In the North American Ministry of Magic hall, the atmosphere was like a Gunpowder barrel that was completely ignited.
Old Minister stood on the high podium and dropped a bombshell to the entire Wizarding World in a heartbreaking tone.
"Compatriots, after our overnight interrogation of the traitor Joseph, a cruel truth has been placed before us."
Old Minister leaned on a cane, his voice hoarse and trembling due to extreme grief.
"Those three hundred brave Auror did not die at the hands of ordinary Dark Magic poachers. The one who massacred them was Muggle World, a multinational company named Vought! They used the stolen Fantastic Beasts genes to create a huge army of the Mutant Army with magic resistance!"
There was deathly silence in the hall at first, and then, deafening roars and unbelievable screams completely overturned the dome.
Now that he and Vought International had fallen out secretly, Old Minister completely confessed to Stan Edgar without hesitation.
He needs all the anger of Wizarding World to cover up his dirty dealings.
"Payback! Declare war on Vought International!"
"Kill all those damn Muggle monsters!"
Old Minister pressed his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then revealed his real purpose:
"Compatriots, the number and firepower of the enemy are far beyond our imagination. In order to completely destroy Vought International, I decided to put aside our Wizarding World tradition of escaping from the world and go to Long Island in person to seek alliance and cooperation with another group of Muggle Superpower ers!"
As soon as these words came out, the originally angry hall instantly exploded.
Strong opposition came like a tsunami.
"How is this possible?! How can our noble Wizards seek help from Muggle!"
"This is a trample on International Statute of Secrecy! It is an insult to Wizarding World's dignity!"
Faced with the fierce backlash from these old guard, Old Minister did not get angry.
He slowly took off Half-moon Spectacles and wiped the corners of his eyes with the rough cuffs. There was a sense of vicissitudes in those bloodshot eyes, the vicissitudes of life that were willing to bear all the sins for the people of the world.
"Dignity? Pride?"
Old Minister's voice is not loud, but it has a deafening power.
"When the mutant monster's bullets tear apart our children's chests, can your pride be turned into a shield?! Three hundred fresh lives are gone! Do you still want to send the remaining young people to the meat grinder of the mutant army for that ridiculous Pure-blood dignity?"
He walked off the podium and looked at those Wizards who were shouting the loudest with sincere and sad eyes:
"I know that this decision will bring me eternal infamy, and I know that history books may write me down as a coward who bowed to Muggle, but as long as Vought can be destroyed, as long as Wizarding World's children can live in the sun, I am an old bone, even if I kneel in front of Long Island's door, I will be willing to do so!"
The opposition in the hall gradually weakened.
Many Wizards had tears in their eyes and lowered their heads in shame.
In their eyes, this Old Minister is simply a great saint who does not hesitate to sacrifice his personal reputation for the future of Wizarding World.
Only Old Minister himself knew the real reason why he insisted on going to Long Island to seek cooperation.
He doesn't care about Wizarding World's future.
From Joseph's mouth, he learned that Superheroes named "Homelander" had the ability to fly beyond the speed of sound and extremely terrifying destructive power.
This is the "decapitation" weapon that Old Minister desires most now.
Vought International's Mutant Army has exceeded 10,000 people. In a head-on confrontation, Wizarding World will definitely suffer heavy casualties.
But if we can convince Long Island Estate's people to take action, let that Homelander directly break through the military's defense lines, and use laser eyes to burn Edgar to ashes...
As long as Edgar dies, the secrets he colluded with Vought International that could make him lose his head will be buried forever.
Two hours later.
New York Long Island, in front of the Manor gate surrounded by towering walls and lush vegetation.
Old Minister appeared outside the Manor with a group of people.
Following him, in addition to two close confidants shrouded in the Boys, there were more than a dozen Wizarding World war reporters holding cameras.
Of course, there is also a Big Golden Retriever that is closely following Old Minister's legs, and is even tied with a ribbon symbolizing "Auror Honor" around its neck.
Buddy plays the role of "loyal and sensible good dog" to the core at this moment.
It looked around vigilantly and stayed by Old Minister's side. The look of it loyally protecting its owner attracted the reporters nearby to snap photos frantically.
Manor The heavy black wrought iron door was not closed tightly.
Lynn was wearing home clothes, holding a cup of Black Tea in his hand, and was leaning on the stone pillar next to the gate.
Behind him, John was holding his arms across his chest, with his feet half a meter off the ground, looking down at the group of uninvited guests with his Azure eyes.
The moment Buddy saw Lynn, satisfaction flashed deep in his dog eyes, but on the surface he still pretended to be a complete stranger, and even gave a very perfunctory "bark" at Lynn and John dutifully, in order to show his due diligence as Old Minister's new favorite.
Old Minister straightened his robe, showed a very sincere and humble smile, and stepped forward.
"Hello, Mr. Lynn. I am taking the liberty of visiting. Please forgive me for being abrupt. I am the top minister of North American Ministry of Magic."
Old Minister not only did not put on any airs, but in front of all reporters, he bent slightly and kept his posture extremely low.
"I know that there are irreconcilable conflicts between you and Vought International. I am here today with all the sincerity of Wizarding World, hoping to reach an alliance with you to jointly fight against Vought International."
Lynn blew the hot air on Black Tea and didn't even move a step. He just looked at the veteran actor with superb acting skills in front of him with a half-smile.
Seeing that Lynn didn't speak, Old Minister continued to reason and move him emotionally:
"Mr. Lynn, I know that everyone in the Manor has abilities comparable to those of the gods, but according to the absolute information we have, Vought International's New Compound V has been fully deployed in the military. They now have tens of thousands of fully armed mutant super soldiers!"
Old Minister's tone became extremely solemn:
"An elephant can be killed by too many ants. No matter how powerful you are, you will be unable to deal with a modern army of tens of thousands of people. But with the assistance of our entire North American Wizarding Worlds and the secret magical support of Aurors, this war will definitely be much easier. We have a common enemy, don't we?"
The reporters behind him frantically recorded the touching scenes of this great leader humbling himself for the sake of peace.
Buddy squatted at the feet of Old Minister, secretly glancing at Lynn from the corner of his eye, and started to laugh in his heart.
It knows Lynn's character very well. This old fox regards Lynn as an ordinary Superheroes who can be kidnapped by morality and deceived by interests. This is a big mistake.
Sure enough.
Lynn took a slow sip of Black Tea, his dark eyes swept around Old Minister's sincere face, and then glanced at the group of reporters with flashing lights next to him.
"Sincerity? Alliance?"
His tone was so calm and unpredictable, "Your Excellency, the Minister, led a group of reporters to my door to force me to have a baby. Is this what you call sincerity?"