At the sight of Allen's actions, Alfred's face flushed crimson. The wizards from the Pureblood families felt the same way, glaring furiously at Allen. Some of them, unable to control their emotions and feeling they had nothing left to lose, such as Pureblood Wizards like Ben Bulstrode and Goblins like Griphook, even could not stop themselves from loudly denouncing Allen as far too arrogant and contemptuous of everyone else.
The angry uproar seemed finally to draw Allen's attention. The Headmaster of Hogwarts turned his head and glanced at them. After his transforming Prophecy Eye activated, his gaze grew even more devoid of human feeling, and beneath that stare, those fellows with half their curses still stuck in their bellies seemed to have their throats seized, unable to speak for a moment. Only then did Allen's calm voice drift out. "Whether it's me, the Harris Family, your Pureblood families, or the Goblins, as long as we want to do something, that's our freedom as wizards. Of course, the premise is that as long as it doesn't violate any laws, no person or institution has the right to interfere... So if you want to close your shops, or protest legally, or do something else... that's your own business. Why drag unrelated people into it?"
For a moment, Allen's words left the wizards of the Pureblood families and the Goblins unable to find any pretext to respond, and they were struck speechless. Alfred, however, seemed unable to stop his mouth after exploding just now, and he continued angrily, "We have devoted ourselves to the future of the British Magical World! Is this how you humiliate us? Is Britain's future less important than one meal for the Headmaster of Hogwarts?!!!"
"What does your families' business decisions have to do with Britain's future?" Allen asked