As Shawn inspected his fire dragon troops.
Behind him, the people who had already been thrown into a panic suffered terribly.
Take Howell Tiwis, for instance, that fellow who was all bluster.
The wind buffeted him from side to side, sending his hair flying and leaving him utterly disheveled.
Some witches, though equally unsteady, first clutched their hair and skirts, making quite a comical sight.
Several capable subordinates hurried to put up wind shields around their ministers.
Still, a few people on the reviewing stand remained completely unaffected.
Dumbledore, for instance. The gale could not come within three inches of him, and he continued leisurely eating Cockroach Clusters while watching the fire dragons with keen interest.
Then there was Carrow-er. That fellow was tough: he put up no protection at all, yet his legs seemed nailed to the ground as he stood ramrod straight against the howling wind.
The Female Ministers of Russia and America were impressive too, discreetly resolving their predicament with nonverbal spells.
Amid the chaos, many delegates felt that England was deliberately making fools of them.
Otherwise, why had no one set up a wind shield over the reviewing stand beforehand?
In truth, they were wronging the British Ministry of Magic staff in Hogsmeade. After all, the appearance of the Dragon Legion had caught them by surprise too.
An hour earlier, plenty of people might have voiced their displeasure. Now, no one dared get angry or speak up.
It was a simple reality: such was the awe inspired by overwhelming power.
Once the long formation of fire dragons had flown past the reviewing stand, the two female ministers of the great powers could no longer sit still, despite their efforts to appear composed.
After rising, they cast long looks at the utterly unruffled Dumbledore and the portly