The Muggle Prime Minister's Demands for Answers

Faced with everyone's shameless attempt to pin the blame on him, William felt... completely unconcerned.

After all, it was that little brat Bell who blew up the moon. What did that have to do with William?

William could thump his chest and righteously tell everyone that he knew absolutely nothing about that matter!

What could he do? When you didn't know, you could be this brazen!

Besides, everyone was respectable. When speaking and acting, they needed evidence. Without clear evidence pointing to the Menethil Family, the others could only grumble about it and couldn't really do anything to them.

Therefore, in the face of everyone's doubts and accusations, William merely smiled faintly before raising the confidentiality level of the relevant information by another two grades.

Everyone with knowledge of the Moon Research Base was once again subjected to a strict investigation by the review department. Their movements were restricted for a short time, and they were forbidden from contacting outsiders.

As the saying went, no matter how tightly you guarded against outsiders, it was hard to guard against thieves within the house. What nearly made the veins in William's head burst was not the Wizards on the European continent, but the personnel within the British Ministry of Magic itself.

As everyone knew, after Fudge, the previous minister of Magic, stepped down, the British Ministry of Magic had fallen into the hands of the Menethil Family. Since then, without exaggeration, at least within Britain, the Menethil Family had become the undisputed uncrowned kings of the Magical World.

However, this world had never lacked ambitious people coveting the throne. Faced with the Menethil Family's relentless pressure, these ambitious people could only band together for warmth, lurking like venomous snakes and watching every move the Menethil Family made, hoping to find a weakness.