Thomas's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the center of the conference table hard.
Pist turned pale, jumped up from the large leather seat like a mouse whose tail was stepped on, and backed away:
"You are crazy! Thomas, you are slandering! I am the acting minister, and you dare to speak nonsense here without any evidence!"
But these officials who have spent most of their lives working at the top level of Wizarding World are not fools.
Pist's guilty look and cold sweat, coupled with his attitude of trying desperately to block the dispatch of troops and even using International Statute of Secrecy to suppress others, have already explained the problem.
No more nonsense was needed, two red lights instantly lit up in the conference room.
The director of Department of Fantastic Beasts Management and another old man Auror who responded quickly waved Wand at the same time.
"Incarcerous!"
Several thick magic ropes appeared out of thin air and tightly wrapped around Pist's hands and feet like a spiritual snake, tying him up with his chair.
Pist struggled desperately, and the letter of intent with the stamp of Vought International from the inner pocket of his suit fell out and fell on the smooth floor. The black and white words on the paper completely confirmed his betrayal.
Just as Ministry of Magic officials were preparing to interrogate the traitor, there was suddenly a heavy running sound in the corridor.
Those were the four bodyguards in suits who were arranged by Vought International to "protect" Pist outside the door.
They heard the explosion of magic spells in the conference room, rushed over without hesitation, directly smashed the rickety mahogany door with their shoulders, and rushed into the conference room like four angry bulls.
"Kill them! Take Pist away!"
The leading bodyguard roared, veins popped out in his thick arms, he grabbed a solid oak chair next to him and threw it at Thomas like a baseball.
The conference room instantly became chaotic.
The young ranger who luckily escaped was so frightened that he trembled all over, hugged his head and shrank under the table.
His mind was filled with those terrifying monsters in the forest that resisted spells and tore apart their companions with their own hands.
But those sitting in this conference room are, after all, the real elites and veteran combatants of North American Wizarding World.
Facing the sudden attack by these four suit thugs, their initial panic only lasted half a second, and they quickly showed their extremely high fighting qualities.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Impedimenta!"
"Stupefy!"
More than a dozen Wand were raised at the same time, and the colorful magic light intertwined into a dense network of firepower in the conference room.
Those four bodyguards are really rough and thick-skinned.
The one at the front took an ordinary Knockback Jinx, leaving a big hole in his suit's chest, but he just shook his head and continued to charge forward through gritted teeth.
But this is their limit.
When three or four high-intensity Stunning Spell and Petrificus Totalus hit the same person at the same time, even a strengthened body cannot withstand the absolute superposition of this magical energy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In less than two minutes, the four originally aggressive Vought bodyguards fell stiffly to the floor one after another like chopped down wooden piles, rolling their eyes and completely losing consciousness.
The conference room was silent for a few seconds, then erupted into a burst of relieved sneers and cheers.
"That's it?"
An official stepped forward and kicked the bodyguard who was as stiff as a stone on the ground with his leather shoe, with obvious disdain on his face.
"I thought it was some monster with three heads and six arms, but it turned out to be just a few slightly stronger Muggle."
He turned to look at the young ranger who was still huddled under the table, with a somewhat condescending lesson in his tone:
"Young man, when faced with Muggle's tricks, you not only lost Wand, you also lost your courage as Wizards. They were able to break through the forest barrier because of the traitor's internal response, not the body that is immune to magic! Look at these trash on the ground, they can't even survive two magic spells!"
The ranger opened his mouth and looked at the four big men in suits on the ground who were easily subdued, his eyes full of confusion.
This was indeed not on the same level as the monsters he encountered in the woods yesterday.
Could it be that he was really frightened and exaggerated the enemy's strength in his panic?
"Colleagues!"
The director of Department of Fantastic Beasts Management stood in front of the long table, holding Wand high in the air with an excited voice.
"The facts are before our eyes! Those little tricks of Vought International and the military are completely vulnerable to real magic! They think they can ride on our Wizarding World's neck by buying a traitor. It's simply a wishful thinking!"
"That's right! We must fight back immediately!"
"Assemble all Auror troops and launch a full-scale attack on Vought International's secret base!"
"Avenge Minister Joseph! Give those arrogant Muggle some color and let them see the true power of magic!"
The atmosphere in the entire conference room was instantly pushed to its climax.
The officials who had been uneasy about the unknown enemy just now were all red-faced and their morale was high.
They seemed to have seen the glorious scene where the Auror army razed Vought International to the ground and forced Stan Edgar to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Pist, who was tied to the chair, looked ashen. He closed his eyes, knowing that his life had come to an end.
However, this group of Wizardss, who are excited for the upcoming "magic war", have overlooked a fatal blind spot.
They had no idea what they had just defeated.
While New Compound V gives ordinary people absolute power and terrifying defense, it will also undergo irreversible mutations.
The soldiers who tore Wizards and hunted Fantastic Beasts in the forest were covered with scales and had a poisonous horn sticking out of their foreheads.
It is that inhuman mutation that gives them resistance to magical and physical attacks.
However, it is impossible for Edgar to send four monsters with rhinoceros horns and green scales to serve as bodyguards in the Magic Security Department's building.
That's because they're afraid that others won't know that they are Outsiders.
Therefore, these four unlucky guys who were sent to protect Pist were only injected with the lowest concentration version that was diluted more than ten times.
Apart from their more developed muscles and being several times stronger than ordinary people, they have no special effects at all.
Sadly, this group of high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials regard these four defective products that sacrificed their performance in order to maintain their human appearance as the highest standard of combat power for the Vought International mutant army.
An arrogant self-confidence based on a fatal misjudgment is rapidly spreading among the top brass of North American Wizarding World.