Hermione stood up. Her originally bushy brown hair had been pinned up behind her head with the help of several tubes of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, and to hide the haggardness left by her illness a few days earlier, she had specially asked an Umbrella stylist wizard—something she usually did not much like using—to spend a rather long time giving her a crisp, professional makeup look with magic.
"At present, although the Ministry of Magic has already decided to develop these ungoverned areas, the resources these places can supply us with will inevitably be insufficient to support a full resumption of work across the entire British Magical World. However, they should still be enough to maintain the basic needs of our own country's wizards..." Hermione's words threw cold water over quite a few people, but then she changed tack. "But we have taken into account the interests of many workshop owners, so the Ministry of Magic and Umbrella have jointly formulated a series of revival plans. For the time being, we will name it the 'March Plan.' Its purpose is to complete an initial economic transformation of the British Magical World within three months..."
Sweat beaded on Bulstrode's forehead, his brows knitted tight as he lowered his voice to Alfred beside him, who had not said a word. "For this Mudblood to speak so frankly means she's extremely confident in Umbrella's follow-up measures, Alfred... Things don't look good."
After quite a while, Alfred replied in a low voice, "Listen first. What the Harrises are doing today has already exceeded our expectations. Don't rush to voice opposition..."
"The most important step in the March Plan is that, over these past days, Minister Owen of the British Magical World has reached a new agreement with the upper levels of the British Muggle government..."