Bulgaria's territory would be split up. That was news many people had already guessed, or known outright. But what differed from what they had first learned was that now, aside from taking Durmstrang's shares as well, the United Kingdom had not actually joined in the division of Bulgarian land. Instead, it had given all of it away to the other countries that had originally been expected to receive only more monetary compensation.
This unreasonable phenomenon made the wizards speculate about the purpose behind Harris's move.
Sure enough, before long, British Minister of Magic Owen himself also mounted the podium, planting both hands on it, his face ruddy and his spirits high. He was not wearing formal wizarding robes, but, just like on the day war had been declared, was inappropriately dressed in an H94 Auror uniform—this made quite a few wizards realize that something else was coming, because the war was already over, yet he was still wearing that outfit...
"Today belongs to you, to the purest generation that has experienced victory in war. You are the future." Owen stretched out his right hand, his fingers pointing upward as he swung his arm sharply. "We have achieved victory, but we cannot relax. We must remain vigilant at all times. Our country's enemies are still at large... After seizing the former German Ministry of Magic headquarters this time, we have already obtained more evidence of their crimes, especially regarding the mastermind behind this attack—there is an even more evil country hidden behind this attack."
"Make them pay!" "Who are they?" "Hiding behind everything so sinisterly?"
Many British wizards in the Great Hall burst into angry Shouts, indignantly waving their arms.
In truth, the damage the United Kingdom had suffered in this attack was not much greater than that of other