"You were absolutely targeting us on purpose!" Karl Gustafsson and the others still refused to let it go. "Otherwise, how could they have succeeded?"
"What do you mean, 'how could they have succeeded'?" John Major's voice suddenly rose, his tone carrying undisguised rebuke.
"Have you forgotten what Mr. Lovegood said? This was an experiment! If it produced useful conclusions, then it could be considered a successful experiment!"
"That's right!" President Jacques spoke up in agreement. "Mr. Gustafsson, I hope you remember that this world has changed a great deal. Some things are not as self-evident as you think."
"You question whether Mr. Lovegood gave people 'different treatment,' but let me ask you... when you had just gained magic, what were you thinking?"
He turned to Karl Gustafsson, his tone deepening. "Was it, 'Magic is amazing, what can I do with it?' Or was it narrow-minded comparison like, 'Why is his light brighter than mine?'"
Karl Gustafsson's expression stiffened. His lips moved, but no words came out.
President Bill of North America also rose to his feet, his voice carrying unquestionable authority. "I hope you will put yourselves in the proper position and recognize just how shameful and pathetic what you are doing is!"
"I strongly agree with Mr. Lovegood's view. Magic is not a closed castle, but an open mountain peak!"
"And what you did today was not fighting for our right to climb that mountain. Because you could not climb it yourselves, you wanted to block the only mountain path with a mudslide! I am ashamed of your actions!"
Rita Skeeter sat upright in her seat, the corners of her lips lifting slightly as she thought, Vizet, was this your purpose?
*You did not even need to speak. There were already people willing to become your allies and rebut