The British Ministry of Magic's handling of werewolves had utterly stunned their foreign counterparts and sparked a wave of discussion across the European magical world.
Some inevitably felt such extreme measures were too cruel, but more supported Kingsley's approach to dealing with werewolves and discussed whether they ought to follow suit to solve their own werewolf problems.
But before seeing the results, imitation was unlikely.
Still, Kingsley had gotten his wish and received a wave of friendly financial support from abroad.
After all, werewolves remained a massive hidden danger. If the British magical world could successfully eliminate that threat this way, the problems that followed would become much easier to deal with.
There was no doubt that Kingsley had gained a great deal of prestige from this, and his position had become even more secure.
But everything had its pros and cons.
He had recently run into some problems: the move had been far too ruthless, and it had drawn far too much hatred toward himself.
Quite a few werewolves wanted to kill him, but it was difficult for them to do much to Kingsley.
Especially after Kingsley's home was attacked by werewolves again, his residence came under the tightest possible protection.
"No wonder Albert never wanted to reveal that he had anything to do with it."
After finishing tonight's radio news segment about werewolves, Lee Jordan took a Butterbeer from Sirius, took a small sip to wet his throat, and could not help sighing. "I'd bet that guy saw it coming."
The werewolves who did not want to lose their "freedom" now hated Kingsley bitterly. Otherwise, there would not have been that last attack.
Of course, that might also have been a deliberately arranged attack.
Everything had been too coincidental.
One lesson he had learned from Albert was that