"Then I understand!" Wizet nodded, a more concrete plan forming in his mind.
Wizet had previously seen the original draft of what Voldemort was currently talking about through the Spirit-Calling Casket, from Barty Crouch Jr.;
Based on Barty Crouch Jr.'s original draft, Wizet could also roughly determine when Voldemort would truly get to the point and reveal his real objective;
What Wizet needed to do now was leave enough room to maneuver, then inform Dumbledore of the location and strike at Voldemort before he got to the point.
"Minister Fudge, please remain calm," he said, looking at Cornelius Fudge. "I should find the exact location very soon..."
"How could I possibly be impatient?" Cornelius Fudge forced out a smile. "Go on... go on..."
"Why have we remained stagnant, with nothing changing?" Voldemort took a deep breath. "Let me tell you the answer!"
"Because Muggles are too weak. War destroys many things for them—the power, wealth, order, everything they value will vanish with war..."
"Yet this also has an advantage. Having lost everything, they can rebuild everything! They can regain power, wealth, and order according to their own wishes!"
"But wizards are too powerful, and the remnants of the old age were never destroyed!" There was a trace of regret in his voice. "You should have realized it!"
"What was not destroyed is the International Statute of Secrecy! And the International Confederation of Wizards led by Albus Dumbledore! They are all stubborn relics of the old age!"
"They are hindering us, hindering the progress of the magical world we live in! We should have a better tomorrow! We should never have had to hide ourselves away!"
"Albus, I'm beginning to understand why Wizet said that..." Headmaster Kamba said with the air of someone enjoying a show. "Voldemort really does