The sunshine of Long Island Estate is still warm.
On Lawn, four Little Turtles are practicing wielding wooden swords with Black Noir, Reggie and Tommy are playing with Street Fighter, Annie and Kevin are happily painting together.
Under the watchful eye of Lynn, John restored the Rubik's Cube in less than a second.
Everyone has their own thing to do.
Old Wizards Joseph was sitting on a wicker chair, clutching in his hand an urgent special edition of "New York Ghost" that had just been delivered by a gray owl.
There were no moving funny pictures on the front page of the newspaper, only a shocking blood-red color.
"Three hundred Auror were wiped out, and Wizarding World encountered the darkest moment in a century!"
This line of bold black characters was like a heavy hammer, hitting Joseph hard on the chest.
Old Wizards's hands were shaking violently as he scanned down the list of victims in the newspaper line by line.
Director Department of Fantastic Beasts Management, Supervisor Department of Magical Transportation... and hundreds of young names he had personally coached in the Auror training camp.
All gone.
Overnight, North American Wizarding World's most elite backbone was abruptly interrupted.
"Vought International...Edgar this beast!"
Joseph punched the rattan table so hard that he didn't even notice that the skin on the back of his hand was scratched.
Huge anger was like a fire, burning crazily in his withered chest.
He knew that it must be this group of people who carried out the night attack last night, and he also knew that Vought International must be prepared.
But he never expected that Muggle's Mutant Army would be so terrifying.
Three hundred elite Wizards, who were armed to the teeth, didn't even last a night and were slaughtered like weeds.
After the anger, there is a deep feeling of powerlessness.
Joseph collapsed on the wicker chair and closed his eyes in despair.
Wizarding World's top brass suffered numerous casualties, and even the most capable Auror was wiped out.
North American Wizarding World's sky has really fallen.
However, when he reopened his eyes and looked at the headlines on the lower half of the newspaper, a layer of warm mist suddenly appeared in old Wizards's eyes full of despair.
That is the transcript of the all-hands speech delivered by the top minister of Ministry of Magic early this morning.
The newspaper comes with a tiny moving photo.
In the photo, Old Minister, who has snow-white hair and a weathered face, is standing in front of the fountain in the Ministry of Magic hall, leaning on the dark red wooden cane.
He has no airs of superiority, only compassion and unyielding eyes.
Joseph's vision was blurred, and he read the powerful speech in the newspaper word by word.
"They died to defend the dignity of Wizarding World! They died to protect the weak! Their blood flowed on this land, not to make us cry and escape here, but to awaken our courage!"
"I promise you, I will definitely find out the details of those villains! No matter how deep they hide in the ground, no matter what their background is, I will definitely find them out! I want to seek justice for those children who died! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
Big drops of tears rolled silently down Joseph's wrinkled cheeks, dripping onto the newspaper that smelled of ink.
Old Wizards cried.
Not because of fear, but because of an indescribable feeling and awe.
At this time, everyone was frightened by Vought International's bloody methods, and at this time, even he himself chose to be a deserter and hide in Long Island Estate to survive.
The elderly minister did not back down or compromise.
He used his old bones to hold up the last trace of Wizarding World's dignity and character.
He defined those Auror who were massacred by Vought International as heroes against illegal poachers, and used the firmest oath to calm the panic of the entire Wizarding World.
"Your Excellency Minister..."
Joseph covered his face with tears streaming down his face, "Wizarding World You are still here, there is still hope."
In Joseph's heart, this Old Minister is simply the brightest beacon in the darkness.
As long as there is such an upright leader who is willing to seek justice for the dead, Wizarding World will never collapse.
A steaming cup of Black Tea was gently placed on the rattan table by a slender and clean hand.
Lynn didn't know when he walked into the sunroom.
He did not make a sound to disturb the old man who was crying for his compatriots, but stood quietly aside.
Joseph hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve and pushed the newspaper in front of Lynn, with a kind of sadness, anger and pride in his voice that was difficult to conceal.
"Mr. Lynn, I made you laugh. Three hundred Auror... are all gone. That lunatic Edgar, he is simply a devil with no bottom line."
Old Wizards pointed at the dynamic photo of Old Minister in the newspaper and said with red eyes:
"But we Wizarding World are not intimidated. You see, this is our top minister. As long as he is still there, as long as there is still this kind of character that would rather die than surrender, Vought International's conspiracy will be crushed sooner or later!"
Lynn picked up the cup of black coffee in his hand and glanced calmly at the contents of the newspaper.
The headline of the news is very eye-catching, and the righteous speech can also arouse emotions.
But in Lynn's dark eyes, a trace of doubt quietly flashed across.
Three hundred elite Wizards were massacred. With such a tragic battle and such horrific casualties, this Old Minister actually downplayed the enemy as "illegal poachers and Dark Magic mercenaries" in his speech?
Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.
This characterization is so strange.
From the information brought back by Benjamin and Black Noir, it can be seen that Vought International uses a real modern military industry system and the established Mutant Army.
North American Ministry of Magic As a local snake, Intelligence Network cannot be so slow that he can't even find out any clues about the enemy's real background.
Why don't you dare to name Vought International directly?
Why downgrade such a large Mutant Army to a group of stragglers and poachers?
Lynn had a vague suspicion in his heart.