Just as the camera flashes were about to exhaust all the film, Sirius raised his hand.
"Of course, as I just said, this is a product that returns authority to the Ministry of Magic."
"So hearing a businessman like me sing his own praises is not enough."
His gaze turned toward the front row, settling on the middle-aged wizard who had worn a stern expression since the presentation began, commanding respect without a show of anger.
"Today, we are deeply honored to welcome a special guest. He understands the security of Britain's wizarding community better than anyone, and no one is better qualified to assess this product."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please give your warmest applause to the Head of the Auror Office, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour!"
Thunderous applause erupted.
Scrimgeour rose. He did not have Sirius's handsome looks, but he possessed the presence of a lion king, something only a battle-hardened veteran could command.
He wore dark, well-tailored Ministry of Magic regulation robes. Though he leaned on a walking stick, every step was steady and firm.
Several faint scars lent further authority to his weathered face. His keen eyes swept the room, and everyone who met his gaze involuntarily straightened their backs.
He walked to the lectern but did not speak immediately, merely tapping the amplifier lightly with his hand, producing two dull thuds.
That simple gesture quieted the room more effectively than any words could have.
"Mr. Black has just shown you this product's commercial prospects."
Scrimgeour began to speak, his voice low and hoarse.
"And I am standing here to tell you what it means in practice."
"I believe everyone here is well aware of the current situation."
He used no flowery language. His bluntness landed like a heavy punch.
"The Auror Office's resources are not unlimited. We respond