowed his eyes at a vehicle.
The oblivious Lockhart noticed none of this. Instead, after careful consideration, he decided he couldn't abandon his fans.
He could only reluctantly give up the chance to provide the Wizarding Kingdom with an outstanding Ministry of Foreign Affairs official.
"Even if I don't join the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I can still actively support their publicity efforts. Don't you agree?"
Lockhart turned his head, only to discover that John had vanished.
He looked around for John.
John had already approached a television station's van.
"Sir, you can't come any closer."
A police officer stopped John,