Carrow-er had once led teams around the world, so he knew exactly what the high castes of India were like.
Naturally, he showed them no courtesy. Resting his right hand on the wand holster at his waist, he warned them again.
"Sir, this is only a warning. If you refuse to listen, you will bear the consequences!"
As a minister, Howell had naturally not come alone. When his six or seven subordinates and his son saw him being humiliated,
they all rose from their seats and gathered around, ready to stand up for their minister.
Even outnumbered, Carrow-er remained utterly unafraid, his eyes full of contempt.
Dumbledore had noticed the situation long ago, of course, but had no intention of going over to smooth things out.
He had long since grown tired of such thankless work.
As Gell had said, all these troubles belonged to Shawn. What did they have to do with him?
And Shawn, who was indeed involved, had naturally noticed the commotion behind him too, but acted just as oblivious.
He trusted Carrow-er to deal with those vermin easily and merely turned his gaze toward the horizon.
Just as Carrow-er and the gaudily dressed group were about to clash, a series of dragon roars rang out from the clear eastern sky.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Everyone was startled by the sudden noise.
They felt as though, after this day in England, mere surprise no longer covered what they were feeling.
They had thought England's military parade was already over.
Yet there was more!
The French Minister not only had a vivid imagination but sharp eyes as well.
After seeing what was happening in the east, he fell off his chair in fright, landing on his backside and muttering hysterically.
"It's over, it's over. They won't even need a