"The Ministry of Magic has always been well aware of the current predicament facing the British wizarding world: the chain reaction caused by an increasing shortage of imported raw materials... The reason we did not respond to everyone's demands before was because we were doing everything in our power, planning on multiple fronts and searching for a way to prioritize solving this problem... And now, we have found one..." Owen waved a hand.
The Minister of Magic's aide, John Bassa, took out a Water Pipe that had long since been prepared. Mist poured from his mouth, and the illusion it formed spread through the air. An enormous world map was clearly projected overhead. Among the crowd, a rather impatient wizard lowered his voice and asked the wizard beside him, "Why is Harris showing us a world map? Are they planning to start a war?"
The illusion changed next. Owen waved his wand at several places on the enormous world map, marking out a triangle in blue. "Over the long course of history, these regions have either been located at the borders between other countries' magical worlds, remote and undeveloped, while those countries' magical communities, hindered by neighborly relations or the difficulty of development, gave up any claim of jurisdiction over them... Much like the ungoverned forest in Albania where Voldemort once hid, or Delia Island at the northernmost tip of Scotland. Because of the presence of XXXXX-class Quintapeds, which are particularly fond of eating humans and have reddish-brown hair on their bodies and legs, these islands have never been charted on maps, nor have we sent ministry personnel to manage them..." As Owen spoke, a smile appeared on his face. "But according to our investigation, these regions contain some of the raw materials we currently lack... Although all of them