Shawn had given it serious thought, and he could think of only two things that would warrant such a massive effort from the Double Serpent Society.
Either the unknown prophecy or the mystery of the "system."
Those were also the two mysteries he wanted to unravel.
It seemed he really did need to talk to Soya.
In any case, he was confident enough not to fear any tricks Soya might play, and a fight probably would not break out today. His expression returned to its usual calm, and he nodded.
"All right."
A flicker of excitement flashed through Soya's crimson eyes.
"A very wise choice. Rest assured, I won't disappoint you."
Grindelwald, who was supporting Dumbledore, paused at Shawn's response, his mismatched eyes flickering.
After checking several times, he made no attempt to dissuade Shawn.
Just as Shawn and Soya were about to head to the reception room beside them for a private conversation,
another group came rushing through the main entrance. The kindly-eyed old man leading them immediately roared,
"Shawn, wait! You can't go with him! It will only bring you harm!"
The newcomer was none other than Old Fawley.
The group had clearly hurried here. Every one of his attendants was wounded, and dozens of black-clad Wizarding Army soldiers were pursuing them.
Old Fawley had plainly forced his way into the Administration Building.
The building was surrounded so tightly that nothing could get through, and neither Carrow-er nor Wenge would make allowances for Old Fawley or Alice.
The fact that this group had managed to get inside was proof of their formidable fighting strength.
Shawn waved the black-clad soldiers away, then cast a questioning look at Old Fawley, who was smoothing the wrinkles out of his clothes.
"Mr. Fawley, what exactly did you mean by that?"
Once he