"International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy"

"Wait, Mr. Tierra... you mean... you want us to use these... guns to shoot you?" Richard Ruiz Toledo, a boy from an Eastern European Muggle family, asked in oddly accented english.

"Yes, Mr. Toledo," Tierra replied with a smile.

"But Mr. Tierra, I don't understand." Richard Ruiz Toledo remained resistant. "Why do you want us to shoot you?"

"Think carefully about what this class is called." Tierra smiled. "Dark Arts Practical Class. Believe me, Mr. Toledo, although every course we teach now advises us to live peacefully alongside Muggles, to form a community of shared destiny with them, and to avoid conflict with them as much as possible—"

"But ideals are ideals, and principles are principles. The moment we truly come into contact with Muggles, there is a high chance that what awaits us will be the guns and bullets stored in these wooden crates." Tierra explained patiently. "While we gaze up at the stars, we must also keep our feet on the ground. In other words, we have no intention of harming Muggles, but at the same time, we must guard against the possibility that they may see us as aberrations and seek to launch another round of Witch Hunts."

"Yes, Mr. Tierra, I understand, but what I don't understand is why we are the ones holding these guns while you are the one using magic." Richard Ruiz Toledo pressed on. "Shouldn't we be the ones using magic, while you are the one using firearms?"

"As for that..." Tierra smiled and continued, "the reason is very simple. First, I haven't developed bullets that can be fired from these assault rifles without hurting people. Second, like all of you, my knowledge of how to use these firearms is infinitely close to zero. Put plainly, I don't know how to use