Seated elegantly among the English delegation, Shawn was not particularly surprised to see these uninvited guests.
This was his first formal encounter with members of the Double Serpent Society.
Before this, he had only seen them as heaps of flesh blown apart by self-detonation, or in recorded footage.
Setting aside the Cloak Figures wreathed in black smoke, there was their leader, a man named Soya.
Although Soya kept his aura restrained, Shawn could tell from the presence he sensed that this was a seasoned Legendary.
He's very, very strong. I probably couldn't beat him without playing my trump cards.
He then surveyed the dozens of Cloak Figures who had entered with Soya.
He wondered what they were relying on to dare stride so brazenly into the lion's den.
There was no need to think about it. His various armies had already surrounded the place.
On top of that, there were three Legendaries-himself, Dumbledore, and the old fan playing with a Rubik's Cube-and the advantage of home ground.
With so few people, the Double Serpent Society was clearly at their mercy.
Shawn did not let his overwhelming advantage make him careless. Instead, he raised his guard to its utmost.
In the hall, Dumbledore was momentarily stymied by Soya's shameless excuse, and his brow furrowed.
"Soya, everyone attending is a representative of a national Ministry of Magic. Which Ministry of Magic could you possibly represent?"
Soya casually pointed the scepter in his hand around the hall, speaking with a hint of arrogance.
"Dumbledore, whatever pleases you. Of the 156 Ministries of Magic present, I can represent whichever one you wish."
As his scepter pointed at them, those singled out rose one by one, then dropped to both knees before Soya.
They cried out reverently.
"Your subordinates pay their respects, my lord!"
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