Response

Right after the Ministry of Magic detained the goods, Zhang Zongde in London received the news.

A newspaper lay carelessly tossed onto the table. "Elder, these foreigners are being a bit unreasonable. They detained all our goods." Zhang Youzhi stood before the sofa, his face full of indignation.

"Elder, say something. Are we going back, or are we continuing? We need to figure something out." Zhang Youzhi dropped onto the sofa, shifting uncomfortably as if the foreign sofa had suddenly become unpleasant to sit on.

Zhang Zongde set down his teacup and gazed distantly out the window, seemingly lost in thought. "Damn it, they even dared to intercept Laozi's goods. Go send word to the sect. I'll go talk this over with Dumbledore. This isn't just our problem."

Not long after, an Eastern face appeared at Hogwarts. The students all curiously turned their attention toward him. To them, it felt like seeing a foreigner for the first time.

Because of certain historical factors, Eastern faces had never been particularly common internationally, especially those from China.

Even the Muggle world was like that. In the comparatively more isolated Wizarding World, it was even worse. Many Wizards would never have imagined in their entire lives that people could look like this.

In the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore seemed to have been waiting for him.

"Mr. Zhang, you're here. Please, have a seat." Dumbledore courteously gestured with his hand.

"There's no need to be so polite, Senior Dumbledore. I truly came today because there is an important matter to discuss." Zhang Zongde was not as willing as before to follow Dumbledore around in circles. This was no small matter—it was hostility from the Ministry of Magic.

Zhang Zongde walked over to a chair and sat down after Dumbledore did.

"This matter did indeed happen