After looking at Joseph, Dumbledore's eyes fell on the French Minister of Magic - Luis Delacuor - a man he never imagined would have the courage to do what he did. But this only reinforced that age had hit him hard, like a runaway train.
His old self would have expected betrayal from even his most loyal friend, but here he was, at the mercy of conspiracies from insignificant people he never thought would one day fall for such mad and irrational plots. "I assume you already know your fate, Minister Delacuor."
Everyone's eyes turned to Luis, they looked at Joseph and then at Luis, repeating this a few times until they realized that Luis and Joseph were working together and had orchestrated the death of the Heir to House Ivanov! Which was simply shocking to them.
"Do you think I had a choice? I did everything for my country and nothing else." Luis showed no fear and said, his voice tired and harsh. Even in front of Seven Special Grade Wizards, he remained composed, even though he was sweating with the nervousness of the situation he found himself in at the moment.
Luis's words angered the furious Dmitri, the Russian Minister appeared at the Russian Minister of Magic's side and with a single punch, Fleur's father was thrown to the ground with a thud as blood and a few teeth dripped from his mouth onto the floor.
No one showed any pity, they just looked on indifferently, even if he was killed, no one would blink in surprise.
"The only reason you're not dead is because I want you to suffer, but don't give me a reason to kill you here and now, because I'm going to have a lot of fun." Dmitri spoke, his voice so cold that it made the temperature in the room drop slightly. Luis held his mouth with a broken and dislocated jaw as he looked calmly at the Russian Minister of Magic.
"So that's it? War." Ingrid Bergström, Swedish Minister of Magic and a Special Grade Wizard, leaned back in her chair and commented with a calm, cold tone. She knew that as soon as Russia declared war on Germany, the Germans' allies would automatically declare war on Russia.
As soon as Russia started the war, Russia's allies would also declare war on all the other countries that had allies, and so on. It was like a row of dominoes, all that was needed was for the first piece to fall to take all the others with it.
The Third Magic World War...
A heavy atmosphere hung in the air, Ingrid's words only made that atmosphere even heavier, if she could think it, they could also imagine the terrible war to come.
Perhaps the only one who wasn't worried was the Brazilian Minister of Magic, Carlos da Silva Pereira. What did the war in Europe have to do with South America? As far as he was concerned, everyone could kill themselves and he wouldn't care, he would just regret that the country's economy might go downhill for a while.
Asterion, who had just arrived, couldn't help but notice the heavy atmosphere, but he didn't mind at all. His eyes fell on two people, Joseph and Luis. Smiling coldly, he asked. "Why aren't they dead? Since they've declared war, they're useless."
"I don't want them to die and be martyrs for the magical population, giving them a symbol of resistance will only make them fight more fervently." Dumbledore rolled his eyes and replied while looking at both the German and French Ministers of Magic.
"It doesn't matter if there are epic, incredible heroes appearing, they will be killed by us. There will be no resistance." Asterion showed an indifferent expression as he looked at the other Ministers of Magic. There were at least 3-4 allies from Germany and France present.
"Special Grade Wizards cannot directly attack soldiers on the battlefield, Lord Black. It's a rule laid down in the Geneva Convention, an agreement murdered by the thirty-one Special Grade Wizards and Witches." Ingrid, the Swedish Minister, said with a cold tone, looking at the fourteen-year-old boy.
Asterion looked at one of the ten Special Grade Witche of the World and spoke with an indifferent tone. "No offense, Minister of Magic, but to hell with your rules."
Asterion's words made Ingrid's face even colder than usual, the temperature of the room dropping dramatically. "Watch your words, child, when I became famous fighting wars, you weren't even born!" She spoke in a terribly cold tone.
"See?" Holding out his hand and showing it shaking, Asterion pretended to be frightened and replied. "I'm scared to death. I'm so scared that I'm going to run away, otherwise the wicked old witch might turn me into a toad."
"I've already told you not to accept things from old suspicions. Maybe she wanted to give you a poisoned apple, Asty~" Rose, who had been listening in, appeared and stood next to her fiancé. She commented with a tone full of sarcasm and provocation.
If before Ingrid's face had been cold, at this moment her face was completely devoid of any emotion, an ice-blue magical aura began to emanate from her body. The walls, ceiling and floor of all the Vips seats were gradually freezing.
"You ignorant, arrogant, overbearing brats. I'll teach you that the world isn't decided on the amount of magical energy." Ingrid spoke, her voice icy to the point of freezing one's soul. Her influence began to change the whole atmosphere, snow and ice began to appear all over the Quidditch Stadium.
The ministers of magic who weren't Special Grade didn't hesitate to leave, leaving nine people in the place, nine Special Grade Wizards and Witches!
Russian Minister of Magic - Dmitri Ivanov.
Austrian Minister of Magic - Helena von Strauss.
Swedish Minister of Magic - Ingrid Bergström.
Japanese Minister of Magic - Satoshi Nakamura.
The President of MACUSA - Benjamin Thorne.
Ministra da Magia Chinês – Mei Ling Zhao.
Marshall of the Clock Tower - Albus Dumbledore.
Lord of the Clock Tower - Asterion Black.
Matriarch of House Potter - Rose Potter.
Of the nine Special Grade Wizards, three were allies of France and Germany. Japan, Austria, Sweden.
However, the allied team was even more powerful, with five Special Grade Wizards. Russia, England, the United States.
Seeing that everything was about to explode into battle at that moment, Dumbledore spoke, his voice strong and calm. "Enough of this childishness."
"Right now, it's best to safely return the people to their respective countries and prepare for the war to come. However, if you want to fight now, I can help you buy a coffin earlier." He spoke, his blue eyes behind the lenses of his glasses staring at the four Special Grade Wizards and Witches.
"I'll come after you on the battlefield, kid." Ingrid commented coldly and without bothering to look at Joseph or Luis, she walked off with a terribly icy look on her face. Although they were allies, France and Germany could elect another Minister of Magic. She felt no goodwill towards two men who would bring the Third Wizarding World War into her lap.
"You'd better not run away when I find you on the battlefield, I'd be very sorry to massacre your soldiers to force you to show up." Asterion showed nothing but sarcasm and bloodlust at the woman's words.
Ingrid snorted coldly and left without answering his words. The other Special Grade Wizards looked at each other and followed the woman, no one tried to help Joseph or Luis, both of whom were responsible for bringing such big problems to them. How could they help them!
"That was exciting." Rose commented in an amused voice, although Asterion and Dumbledore could notice the tension in her voice.
"I'll call a Parliamentary Meeting, you two must be present, we want to show unity in these difficult times." Stroking Rose's hair, Dumbledore spoke, his voice serious but extremely calm, as if nothing could make him feel any pressure or nervousness.
Turning to look at Dmitri, Dumbledore said with a cold tone, looking at the two French and German Ministers of Magic. "Minister Dmitri, I'll leave these two as your prisoners, I hope they don't escape, Russia probably has a lot of Organization R spies."
Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if Russia had a lot of Organization R spies, so he had to warn Dmitri so that something like this didn't happen. If Luis or Joseph escaped, it would be the same as setting them both up as symbols of resistance for the French and German people.
Suddenly, the eyes of Rose, Asterion, Dumbledore, Dmitri and Benjamin looked at Luis Delacour at the same time. Under their shocked eyes, Luis' body gradually began to crack as a smile appeared on the French Minister of Magic's face.
"We'll see on the battlefield." Luis said as his body exploded into a million pieces of glass.
Dmitri's face became extremely grim, one of his son's killers had just escaped before his eyes.
"Mirror World, The Innate Technique of House Delacour." Rose whispered to herself, she had fought Fleur, so she knew the effects of the Innate Technique, but she hadn't expected to be able to do something like this. Besides, the strength Luis showed wasn't that of a Grade 1 Wizard, but dangerously close to the Special Grade, a Semi-Special Grade Wizard!
"I wonder if he's ever actually been to England." Rose spoke again, her words making everyone frown. This kind of illusion-related Innate Technique was especially annoying and difficult to predict.
"I would like both Ministers of Magic to withdraw from English soil as soon as possible. We'll raise our defenses and castles, I hope you'll do the same, because this war is going to be brutal." Dumbledore didn't care about Louis' escape and focused on what was most important, he looked at both the Russian Minister of Magic and the President of MACUSA with a kind look.
Dmitri didn't reply and caught Joseph with a cruel, cold stare. Without speaking to anyone, he left in the direction of the Labyrinth, ready to retrieve his son's body. Looking at his rival's back, Benjamin let out a sad sigh and left, ready to take the entire American team and his people out of England.
"Let's get ready." Dumbledore looked at Rose and Asterion and spoke with an extraordinarily serious tone. He had to start planning a massive attack on Organization R himself.
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