Dumbledore was standing by the window when he saw a black dot Accio rapidly toward him.
An owl delivered a letter, sealed with the silver emblem of the International Confederation of Wizards, and edged with a ring of fine runes.
He opened the letter, read it once, then turned slightly to McGonagall and said, "It seems we're not the only ones waiting for an answer."
McGonagall took the letter, glanced at it, and her eyebrows twitched slightly. " The International Confederation of Wizards is calling an emergency meeting?"
"They want to know who Allen Wayne really is." Dumbledore folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. "The situation in the Muggle World around the world isn't very good right now."
McGonagall paused for half a second, then asked thoughtfully, "What do you think they will do?"
"That depends on how much they argue at the meeting."
Dumbledore stood up, walked to the fireplace, and gently pinched a pinch of Floo Powder into the fire.
The flames turned emerald green in an instant.
" International Confederation of Wizards, Headquarters Conference Room," he stated clearly.
The green flames suddenly shot up and engulfed his figure.
Rain was falling over London, with low Westminster, gray clouds overhead.
But deep in the Europe continent, at the foot of the Switzerland Alps, in an ancient building that has been enchanted, the air is dry and warm.
Headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards.
A gray-white stone building, which looks like an abandoned monastery.
But once you pass through the porch, the interior is spacious enough to fit a Quidditch Pitch.
In the center of the room stood a huge circular stone table, its surface polished smooth as a mirror, large enough to seat thirty people without feeling crowded.
More than half the seats were already occupied. People were wearing robes of different colors and styles. Some were talking in hushed tones, some were flipping through documents in front of them, and some were resting with their eyes closed.
Dumbledore's appearance momentarily silenced the room before the noise returned.
A gray-haired wizard near the door nodded to him and said in heavily accented Gaul English, " Albus, you've come."
" Pierre." Dumbledore in response and sat down at the front of the stone table.
Beside him stood a gaunt witch in a dark green robe, who had clearly been waiting for some time.
" Albus, I heard about Hogwarts..." she asked.
"We'll talk about it later, Millicent," Dumbledore low voice. "Let's wait until everyone's here."
About five minutes later, all the seats around the circular stone table were finally filled.
The eyes of the Minister for Magic from various countries all converged on the center of the conference table.
A semi-transparent light screen was currently suspended there, displaying several lines of text.
"Conference Topic: Analysis and Countermeasures Regarding the Impact of the Mysterious Author Allen Wayne and His Works on the International Statute of Secrecy."
The meeting was chaired by the Secretary General of the International Confederation of Wizards, a lean and gray-haired wizard.
He stood up, glanced around, and then cleared his throat.
"Gentlemen, we have convened this meeting today at this urgent time because a series of events that have emerged over the past few months have exceeded the scope of what any single country can handle alone."
"We only have one topic to discuss today: Who exactly is Allen Wayne, the author of Harry Potter? Where is he hiding? And what should we do?"
After the Secretary-General finished speaking, he distributed a pre-printed document to each participant.
The first page of the document lists a timeline: from the appearance of the first book by Muggle publisher, to the Wizarding World discovering that the book's content closely matches reality, to the Floo Network of Hogwarts being severed, the Death Eaters invading, the appearance of the masked man, and the Chamber of Secrets incident occurring immediately after the publication of the first half of the second book.
Each item is labeled with its corresponding "Known Information" and "Information to be Confirmed".
The short-haired wizard from Gaul flipped through the documents and spoke first, "A wizard who has never registered with the Ministry of Magic has written a book that is disturbingly accurate."
"Sales cover almost the entire Muggle world, and every event described in the book becomes a reality within a short period of time."
He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the round table. "Do you really think this is just an ordinary creator, or something more serious?"
The representative from Maple Leaf Country continued, "We are not discussing his creative talent now, but rather the ongoing threat he poses to the International Statute of Secrecy."
"Every new book that comes out makes more Muggle believe that magic is real."
"The content about the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets in the second book has already caused a certain degree of panic within the Great Britain Wizarding World."
He paused, then added, "This panic is spreading to the Wizarding World of other countries."
The representative from Cherry Blossom Country gently closed the document, his tone becoming more serious than before: "There's one more question:"
How could he know what would happen at Hogwarts? If he could foresee the future, then his very existence would be an uncontrollable variable.
The Secretary-General nodded and turned his gaze to the Minister for Magic of the Lighthouse Country, who was sitting on his left.
" Ms. Winslow, could you please describe the situation on your end?"
The minister of the Lighthouse Country was a tall, middle-aged witch, dressed in a sharply tailored dark blue robe. Her voice was powerful:
This book is selling like hotcakes where I'm from.
"The first volume alone has already sold over two million copies. The second volume just hit the shelves, and the data isn't even fully tallied yet, but as far as I know, almost every bookstore has already sold out."
"More importantly, our Auror discovered during their investigation in the Muggle world that a significant number of Muggle have begun to seriously discuss the existence of magic."
"They no longer just treated it as fiction; they actually began to believe that Hogwarts was a real place."
"A few young people even went to Central Park in New York and held up tree branches, chanting spells at the squirrels."
She paused, her tone becoming more serious. "And we've noticed a phenomenon: readers have spontaneously compiled a 'list of doubts' online."
"They compared the scenes described in the book with the actual scenes in Great Britain, and more than a dozen locations have already been marked."
"The pressure on the ' International Statute of Secrecy ' is increasing, and simply revising existing records is no longer sufficient."
After she finished speaking, the secretary-general looked at the next minister. "And you?"
A male wizard with gold-rimmed glasses and short light brown hair chimed in, "Mostly the same. Our situation is similar to that of the Lighthouse Country, only on a smaller scale."
"The most difficult problem is that we can't determine who the author is. He used the pseudonym ' Allen Wayne,' but nobody knows his real identity."
"We checked the Muggle world's birth registration system, passport and driver's license systems, and even accessed Muggle tax records through special channels, but the result was a blank."
At this moment, the representative from the Hans Country spoke up. He was a tall, thin male sorcerer, and his voice had a distinct German accent:
"So, everyone is facing the same problem right now: we are facing a 'ghost' that doesn't exist in Wizarding World or the Muggle world."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room around the conference table.
The secretary raised his hand to signal for silence, then turned to Dumbledore: " Albus, you went through the verification process in the first book at Hogwarts. What are your thoughts?"
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes calmly sweeping over each of the ministers present.
"My opinion is that this person's understanding of the Wizarding World far surpasses that of ordinary wizards."
He knew everything about Hogwarts ' internal geography, the professors' methods, and even certain internal details known only to a select few.
"He is very likely not the Spectator observing from the outside, but an insider."
This remark subtly altered the atmosphere in the meeting room.