"Taking away our seats on the board wasn't enough? Now you want to make sure our descendants can never study at Hogwarts? You're trying to wipe us out!"
"Harris, how can you be so vicious?"
"You've gone too far."
Like a single stone stirring up a thousand waves, the moment they heard Allen's announcement, the Pureblood Wizard school governors watching from the sidelines could no longer keep silent or cling to their fantasies. They erupted, denouncing Allen one after another.
"Neville! You stupid boy! You defied your family to support him, and what happened? I'll wager you're going to be expelled too. Your family is your greatest support." Algy Longbottom, beside himself with rage, stared at his simple-looking nephew Neville Longbottom standing in the crowd. His teeth ground together with a chattering sound, and an uncontrollable fury flashed in his eyes, making him look like an enraged lion. He and Ben Bulstrode, who was also burning with anger, drew their wands almost at the same time—there was a thud as the Death Knights took one neat step forward in unison. The scrape of armor and the synchronized raising of their weapons felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over the Pureblood Wizard governors' heads. Seeing the armed wizards of Umbrella also begin to reach for their wands, they powerlessly lowered the wands in their hands.
Among the other governors, indescribable worry, regret, and fear made these Pureblood Wizard governors begin to resent Dumbledore in their hearts as well. Some, in their panic and despair, even cursed him outright.
"Dumbledore really has gone senile. He worked with Harris for so long, yet he didn't understand his strength at all? He acted without being completely sure, and in the end we didn't gain a single thing."
"We never should have come