"Dumbledore, have you gone mad?"
In an ordinary room, several white-haired, white-bearded old men sat around a small round table. The one seated in the middle was Dumbledore.
"This is an opportunity, isn't it?" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"This is far too risky. The Ministry of Magic won't agree to it."
"I know. But don't you think Muggle Studies Class has been stagnant for years, with no real progress? During that war, Muggle weapons caused wizards countless casualties. You should know how many outstanding wizards fell to Muggle weapons. Over the years, the weapons of the Muggle world have become even more powerful. If it happens again, how many more talented wizards will fall because they do not understand Muggle weaponry?"
Dumbledore's words silenced everyone present. Younger wizards might not understand that war, but nearly everyone here had participated in it. More or less, they all had friends who had fallen to Muggle weapons.
The Wizarding World really did have a strange mindset. Perhaps it was the sense of superiority accumulated over the years. Even after witnessing the power of Muggle Nuclear Weapons, they still shut themselves away and basked in their so-called wizard superiority. Wasn't that simply isolationism?
"Back then, we could easily hide among Muggles. Even the leaders of the Muggle world did not know where we were. But what about now?"
The room fell silent again. To better conceal the Wizarding World, the leaders of the Muggle world now knew of the magical world's existence, especially the leaders of major nations.
Not everyone in the Wizarding World obeyed that International Statute of Secrecy. Those who lived quietly and lawfully among Muggles were manageable enough. At most, they used magic to make their lives more convenient and comfortable.
In fact, these people often lived the easiest lives