A senior Muggle official spoke up in confusion. "You mean... taking a person anywhere?"
Griselda Marchbanks gave an affirmative reply. "Yes! Anywhere!"
"Anywhere at all?" Another senior Muggle official frowned deeply, his tone carrying even greater concern. "Such an unrestricted power... is dangerous in itself."
He looked at Griselda Marchbanks and pressed on. "Is there no way... I mean, no magic that can limit it?"
"Like that magic you use... to restrict a wizard's instant movement. Is there no similar magic, or some other weapon, that can stop a Phoenix from doing this?"
Hearing this, Griselda Marchbanks raised an eyebrow, her tone growing sharper. "That's right. There is no way to limit it!"
"Phoenixes are exceptionally rare magical creatures. Though they are rather proud by nature, they can still be considered gentle and will not cause destruction without provocation."
"Can be considered 'gentle'?" Yet another senior Muggle official emphasized the word "gentle" as he followed up.
He frowned, suspicion filling his expression. "Is there really no way to... tame one?"
"Tame one?" Griselda Marchbanks's brows shot upward. "I already told you! Phoenixes are proud by nature. At most, you can become friends with them."
She gave the senior Muggle official a long look. "Not this so-called 'taming' of yours, nor the... exploitation you are truly plotting!"
At Griselda Marchbanks's words, the senior Muggle official frowned as well, but he did not argue.
That was indeed what he had been thinking. He truly wanted to tame and make use of a Phoenix.
Griselda Marchbanks lifted her chin slightly, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the senior Muggle officials.
She continued, "Precisely because their magical gifts are so unusual, all we can do is coexist with them amicably. We cannot conduct any in-depth research on them."
"Therefore!" She raised her voice