In recent months, after the sun crosses the highest point in the sky, it immediately seems somewhat lacking in strength.
The sunlight spreading over the earth is soft and plush, making people on the square feel drowsy.
Tom, the owner of the Furnace Bar, pushed his food cart over and began serving sandwiches and water to the marchers.
More than half of the shock troopers have been deployed, while the remaining ones are still positioned at various vantage points to monitor the civilians sitting on the ground.
Luna shared with Harry and his friends the situation of the John family, as well as how she knocked out the real John using some sleeping pills and joined the march by using Polyjuice Potion.
"That night, I saw Lucius Malfoy at Yvonne and Bona's house, and I suspected there might be some sort of plot."
Luna skipped over the process of reporting to Professor Brian at the Ministry and went directly on,
"I consulted with my dad, and he supported my idea of replacing John with me. The Polyjuice Potion I used was obtained with his help——"
"What a great dad you have——"
Ron looked up at him with great admiration.
"If I dared to do that, my parents would peel me alive!"
"That's the right way to do it, Ron."
Sirius listened to everything, scowling,
"You saw how dangerous this is. If not for Amorta arriving in time, the injured we'll see today will keep the Healers at St. Mungo's busy for a while!"
"Sirius!"
Harry was more concerned with other things.
"Since Luna can confirm that Lucius Malfoy is the mastermind, how could we not take action based on this?"
"It's difficult——"
Sirius remained silent for a moment before speaking.
"If the Ministry wants to convict Lucius Malfoy, they have to produce evidence. Harry——"
Seeing Harry's unwillingness to let it go and his desire to ask further questions, Hermione spoke directly and pointedly.
"You didn't really see Malfoy's face, did you, Luna?" He asked, referring to the fact that Luna hadn't actually seen Lucius Malfoy's face.
Luna blinked her silver eyes and gently nodded.
She had thought of all these things, Luna.
Harry slumped back in his chair, looking grim.
Sirius barely escaped with his life, and the mastermind of it all is still at large, which made him extremely unwilling!
Suddenly, Harry remembered a little spat he had just had with Draco, and he was about to share it with them, but Luna and Lavender were present, which made him hesitant a little.
"Sirius."
"Hermione quickly glanced at Professor Brian, who was settling the bill with old Tom, her expression momentarily distracted. Then she hesitated, looking at Sirius and asked softly,"
"Professor Brian has summoned all the heads of those workshops to the Ministry. What do you think he wants to do? Order them to start working so that the workers can have jobs and maintain their livelihoods?"
Harry also immediately shed his gloomy mood of not being able to bring the murderer to justice, and asked anxiously,
"Is that possible?"
"It's difficult——"
Sirius's answer disappointed everyone,
"Although it's a dirty trick, and we all know what it's aimed at, isn't it true that those pure-blood families loyal to Voldemort are not breaking the law by shutting down their own workshops?"
Gradually, one by one, a number of well-dressed, imposing wizards carrying high-status witches and wizards began to emerge from the fireplace.
Harry noticed that these people were all wearing expressions of worry. They were not surprised to see the crowds gathering on the square, but instead cast suspicious glances at Professor Brian.
"Lucius Malfoy's mother."
To Harry's surprise, Narcissa Malfoy, who had just left with Lucius, was also called back by the shock troopers.
She looked around warily, and her gaze turned cold when it swept over them.
"Welcome, welcome——"
Many people were surprised and confused by Mr. Brian's jovial smile as he faced these upper-class people, thinking that he should have looked less than pleased at the fact that such a terrible incident had occurred.
"Ladies and gentlemen, all of you are the cream of the British magical community. I apologize for taking up your valuable time——"
Amorta left the uneasy civilians and walked briskly into the square, spreading her arms to greet the well-respected members of the British magical community who were arriving one after another.
Including Narcissa, the dignified wizards who are all connected in some way to the Holy Twenty-Eight Families, looked cautiously at Amorta Brean, who seemed to be welcoming an old friend. Their eyes were filled with a mix of suspicion.
They all knew deep down that Brian wouldn't be welcoming them.
Amorta was not offended by their gloomy expressions. He still maintained his warm smile,
"I also want to thank all of you for responding to my and the Ministry's invitation and gathering here to discuss how to save the declining state of the business and industry in the British magical community——"
Narcissa lowered her proud gaze, trying to hide the fear she felt towards Amorta Brean.
It was hard to imagine that such a man, who is powerful, wise, and cunning in every way, could be the leader of the British magical community!
The Malfoy family has been serving Lord Voldemort since more than twenty years ago.
It goes without saying that the Dark Lord was an incredibly fearsome wizard.
The Death Eaters all believed that the Dark Lord was the most powerful wizard in history.
Although Narcissa didn't completely agree with the statement, she also acknowledged that the Dark Lord was one of the few truly powerful wizards in the world.
The only ones who could rival the Dark Lord were Dumbledore, and Amorta Brean in front of her.
But in terms of cunning and wisdom, Narcissa's true belief was that Voldemort in his earlier days might not have been inferior to Dumbledore or Brean.
But as the Dark Lord's power expanded and his ambition grew stronger, he had become more accustomed to using cruelty and fear as his means of rule.
In these two aspects, he was already not as good as Dumbledore and Brean.
Compared to Dumbledore, perhaps the two were evenly matched, but Dumbledore's adherence to order bound his own hands and feet.
Amorta Brean
He always does not hesitate to display his extraordinary magical abilities, yet each time he finds a legitimate and lawful excuse to use his power to force others to do his bidding, leaving no room for criticism against him.
He values interests and is almost pure Slytherin in this regard. However, he is not greedy and is good at forming interest communities.
Therefore, many seemingly unsupported radical actions ultimately gained public support. This is a demonstration of his wisdom.
Needless to say, his cunning is even more evident.
You can see this from the fact that he strongly pushed Amelia Bonns as a replacement for the Minister.
The truth behind Fudge and Umbridge's resignations may be carefully hidden by the Ministry, but it is no longer a secret to the omniscient Death Eaters.
From the events that occurred on the day of Harry Potter's trial, it can be seen that Amorta Brean may have long since grasped the handles of power over Fudge and Umbridge.
But he has always kept it hidden, waiting for the right time.
Now, when I think back, the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts has severely deteriorated. It is very possible that Amorta Brean played a key role behind the scenes!
Glancing subtly at the young man with a smile who had conjured a long table and several chairs out of thin air, Narcissa's eyes sparkled with unusual light!
What is most incredible is that such a powerful and terrifying wizard is only in his twenties!
In this regard, the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, even if compared to the one in Nurnemgud together, are not as good as Amorta Brean.
Undoubtedly a once-in-a-millennium talent!
"Please, Mrs. Malfoy——"
Regardless of their willingness, the summoned wizards had no choice but to sit down. Amorta Brean smiled, looking at Narcissa, who was lost in thought.
"We may need to talk for a bit longer, is it the environment here that has made you feel a little uncomfortable?"
"Not at all, Mr. Brean—"
At this time, it would not be wise to be a "troublemaker," Narcissa bowed towards Amorta and sat down in one of the chairs.
On one side, the disheveled mass of commoners were seated on the ground. On the other side, the well-dressed pure-blood nobles were nervously waiting for Amorta Brean to make his move.
This scene is incredibly amusing!
The journalists were frantically taking pictures, capturing this scene that was destined to be recorded in history.
Some even imagined the headline for tomorrow's front page of the Daily Prophet!
"So——"
Amorta leaned against the commoners, facing the British wizarding aristocracy, with a faint smile on her face.
"Let's get started."
