"You were absolutely targeting us on purpose!" Carl Gustafsson and the others still refused to let it go. "Otherwise, how could they have succeeded?"
"What do you mean, 'how could they have succeeded'?" Prime Minister Major's voice suddenly rose, carrying undisguised rebuke.
"Have you forgotten what Mr. Lovegood said? This was an experiment! As long as it produced useful conclusions, it could be considered a successful experiment!"
"Exactly!" President Jacques spoke up in agreement. "Mr. Gustafsson, I hope you remember that this world has changed a great deal. Some things are not as self-evident as you think."
"You question Mr. Lovegood for 'treating people differently,' but let me ask you... when you had just mastered magic, what was on your minds?"
He turned to Carl Gustafsson, his tone deepening. "Was it, 'Magic is amazing—what can I do with it?' Or was it the narrow-minded comparison of, 'Why is his light brighter than mine?'"
Carl Gustafsson's expression stiffened. His lips moved, but no words came out.
President Bill of North America also rose to his feet, his voice carrying unquestionable authority. "I hope you put yourselves in the proper position and recognize just how shameful and pathetic what you are doing truly is!"
"I greatly agree with Mr. Lovegood's view. Magic is not a closed castle, but an open mountain peak!"
"And what you did today was not fighting for our right to climb that mountain. Because you could not climb it yourselves, you wanted to block the only mountain path with a mudslide! I am ashamed of your conduct!"
Rita Skeeter sat upright in her seat, the corner of her lips curling slightly as she thought, Wizet, was this your goal?
*You do not even need to speak. There are already people willing to become your allies, gladly refuting them