As Carl Gustafson's words fell, the air in the circular hall seemed to freeze.
The Muggle officials exchanged glances, looking far more relaxed than before.
Amelia Bones's face darkened. She turned slightly and lowered her voice as she said to Dumbledore, "Albus, should we..."
Having fully settled into her role as Minister for Magic, she immediately heard the undisguised ambition in Carl Gustafson's words. This was no negotiation—it was naked seizure of power.
"Amelia, put your mind at ease!" Dumbledore shook his head lightly, a sharp glint flashing through his bright blue eyes. "I believe Wizet can handle the current situation perfectly well."
"Compared with this, the situation during the Paris Region Incident was far worse. Besides, they are only discussing matters now. It has not reached the point of casualties."
When the Paris Region Incident had occurred, Wizet had contacted him and laid out the entire plan for dealing with the Isaiah Society.
It had been a mad, bold, yet meticulously thorough plan—enough to prove that even under immense pressure, Wizet could retain sufficient calm and strategic judgment.
And now, all Wizet had to face was a minor alliance among Muggle officials, along with the final struggle of a few representatives chosen to serve as "scapegoats."
Dumbledore waited with great interest, a faint sense of anticipation rising within him. If those "scapegoats" remained so relentlessly unreasonable, perhaps... something unexpected might happen.
Especially after he had studied the ritual magic array in the circular hall out of curiosity, that anticipation seemed to be... growing ever stronger.
Some fundamental issues were, in truth, difficult to reconcile through so-called "understanding."
If one truly wanted the other side to accept certain views, one had to consider whether more extreme measures were necessary.
When the two sides held different positions, one possible solution was