In an instant, the atmosphere in the courtyard was a little tense.

Lying on the recliner, Vogel did not get up from the beginning to the end. Or, he no longer has the ability to get up, but the edge of his old body still makes Kingsley and Louise's breath chill for a while, which is not brought about by strong mana, but by the power of Vogel himself, who has been in a high position for a long time and has experienced war.

Kingsley glanced at the unmoved Amosta, his eyes mixed with a hint of concern.

He didn't know where Amosta had confirmed that Jasina Rozier's real name was Jasna Vogel, and that she was at the heart of this gang of evil forces.

But Anton Vogel, a former German Minister of Magic and President of the International Federation of Wizards, has been retired for many years, and they come to the door with a gesture of almost guilt without any friendship with him. Vogel could have just kicked them out.

It was impossible for them to interrogate someone of Anton Vogel's identity in private without permission, at least not because Kingsley had the guts to sneak into Germany.

Unlike Kingsley's apprehensions and apprehensions, Amosta, who faced Vogel's cold eyes, had been calm, calmly staring at Vogel, and silently showing a kind of determination.

"You're helping Muggles persecute their own people—"

Finally, Vogel said coldly.

"I'm sorry!"

Before Amosta could speak, Louise behind him reacted violently.

Originally, Louise was still in awe of Vogel in her heart, but after this sentence, the awe in her heart disappeared all of a sudden, and anger instantly squeezed her reason.

Louise jumped up from her stool, ignoring Kingsley's winks at her, and exclaimed angrily,

"Help Muggles persecute their own countrymen?"

Louise laughed angrily,

"Mr. Vogel, maybe you didn't hear what Amosta just said, there is a bunch of villains who do all kinds of evil, yes, they are wizards, but they have killed people, killed many of them, and they even conduct some evil experiments on human bodies, pregnant women and babies!

If such a thing happens in our society, then maybe the parliament will be willing to reinstate the death penalty for them! ”

Louise panted and glared at the silent Vogel, paused for a few seconds, and then exclaimed in confusion,

"If you wizards have laws, oh, of course you do, I know there's a Wizarding Secrecy Act, you must have other laws, don't you, do you have laws that allow these villains, or are Muggles not human in the eyes of wizards?!"

"Looks like it—"

Looking at the silent Vogel, Amosta said slowly, "I don't have to bother refuting the ridiculous remarks you just made, do I, Mr. Vogel?" ”

"I see--"

Vogel was not much moved by Louise's indignant protest, his eyes fell back on Amosta, dissecting this contemporary legend,

"You really have to be more like Dumbledore, thinking that wizards and Muggles are no different, hoping that wizards can be further integrated into Muggle society, and ignoring the growing power of Muggles and the declining status quo of our wizards, pretending not to see the danger of approaching"

"Mr. Vogel—"

Amosta interrupted the old man's whisper in the chaise longue rather rudely, his fingers rubbing the rim of the teacup, staring at the rippling brown tea with a blank expression.

"It really surprised me, I thought that these ideas would have disappeared half a century ago, and I didn't expect that to this day, people will still talk about it in front of me."

"You think it's all alarmist, President Bryan?"

Vogel's chest rose and fell slightly with his hands crossed tightly and his eyes as sharp as those of a falcon.

"Not really--"

Amosta gestured to Louise to sit down, and then said calmly,

"Oh, I'm ashamed to say that you've been retired for so many years and are still thinking about the safety of the wizarding world, but I don't think much about it."

Vogel's lips tightened, and his breath floated.

"--What you're saying is true, I mean, Muggles are growing and wizards are in decline, but what's there to complain about?"

Amosta smiled,

"Isn't this something that should be taken for granted, for many years, Muggles have been forging ahead in the hope that technology can better serve them, and that society can be more civilized and progressive.

On the contrary, we wizards are resting on their laurels, and the mainstream voice of wizard society is still maintaining tradition, and even a considerable number of ancient families still insist on marriage between close relatives in order to maintain the purity of the bloodline, and the wizards refuse to progress and social change, so one day, the strength of both sides will be reversed, and this development process is very normal. ”

Amosta tilted his head, and that piercing gaze made Vogel realize that Amosta Bryan knew exactly what he was trying to say.

If you are really worried about the fate of wizards, then what you should do is to introspect, self-reform, and actively learn. Instead,"

The corners of Amosta's mouth moved, and there was a little absurdity in his tone,

"The fact that the hope of enslavement, the subjugation of Muggles, and the control of Muggle society has proven that this radical idea cannot succeed, and is destined not to, because--"

Amosta turned her head to look at Louise, then at Vogel and said,

"Wizards and Muggles are both human, and we are no more noble than Muggles."

Vogel's chest rose and fell wider, and his eyes were colored with anger.

Kingsley's gaze became more worried, and Amosta was undoubtedly right.

However, this was not the case with the witching society of Vogel's time, and he was afraid that if it really angered Anton Vogel. They can't use the Imperius Curse or the Truth Potion on the former president of the International Federation of Wizards, and order him to tell the truth.

As the conversation progressed, Louise's brow furrowed, and she began to realize that Muggles in wizarding society were not so friendly.

It seems that there is a contempt for Muggles who do not understand magic, and at the same time, they are wary that the apparently larger number of Muggles will one day encircle wizards and wizards, just as religion strangled heretics in those myths.

"So, what would you do?"

Vogel said,

"If you want to avoid the fate of wizards eventually going to die, if you want wizards to change themselves, you should know that this will make—"

"Wizards will bleed—" Amosta said calmly, "but will eventually be reborn." ”

There was a strong solemnity in Amosta's calm tone, and Kingsley's lips tightened suddenly, and a chill welled up in his heart, climbing up his spine, making his skin shiver.

What do you mean?

In order to rid the wizarding society of its wretchedness, Mr. Bryan is going on a killing spree in the wizarding world?!

Even Anton Vogel felt a thrill for the sharpness of Amosta Bryan at this moment, and in a trance, he seemed to see the era when the world was on fire!

"You're going to do it yourself?"

Vogel's head resting on the pillow was slightly raised, but he was trapped in the crippled body and could not sit up.

"Will Dumbledore allow it?"

"Oh-"

Amosta smiled happily, as if the sound of iron and blood just now was just dreamy,

"It's hard work and exhaustion, why should I do it myself, wait and see, Mr. Anton Vogel, you'll see the change—"

In the sky, a puff of smoke and dust flew into the sky, covering the daylight, and the sky and the earth would be dark.

Vogel looked deeply at Amosta Blaine on the other side, looked at the young face, looked at the eyes that would not waver, and suddenly, he gasped and laughed,

"Another one."

Old Vogel closed his eyes and said in an almost whispering voice,

"If you want to know anything, ask Hain, it knows all about me-"

(End of chapter)