"I seriously suspect the people at the International Wizarding Federation never had good intentions from the start. Otherwise, how could they have come up with such a rotten idea?"
"Politicians have never been reliable. Rather than expect them to save Britain, we might as well wait for Lord Voldemort to suddenly drop dead one day."
"You could tell from the Aurors they sent to reinforce Britain. They collapsed at the first blow. It's unbelievable that foreign Aurors could be so useless."
At that moment, everyone was gathered together, talking over the newspaper's contents and the recent events all at once.
They had been living in this hotel for some time now. Ever since life had settled down again, these energetic people had begun to grow restless.
After all, they were a group of vigorous young people, and none of them were particularly well-behaved.
"Come to think of it, where's Albert? He hasn't shown himself for days," someone suddenly asked.
The surroundings immediately fell silent.
After a long while, someone finally said,
"He's probably still teaching Harry magic."
"I wonder when he'll have time to teach us magic."
Those words clearly struck a chord with many people present and earned plenty of agreement.
"Most of you haven't even mastered the most basic Charms, and you already want to learn more advanced magic?"
What had originally been an exchange meeting for magical knowledge had somehow turned into a place for everyone to complain and grumble.
Why did someone always want to go out and stir up trouble every day?
Watching the noisy crowd, Shanna sighed softly. She raised her hand and clapped hard several times, then raised her voice to suppress the noise in the meeting room.
"Quiet, everyone."
After everyone turned their eyes toward her, Shanna continued, "I hope you haven't