Unlike the heads of magical governments across Europe, Thaddeus Berger merely glanced over the proposal before setting it down.
He looked at Vincent again.
"Mr. Wayne, last year I spoke at length with Mr. Lestrange Greengrass. He said that I held a sword capable of cleaving evil, and that I could bring it down with all my strength whenever I wished."
Vincent frowned slightly, but Belg smiled meaningfully. "Mr. Wayne, do his words still hold true?"
"Mr. Minister, that depends on how you define evil."
Belg's smile broadened. "Mr. Wayne, I believe that any action, thought, or even emotion that brings harm or destruction to wizards and the Wizarding World can be defined as evil."
Hermione looked at Vincent with deep concern.
The German Ministry of Magic truly differed from other magical governments. Having once produced a Dark Lord, it was more rigorous and conservative than the magical governments of other countries in all matters.
On one hand, Magical Base Stations would bring new possibilities; on the other, they would destroy countless traditional industries.
But they were mindless, inanimate objects and could not be defined so simply.
Vincent looked at the steaming teacup before him. "Mr. Minister, I understand your concerns, but Magical Base Stations represent an excellent opportunity for the Wizarding World of any country."
The smile vanished from Belg's face in an instant. "Perhaps for other countries, but not necessarily for Germany."
Half a century had passed, yet the German Wizarding World remained shrouded by Grindelwald's shadow.
They feared that another Dark Lord would emerge within their country, and the Ministry of Magic remained constantly on high alert.
That much was clear from the gloomy, oppressive atmosphere, and the badge Portkeys were also meant to prevent enemy invasion as much as possible.
Vincent's brow furrowed tightly, while Hermione,