"The Dark Lord really never stayed quiet for a moment. He had only just returned, and he'd already caused such a huge mess."
"The British wizarding world really is plagued by disasters these days!"
Sirius Black set down the dull newspaper from the Muggle world and looked up at Kingsley, whose expression was grim across from him. "Are you all right?"
It was as though Kingsley had not heard Sirius Black. His eyes were fixed on the headline about the collapsed reservoir. "They're completely mad. Are they planning to go to war with the Muggles?"
Kingsley had once served as the Muggle Prime Minister's assistant, so he understood Muggles better than most wizards. Muggles were not livestock to be slaughtered at will, nor were they fools. Especially with one accident after another, they would sooner or later uncover the truth.
Even though he had cast Obliviate on England's Muggle Prime Minister and temporarily erased his memories concerning wizards, they would eventually find clues amid this string of disasters.
Whether it was the villagers massacred in their homes, the vital transportation bridges that had been destroyed, or even the sabotaged reservoir, traces of wizards could always be found.
This flood had already submerged a great number of Muggle villages, leaving countless Muggles homeless.
How was this supposed to be cleaned up afterward?
Kingsley simply could not imagine the Muggles tolerating some absurd excuse being used to brush this aside.
No government, no one, would tolerate such a provocation.
"I think you're worrying too much. The Muggle Prime Minister has already been sent away for treatment after suffering a mental breakdown from overwork. Things are just as chaotic on the Muggle side."
Sirius Black picked up another newspaper from nearby, tapped the article with his finger, and said, "Besides, this isn't the