Lenn, who had gone out to check the situation, soon turned back.
"Father, it's Scrimgeour!" the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement said urgently. "He's gotten those Patrol Aurors to go on strike, using it to protest the operations we've been carrying out around him lately!"
"Calm down. Look at yourself!" Owen frowned and snapped. "Did many people answer him?"
"Yes, Father... The Patrol Aurors were already dissatisfied because we deliberately sidelined them before... Scrimgeour has a lot of prestige in their eyes..." Lenn immediately replied. "We have to stop them at once, or the public order in our Magical World may deteriorate rapidly. The personal safety and property of wizards won't be guaranteed. Right now, the biggest advantage we have in attracting Immigrants is that the British Ministry of Magic can ensure the safety of the British Magical World."
Owen's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table out of habit. Under Lenn's anxious gaze, he pondered for a moment, then said, "Why stop them at once?"
Lenn said urgently, "Father..."
"Don't bother with them. Let them leave. Let them go." Owen waved a hand, cutting Lenn off. "When necessary, have Penelope bring in the Red Umbrella Department's armed forces from Umbrella to fill the gap. We are the Ministry of Magic, but we are also Harris."
"Doing that, Father..." Lenn said hesitantly. "If Umbrella maintains public order, Umbrella's armed forces will be mixed together with the Ministry of Magic's power. Won't that make it even easier for people to misunderstand that we Harris control the Ministry of Magic? Wouldn't that hand them an excuse?"
"That's why I told you not to stop them at the first moment." Owen deliberately deepened his tone, walked to the window, and watched those Patrol Aurors leave the Ministry of Magic with their