Driven by Owen's emotions, the wizards below erupted into a chorus of curses. Hot-blooded young wizards waved their fists in fury, and after hearing that Umbrella's measures would at least unilaterally guarantee a solution to unemployment and the survival crisis, their attention shifted, to some extent, onto the forces that had put them in such a situation.
"Make the British Magical World great again!"
"Minister! We have to punish those countries and let them know we're not to be pushed around!"
"Boycott goods produced by those countries! Refuse to let them come to the United Kingdom to buy our products!"
The wizards whose anger had been stirred up roared loudly, drawing echoes of agreement from many others.
"Damn it! Why can they solve things so easily every single time?!" Bulstrode narrowed his eyes, his heart feeling as if it had been clenched tight, his hands balled into fists. "Are they trying to let the Ministry of Magic and Umbrella monopolize the economic industries this time?!"
"When Harris can solve a huge crisis like this, he can indeed shift the conflict and everyone's attention... With his hardline style, he'll gain even more wizards' support... Once their food and warmth are secured, they'll want revenge..." Alfred muttered. "Mr. Bulstrode... we have to go back now... and follow the Master's arrangements... Owen Harris deliberately changed his wording just now... but if this keeps brewing, sooner or later they'll turn their spears on us..."
The sweat breaking out across Bulstrode's back had already soaked his shirt, and he felt a chill all over. The furious gazes of those wizards made his scalp prickle. "I spoke just now... It looks like a lot of people seem dissatisfied with me... You're right. We have to leave... It's too dangerous here..."
"Now then... since everyone understands the