After some maneuvering by the investigators, Murphy had removed the British Ministry of Magic from the International Confederation of Wizards.
From then on, the International Confederation of Wizards no longer had any legitimate grounds to enforce laws across borders against Murphy.
From now on, if any wizard from another country wanted to deal with Murphy, he could frame it as a provocation against the British Ministry of Magic.
This also eliminated any possibility of Dumbledore using his position as "President of the International Confederation of Wizards" to stir up trouble again.
In any case, leaving the group cost them nothing—after all, to wizards, international affairs were more or less equivalent to the Quidditch World Cup. Murphy truly did not care.
With one problem in the wizarding world resolved, Murphy's other fishing plan was also unfolding on the Muggle side.
In a private villa outside London, a banquet was being held.
The banquet had gathered celebrities and dignitaries from every walk of life, but compared with the lively main hall, a tea room on the other side of the villa was far quieter.
There were only six people here, but each one of them was worth more than everyone in the banquet hall combined.
The seventh chair in the room stood empty. None of the gentlemen spoke. Some smoked in silence, some sipped tea, and some rested with their eyes closed.
Before long, the door was pushed open.
A familiar face walked in. Everyone rose to their feet and shook his hand.
"Michael," an elderly man sighed. "We shouldn't be meeting. If people outside see us, it'll cause quite a bit of trouble."
"But I had to come personally for this matter," said Britain's current Prime Minister, Michael Hurd.
"What are you planning to do?" another man asked.
"Last time,