Lynn had a vague suspicion in his heart.
Or, this Old Minister is afraid of causing a complete collapse of the Wizarding World people, deliberately covering up the enemy's strength, and trying to stabilize the situation with a bowl of boiling chicken soup for the soul;
Or... this old man who cried bitterly on the podium was actually hiding some ulterior political compromises.
As for what the truth is, whether this Old Minister secretly reached any dirty tacit understanding with Vought International, Lynn has no evidence and has no way of knowing.
But he instinctively felt that behind this perfect speech, there was a hidden flavor.
"It was indeed a very touching speech."
Lynn took a sip of coffee and echoed in a gentle tone. He did not express the dark speculations in his heart to expose the belief that Joseph had finally established.
For an old man who has just experienced the collapse of his outlook on life, it is better to have a little hope than to tell him that the world may be more complicated than he imagined.
London, United Kingdom Ministry of Magic.
In Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's office, the green flames in the fireplace suddenly rose, reflecting an urgent encrypted letter on the table that had just arrived from North America Accio.
At this time, Europe Wizarding World is in a subtle calm.
Sirius Black has just escaped from Azkaban, and the entire United Kingdom Ministry of Magic is quarreling over the matter of Dementor stationed at Hogwarts.
However, the bad news from North American Ministry of Magic on the other side of the ocean caused the group of senior officials in the Whitehall underground to temporarily divert their attention.
"Three hundred elite Auror... were all wiped out overnight?"
Amelia·Madam Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was famous for his uprightness and rigorous scholarship in the original work, stroked his monocle with one hand, looked at the information in his hand, and knitted his brows tightly together.
Beside her, the director of Auror Office also looked solemn.
"North America The situation over there is very bad, Amelia Bones."
The subordinate reported in a low voice, "According to the official report over there, a group of extremely cruel illegal poachers teamed up with Dark Magic mercenaries to ambush their operational troops. Even the director of their management department and many senior officials were killed in the line of duty."
Madam Bones pondered for a moment, walked to the huge multinational Two-Way Mirror, and injected his magic power.
Not long after, Two-Way Mirror rippled like water, and the haggard but still upright face of North America's top minister emerged in the mirror.
Old Minister's eyes were bloodshot, his snow-white beard looked a little messy, and his originally meticulous robe was stained with unwiped soot.
He looked extremely tired, as if he had aged ten years, but the perseverance and compassion in his eyes made anyone who saw him feel respectful.
"Amelia, long time no see."
Old Minister's voice was hoarse, with deep tiredness, "I made you laugh, North America is now in a mess."
"I heard, Your Excellency."
Madam Bones looked solemn, with sincere sympathy and admiration in his tone, "In three hundred years, North America has never suffered such a heavy loss. Cornelius (Fudge) and I have just discussed that if North America needs help, United Kingdom Auror Office can allocate manpower to tide over Atlantic Ocean at any time."
Old Minister was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, with a touch of touching restraint in his eyes.
"Thank you for your kindness. Amelia, Cornelius, I appreciate your kindness."
Old Minister shook his head. Although his voice was weak, his tone was extremely firm.
"United Kingdom is already in trouble for the escaped convicts Azkaban. Hogwarts's children also need protection. How can I mobilize your power at this time?"
He stroked his chest, coughed twice, and then said:
"This is our North American Ministry of Magic's responsibility, and it is also the responsibility of me, an old man. Those three hundred children sacrificed their lives to defend Wizarding World. As long as I am still breathing, I must personally seek justice for them. I cannot leave my home to others to protect."
Madam Bones looked at the old officer in the mirror, a trace of deep respect flashed in his eyes.
In today's Wizarding World, where the interests of all parties are entangled, it is really rare to have such a leader who does not want to trouble his allies, would rather shoulder the burden himself, and is dedicated to avenging the sacrifice of his subordinates.
"Then...International Confederation of Wizards, does Chairman Dumbledore know about it?" Madam Bones asked.
"I have personally written a letter to Dumbledore."
Old Minister sighed, "Albus is a wise man. I hope he can restrain Europe's black market and cut off the escape route of those poachers. As for North America's local villains, I will use our own way to bring them to justice one by one."
Having said this, Old Minister's eyes once again ignited that righteous anger, but he quickly restrained himself and bowed slightly in front of the mirror:
"Sorry, Amelia, I have to attend a few funerals of Auror's victims to appease their families, so I won't talk more."
"Please take care of yourself, Your Excellency."
Madam Bones was in awe and greeted him deeply.
The light of Two-Way Mirror gradually goes out.
Madam Bones turned around and sighed to Director Auror beside him:
"Look at this old chief, he is a real leader with character. In contrast, Fudge only cares about the public opinion in the newspaper all day long... If North America can survive this difficulty under the leadership of this old man, it will be the luck of the entire Wizarding World."
"Then do we still need to send people to investigate?" the subordinate asked.
"No need for the moment."
Madam Bones shook his head, "Old Minister is right. They have their own dignity and rhythm. Our rash cross-border intervention is disrespectful to the dead. Continue to pay attention to the news over there. If they really need supplies, we will fully support them."
However, it is far away across the ocean.
In the dark office of North American Ministry of Magic, Old Minister slowly put down Two-Way Mirror in his hand.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the people in the square outside who were spontaneously lighting candles for the deceased Auror and chanting his name. The old man adjusted his cuffs and put on his sad and determined expression again.
He opened the door and walked towards the mourners who were waiting for his embrace and comfort with a smile.