"Lord Voldemort really couldn't stay quiet for even a moment. He had barely returned before causing such a huge mess."
"The British magical world really has been plagued by disasters lately!"
Sirius put down the dull newspaper from the Muggle World and looked up at Kingsley, whose expression was grim. "Are you all right?"
Kingsley seemed not to hear Sirius. His eyes remained fixed on the headline about the collapsed reservoir. "They're completely insane. Are they planning to start a war with the Muggles?"
Kingsley had once served as the Muggle Prime Minister's assistant, so he understood Muggles better than most wizards did. Muggles were not livestock to be slaughtered at will, nor were they fools. Especially with one accident after another, they would sooner or later uncover the truth.
Even though he had cast a Memory Charm on Britain's Muggle Prime Minister, temporarily making him forget everything related to wizards, they would eventually find clues in this chain of incidents.
Whether it was the villagers who had been massacred, the vital transport bridges that had been destroyed, or even the sabotaged reservoir, traces of wizards could always be found.
This flood alone had already submerged countless Muggle villages, leaving huge numbers of Muggles homeless.
How was this supposed to be cleaned up afterward?
Kingsley simply could not imagine the Muggles tolerating such absurd excuses to brush the matter aside.
No government, no one, would tolerate such provocation.
"I think you're worrying too much. The Muggles' Prime Minister has already been sent away for treatment after suffering a mental breakdown from overwork. Things are a complete mess on the Muggle side too."
Sirius picked up another newspaper from beside him and tapped its contents with a finger. "Besides, I don't think this is the time to worry about that. At