Watching a spectacle was human nature, so when the United States delegation began "infighting," the other countries watched with keen interest.
For a rigid witch like Candice to become Council Speaker, she naturally had no shortage of intelligence or political skill.
She did not bother guessing whether Jarvis's motives were really so "noble and righteous," or whether some domestic political rival had sent him to cause trouble.
She secretly signaled the American Auror accompanying them as a security escort, telling him to subdue Jarvis quietly.
Whatever the issue was, they could discuss it afterward.
That Auror was Candice's trusted aide. He immediately understood the Council Speaker's hint and quietly reached toward his waist.
Who could have expected Jarvis to draw his wand first, as though he had anticipated it, and cast Petrificus Totalus at the Auror behind him?
Jarvis did not stop. He waved his wand, intending to keep firing spells indiscriminately at the others.
Candice finally understood. He was doing this deliberately!
She was just about to deal with this subordinate of uncertain motives herself. She could not let everyone keep laughing at them.
But suddenly, she looked sharply up at the sky.
Crack!
A thunderbolt-like spell had suddenly struck down from the purple aurora swirling across the dome, hitting Jarvis with lightning speed.
Purple arcs danced over Jarvis's entire body, lighting him up like a purple sweet potato. Every strand of his hair stood on end, and his whole body shook.
The spell fired from his wand dissolved in midair under the orange light extending from the purple glow.
Just as everyone was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, the hair over their foreheads lifted gently, as though touched by static electricity.
Their expressions shifted from surprise to horror as they looked up at the sky.
No one could have