Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Laira spoke in a steady tone, ”The murderer is undoubtedly Rex Grim; he was caught at the scene, with concrete evidence, and will soon face trial. Rest assured, Anderson, the Magic Congress will certainly urge the court to deliver a fair verdict...”

Anderson struggled to say something but had to be dragged out by other Aurors under restraint.

”We don’t want to hear these empty words!”

Another middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his face flushed, temples throbbing, waving a parchment in his hand, he shouted loudly:

”I just want to know — is this true? Did you really do such a terrifying thing? Did you really sell innocent wizards like livestock to Muggles for experiments?!”

The entire atrium fell into instant silence, as if even the sound of breathing had been cut off by an invisible force.

All eyes—horrified, confused, incredulous, suddenly enlightened—all focused on the angry man, then swiftly turned to the high platform.

The two people holding Anderson also instinctively released their grip, staring at Laira in astonishment.

Anderson suddenly broke free from the person next to him, shouting loudly, ”You are the murderer! You ordered someone to kill Selena! Because she was going to expose your crimes!!”

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar!

Laira Piqueley’s body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, the composure and confidence on her face quickly faded, leaving only a shell of forced calm that looked exceptionally pale.

Her eyes flickered with a trace of suspicion and panic for a brief moment, but were quickly covered by a more severe authoritative expression.

Laira slightly raised her chin, her voice amplified by magic, immediately suppressing all the chaotic voices, sounding extremely calm, even with a chill of offense:

”Mr. Anderson, please control your emotions, mind your words.”

”I don’t know who has incited you, nor do I know where these sensational accusations came from.”

”However, I want to remind you all—”

Her sharp gaze swept over everyone present:

”In such a solemn occasion, publicly slandering and defaming the Congress President and the government he leads is not only disorderly conduct, but it is also the most serious challenge to the authority of the nation and magical law! I have the right to demand the Aurors immediately arrest the two of you, on charges of endangering national security and inciting panic in the magic world!”

Her words were so powerful that it made the scene quiet for a moment, and the suspicion in people’s eyes seemed to fade a bit.

Ilvermorny’s Headmaster Fontana stood up from the guest seat, raising his hand to calm everyone:

”Please, everyone, remain silent! This is an important ceremony...”

His words were not yet finished when a sudden change occurred!

In different positions of the atrium, dozens of ”crystals,” originally mere decorations, suddenly expanded, unfolding and spinning up into the sky, turning into giant mirrors, instantly capturing the attention of everyone present!

Headmaster Fontana’s face changed drastically, and without much thought, he drew his Magic Wand, a strong Shattering Spell shooting toward the nearest Flow Mirror, shouting loudly at the same time:

”Take them down!”

Laira screamed even more shrilly, ”This is definitely a conspiracy by the remnants of the Scourers! Don’t think you can fool us over and over with such means!”

She, too, quickly drew her Magic Wand.

The Aurors arranged around to maintain order quickly sprang into action, spells shooting rapidly toward those spinning, enlarged Flow Mirrors.

”Bang!”

Just then, in front of the nearest Flow Mirror, someone said very clearly:

”Iron Armor Protection!”

The Magic transformed into a giant transparent barrier, blocking the crowd behind it, as well as Fontana’s Shattering Spell.

At the same time, a similarly swift, skilfully angled Disarming Spell flew in from an angle, shooting out like a snake and striking Fontana’s wrist, ”bang,” knocking the Magic Wand from his hand!

The Magic Wand spun out, caught securely by a large hand.

Alastor Moody’s Magic Eye rotated, staring at Fontana, and he gruffly asked, ”What do you think you’re doing?”

Kingsley, who had cast the Iron Armor Spell, glanced at Moody and then seriously said:

”Sorry, Mr. Fontana. But I can’t let you fire an offensive spell in the direction where our Minister is present.”

Behind him, Minister Sinclaire’s face was unusually grim at the moment, but he kept his lips tightly sealed, not speaking a word.

”Crack!”

”Crash!”