It was precisely for this reason that relations between wizards and goblins gradually worsened. Yet before the goblins truly caused trouble, few wizards paid much attention to the matter. Unless the Third Goblin Rebellion broke out—but it was already the end of the twentieth century. Something like that was hardly likely to happen, and even if a goblin rebellion did occur, it would not make much of a splash.
Did they really think British wizards were all dead? Having just gone through the Second Wizarding War and vigorously purged Inferi and werewolves, the Ministry of Magic was now brimming with martial spirit. It was not afraid of a goblin rebellion at all; it even hoped for one.
That would give Kingsley a suitable excuse to crack down on the goblins. Then no troublesome people would stand in the way of Kingsley using the assets left behind by Voldemort's Remnants to support the Ministry's subsequent reforms.
After receiving the message Percy had specially delivered, Albert merely glanced at it and tossed it onto the table.
Even if the two sides really came to blows, that would be next year's problem. It had nothing to do with Albert, who planned to take his whole family around the world next year.
At the end of the day, he had already done everything he could.
At present, Albert was seated at the teacher's seat, attending Hogwarts' Halloween Party alongside the staff and students.
To be honest, despite how lively the Halloween Party appeared, it was actually rather boring. Albert had never been a fan of the Weird Sisters, much less their somewhat deranged songs.
If possible, Albert would rather have gone home to accompany his wife and daughter and enjoy a dinner carefully prepared by the House-elves than face this peculiar Halloween feast.
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