"I strongly suspect that the people at the International Confederation of Wizards had bad intentions from the start. Otherwise, how could they have come up with such a rotten idea?"
"Politicians were never reliable to begin with. Rather than count on them to save England, we might as well hope The Dark Lord suddenly drops dead one day."
"You could tell from the Aurors they sent to reinforce England. They collapsed at the first sign of trouble. It's hard to believe foreign Aurors could be so useless."
At that moment, everyone was gathered together, noisily discussing the newspaper's contents and the recent events.
They had been staying at this hotel for some time now. Ever since their lives had become stable again, the energetic crowd had begun to grow restless.
After all, they were all spirited young people, and none of them were particularly content to stay put.
"By the way, where's Albert? He hasn't shown himself for days," someone suddenly asked.
The surrounding area immediately fell silent.
After a long while, someone finally spoke.
"He's probably still teaching Harry magic."
"I wonder when he'll have time to teach us magic."
Those words clearly struck a chord with many people present, drawing a chorus of agreement.
"Many of you haven't even mastered the most basic spells, and you already want to learn more powerful magic?"
What had originally been an exchange meeting for magical knowledge had somehow turned into a place for everyone to vent and complain.
Why did someone always want to go out and stir up trouble?
Watching the noisy crowd, Shanna sighed softly. She clapped her hands sharply several times, then raised her voice to drown out the noise in the meeting room.
"Quiet, everyone."
Once everyone had turned to look at her, Shanna continued, "I hope