"Is the magic that Freas seeks actually existing?"
Listening to the questions from Muggle girls, who were bathed in white sunlight, and looking at that pale almost transparent face, Amorthastan waved his hand to stop Kingsley from being excited. He took a step forward and was ready to say something, but Louise at the door suddenly screamed in surprise.
"Don't move!"
Louise suddenly shouted, stumbled back a few steps, and her voice shook.
"Don't move--"
Louise repeated it again, her voice weaker, and she stared rigidly at Amorthast Brenn in the room, standing in the intersection of darkness and light, a man who undoubtedly stirred some affection in her but now looked to her incredibly frightening and alien.
"Answer my question--" The voice was weak, but it was shrill with hysteria.
Amorthast had slight silence, he blinked his eyes, then stretched his arms and naturally put them down, the deep voice had a soothing power.
"All as you see, Louise..."
Amorthast simply said that, but the meaning of this sentence contained more than apology.
As I see?
Louise looked at the small sticks in the hands of Amorthast and Kingsley. Just now, they had used those sticks to perform all sorts of miracles?
Louise's eyes were red, and she smiled faintly, the smile was full of desolation.
She was laughing at her own stupidity - her brother had once told her solemnly that magic exists, but she had thought it was Freas's idle talk. She laughed at her naivety -- she believed a stranger so easily and even came to another country to investigate the truth of Freas's death, though Amorthast had reminded her that it was not something she could be involved in.
But all of this seems to no longer matter.
"Magic--"
Louise mumbled, her eyes finally left the stick in Amorthast's hand and focused on those rare purple eyes.
"It really exists. Why don't people ever know? Is it because the government is covering for people like you?"
Louise bit her teeth tightly, her panting breaths became heavier and heavier. "Amorthast Brenn, you can choose not to answer my questions, or leave my body here in this country. You can easily do that, aren't you? But if you don't want to answer, don't kill me. Let me return to London. I will definitely expose you all. I believe you definitely don't want things to turn out like this, do you?"
The threat was so powerless that Kingsley felt a bit of pity in his heart. This muggle girl had no idea what wizards could do.
The gaze, solid and without a ripple of emotion, was enough to prove that Amorthast had already encountered this scene. Facing Louise, who had repeatedly shown affection to him last night but now looked at him with hatred, Amorthast was not surprised at all, nor did he harbor any blame in his heart -- if Louise had not acted this way, that would have been the strange thing.
"Okay, let me think about how to answer your question, Louise--"
Amorthast smiled and thought for a moment, then said calmly.
"The Muggle government, that is your government, has not been covering for us -- I mean us wizards. As far as I know, only the Prime Minister in the Muggle government knows about the magical world."
"Muggle. Wizard."
Amorthast Brenn did not provide detailed explanations, but Louise had already guessed that the word probably referred to those who were ignorant of magic, and wizards referred to those who possessed the ability to use magic.
"Some of the countries you are familiar with in the world. Oh, not all of them, but they each have their own magical civilization. The wizards in this magical civilization have their own government, which we generally call 'The Ministry of Magic.' And these various magical civilizations form the 'International Confederation of Wizards.' This organization, which once represented the world's magical civilization, has promulgated a law that is still considered sacred by the magical ministries of all countries today, even though the authority of this union has greatly diminished."
"What?"
The breeze swept through Louise's slightly dim hair. Although her worldview had just been brutally shattered in the past few minutes, facing a mysterious magical world, Louise could not help but suppress her curiosity. Her trembling voice was filled with a longing to learn.
"The Law of Magical Secrecy."
Amorthast said lightly,
"Since its inception, this law has been the subject of much controversy. Many have tried to overturn it, but the mainstream voice of magic in all countries is still in favor of it, and any attempt to challenge this law is considered a serious crime. This law sets an unbreakable red line for all those who have the ability to use magic - no magical presence can be revealed to muggles."
Amorthast paused and added,
"This law was enacted to protect both the safety of both the muggle and wizarding worlds. And that, my dear Louise, is the answer to your question - the behavior of wizards is strictly limited by the 'Law of Magical Secrecy.'"
The Law of Magical Secrecy, it doesn't allow ordinary people to know about magic, it's to protect both wizards and. Muggles?
This is sheer nonsense, Louise thought to herself, and then she realized that Amorthast Brenn's actions were undoubtedly in violation of this absurd wizarding law.
"But you used magic in front of me, didn't you?"
Louise stared at Amorthast's face.
"You have broken your law—"
"A law cannot regulate all intentional or unintentional actions, Louise, but we have remedial measures—"
Amorthast smiled but did not reveal what the specific remedial measures were.
"But why do you do this?"
Louise asked instinctively.
"If this law is so important, why do you risk bringing me along with you? I know the people who killed Freas are also wizards, and you must know that if the investigation continues, you will definitely expose magic. You could have avoided such trouble, couldn't you?"
"Wasn't that your request, Louise--"
Amorthast's light laughter left Louise breathless and irked. He sighed softly, his tone gentle.
"As you said, Louise, the deceased is your brother, and you have the right to know the truth about his death, and the truth about who killed him. Even if this right is short-lived, I think that's the real reason why the 'Law of Magical Secrecy' has always been accepted and enforced strongly by all countries' magical ministries, despite criticism - that is, to respect muggles."
Kingsley couldn't help but glance at Amorthast, his heart filled with admiration.
A powerful wizard is easy to come by, but a great wizard is not so easy.
A great wizard needs to have great thoughts. For many years, only Albus Dumbledore has been titled a "great wizard." However, from what Amorthast just said, Kingsley sincerely believes that Amorthast definitely has the potential to overflow from "powerful" to "great."
Respecting muggles--
Amorthast's solemn voice fell into Louise's ears, and she hesitated, her anger inexplicably diminishing.
Magic and secrecy.
This may lead people to believe that wizards with the ability to use magic are a privileged class. They believe that muggles have no right to pry into the mysterious world, so they seal off the existence of magic and keep it a secret from muggles.
If wizards are also human, then within this human race, there will be both good and evil people. Freas's plight proves this point undoubtedly, and it is impossible for everyone to spontaneously maintain a high level of self-discipline to prevent the wondrous magic from harming ordinary people. Using strict laws to bind the behavior of wizards indeed provides a form of protection for those who do not understand magic.
Louise thought that way, and then she heard the sudden, unexpected sound from Kingsley's quiet and reserved voice.
"You may not realize, Louise--"
Kingsley said in a low, hoarse voice.
"Mr. Brenn is highly respected in the European magical community, many wizards consider him to be one of the most powerful wizards in the current world of magic, and at the same time, he is also the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards."
Gazing at Louise, who was now as stiff as a wooden chicken, Kingsley spoke in a grave tone.
"His willingness to take you to investigate the truth of Freas's death, even to deliberately reveal magic in your presence, is to ensure your right to know. So, Angus Escuros, why did you mention that name, Louise?"
(Chapter completed)
