"Just as I expected."
Kingsley remained very calm. He had long guessed that this Inferi attack likely involved factional conflicts within the Ministry of Magic.
During the period when Voldemort controlled the British Ministry of Magic, the "pure-bloods" who supported him had taken far too many benefits, angering everyone else.
Now that Voldemort was dead, the power bloc that had formed around him had also fallen apart. Yet as defeated remnants barely clinging on, the "pure-bloods" were unwilling to spit out all the benefits they had swallowed, leading to the irreconcilable dispute before them.
Perhaps ordinary wizards did not feel it, but the Ministry of Magic's upper ranks all knew that many of them held high positions not because they were better than their competitors, but because they were representatives or insiders of a certain faction.
So-called fair competition had never existed from the start. As long as your abilities met the passing line, they had ways to steadily push you up the ranks.
This was also the main reason why wizards from most Muggle families found it difficult to rise to high positions in the Ministry of Magic: the spots had been claimed in advance.
They simply did not make it too obvious. There were not actually that many internal conflicts, at most making people feel that someone had been selected entirely because he was pure-blood.
Of course, truly outstanding Muggle-born wizards could also sit at the table, but such cases were exceedingly rare, and they usually did not end well.
Norbert Leach was the best example. As the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history, he had served for only a few years before contracting some mysterious illness and dying from it.
But Kingsley did not need to worry about that, even if the figures in the crystal