What If I Suddenly Don't Want to Go?

"Andrew, the defense mechanisms here aren't up to par."

Bell frowned at Andrew.

Although today's incident had indeed been his own oversight, it was an undeniable fact that the defenses here had problems as well.

Setting aside that outdated notion that disarming someone of their Wand counted as disarming them entirely, the criteria for identifying Wands were way too lax!

Earlier, he had merely tried a desperate measure and casually made one for Yomi... He did not even want to call that thing a Wand.

And it actually passed the verification?

No, how had it passed?!

Though this had spared them the trouble of forcing their way through, Bell was not happy in the slightest.

That would make him proud, damn it!

"My deepest apologies, Young Master! I'll have the barrier specialists adjust the barrier right away."

Andrew bent over nervously as he apologized. At that moment, he practically wanted to strangle those barrier specialists who spent all day slacking off instead of doing their jobs.

After briefly pointing out several loopholes in the screening system and seeing Andrew carefully write them down, Bell did not make things difficult for him any further. Looking at the staff members who had restored order, he asked Andrew,

"Is everyone here?"

"Two people are still missing, Young Master. The teleportation was scheduled for eight o'clock. Would you like me to urge them?"

Andrew asked cautiously.

After what had just happened, he was terrified Bell would take his anger out on him.

"No need. Proceed with the teleportation on schedule."

Bell waved a hand, signaling Andrew to carry on as usual.

"Understood. This way, please. I've prepared breakfast for everyone."

Gesturing ahead, Andrew led Bell's group toward the building in the center.

Grrr~!

The moment she heard the word "breakfast," Hermione's stomach immediately responded.