Strengthening the Joint Operations Office was, of course, left to Babajide and the U.S. Department of Magic, but since Tver had been the one who pushed the plan forward, and because Babajide had asked, he had no choice but to remain in America for a while longer.
Mainly to plant a few small seeds along the way.
For example, allowing muggle staff from the Joint Operations Office to enter the wizarding world under the pretext of carrying out missions.
Or selling them potions at fair prices to treat any injuries they might suffer.
Or, for instance, not erasing every muggle's memory quite so strictly.
That brought up Cruz. When it came to how to handle the more than two hundred muggles he had saved, the U.S. Department of Magic firmly insisted on erasing their memories.
But with Tver fanning the flames, and with Cruz unwilling to forget the people who had saved his life, they ultimately settled on "more people inside the U.S. government know about this anyway" as their reason, a friendly suggestion from Tver, and merely warned them not to spread word of magic.
As for whether they might accidentally say a few strange things in their sleep, well, that was only human.
Tver could not bear to let such a wonderful event be buried.
Of course, the U.S. government's official explanation was that it had foreseen a terrorist attack and evacuated the passengers from the plane in advance.
As for how the plane had flown without a captain, they would have to ask the terrorist who was now reduced to a partial corpse.
In the end, perhaps Tver himself felt he had gone too far, so before the U.S. Department of Magic could become truly angry, he quietly returned to Britain.
Of course, he also had to return to Britain as soon as possible because the Weasley twins had blown up the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes shop they had worked so hard to renovate.
After the once-dilapidated building had been renovated, its exterior had been freshly painted red and purple. The sign reading "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes" even had an amusing mannequin on it, its left hand repeatedly putting on and taking off a hat as it performed a small trick for passersby, making a rabbit appear.
If the mannequin's head had still been there, that is.
Looking at the building before him, now with a large hole blasted through it and even the front door knocked loose and lying weakly on the ground, Tver sighed helplessly.
"When I received your letter, I thought you had blown the whole building into the sky. Turns out you only blew a hole through it and scattered all the shelves inside that had finally been arranged."
Hearing the professor's sarcastic words, the Weasley twins lowered their heads and muttered, not daring to argue.
No, they did not dare argue loudly.
"None of the goods were damaged. We just need a few days to sort everything out again, patch this hole, put a new head on the mannequin, and finally fix the door. Then we can reopen…"
George counted on his fingers. If Fred had not reminded him, he would not even have noticed the way Tver was staring at him.
"Ahem, Professor," George hurriedly tried to make up for their mistake, "we developed an incredibly powerful new product!"
At that, Fred could no longer suppress his excitement and pride either, and he gestured animatedly as he explained to Tver.
"Didn't you tell us to imitate muggle products? So we found a complete guide to muggle military equipment!"
George immediately reached into the small bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm that the professor had given them and pulled out a thick, beautifully printed illustrated book.
What appeared on the cover, and what immediately made Tver deeply uneasy, was a heavy log transporter with a huge "DF-5" printed on it.
And George's left hand happened to be pointing directly at that log transporter.
"It says here that this thing called a missile is especially powerful. It can easily fly from one end of Britain to the other, and it's incredibly accurate!"
A frightening feverishness appeared on the Weasley twins' faces at the same time, almost bordering on madness.
"So we developed a Mischief Bomb!" Fred pressed his hands together into the shape of a cone.
"That's right, a Smash-Bomb!" George added. "A magical bomb that can smash enemies to pieces from hundreds of miles away!"
"Then how do you aim it? And how do you make sure the enemy doesn't Apparate before the mis… Smash-Bomb explodes? Likewise, how do you guarantee the explosion won't hurt our own people?"
Tver was nearly going mad.
It was not that the Smash-Bomb they had developed was unimpressive. In fact, for them to create a magical missile in such a short time was extremely impressive.
The problem was that their battles with Death Eaters depended mainly on mobility.
Both sides rarely stayed in one place for long, and they even more rarely gathered in large numbers, standing there stupidly and waiting for this Smash-Bomb to fall on their heads.
George and Fred looked at each other.
They had only played around once with a small line-of-sight explosion inside the workshop. How could they have considered so many problems?
Seeing them like this, Tver rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"You haven't spent all this time fiddling with this Smash-Bomb, have you?"
"Of course not!"
This time, both George and Fred began rummaging through their small bags, then pulled out one ordinary-looking item after another as if taking turns.
"This is a spell-proof outfit. It works similarly to the Shield Charm. As you requested, even non-wizards can use it, but replenishing the magic still has to be done by a wizard."
It was the same idea as Tver's Shield Charm badge, except this was a one-piece green work uniform.
"This is a magic bomb. It stores an enhanced Impediment Jinx. The force of the blast can knock down a Giant!"
This one was actually quite good. Used indoors, it could even slam an unprepared Auror into a wall. Its power was respectable.
Tver nodded in approval.
"It's just that the range is a tiny bit small. About two feet in diameter…"
Roughly the length of the forearm Cruz had lost.
Tver stared speechlessly at the black ball in George's hand.
Seeing the professor's dissatisfied expression, Fred quickly pulled out a long firework stick.
"But that's all right. To make up for the bomb's shortcomings, we also developed this Disarming Charm firework stick!"
George belatedly took it, eager to make up for having embarrassed himself in front of the professor, and raised the wooden stick in his hand.
"Once you pull the fuse, it will continuously fire Impediment Jinxes until every enemy has been knocked down!"
Seeing him pull the string without hesitation, Tver had no time to stop him and could only ask quickly, "Then how do you make it stop?"
"Huh?" George lowered the firework stick slightly, looking puzzled. "Why would it need to stop? Once the materials inside are used up, it naturally stops, doesn't it?"
"Biu."
The moment he finished speaking, a red spark shot from the tip of the firework stick and struck the mannequin's left palm with perfect accuracy.
"Bang, bang, bang…!"
Before George could even raise the firework stick, bursts of light fired one after another, rapidly striking the already fragile mannequin.
"Boom!"
With the final explosion, the mannequin that had survived the first blast instantly shattered into a pile of fragments, raining down like debris.
"Professor…"
George and Fred watched as Tver expressionlessly blocked all the fragments. They smiled ingratiatingly.
"We have to renovate anyway, so blowing it up one more time is understandable, right?"