As Dumbledore's words fell, it seemed as though the heavens were heralding something.
The rising sun tore through the thick clouds in the east, spilling brilliant rays that swept away winter's lonely chill with majestic force!
At the end of the street below, the sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps rang out.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
The resounding rhythm struck at everyone's heartbeat, step by step, while faint tremors traveled through the ground beneath their feet.
The spectators stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, looking curiously toward the end of the street.
"Huh? What's that sound?"
"It sounds like footsteps. But why does it sound so powerful?"
"Ah, what's that?!"
As the footsteps drew closer, gradually drowning out the crowd's chatter, an awe-inspiring sight slowly came into view.
The dignitaries from various countries on the reviewing stand were so startled that they rose from their seats.
As representatives of powerful nations, Candice and Alosha had always been proud.
Judging others by themselves, they had assumed that England's apparent strength was merely a facade, concealing its underlying weakness.
But when they saw what emerged around the street corner, even their previously composed faces lost their color.
"This!"
"How is that possible?!"
Even Dumbledore was slightly surprised. Looking down, he too became momentarily lost in thought.
How much had Shawn been doing behind his back?
What could astonish so many people at once was, in fact, quite simple.
They were witnessing the first grand military parade in the history of the wizarding world!
As though emerging from the blazing sun itself, an imposing formation of wizards was the first to appear on the broad street.
Most shocking of all, these members of the Wizarding Army were enormous werewolves with long muzzles, hunched backs, sharp claws, and huge paws.
They wore black-and-gold breastplates and