"I'm afraid I can't grant your wish, Eius. Cass transferred from Beauxbatons. The Palaiologos Family's influence in the Greek Ministry of Magic may indeed have declined severely, but that's nothing. However..."
At this point, he stared fixedly at Eius, who was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "But in recent years, members of the Palaiologos Family have been taking up an increasing share of important positions in the French Ministry of Magic. Even Albania has been trying to win them over. If he is executed within Greece, you and your academy will become the fuse for a conflict between two nations!"
"Then we just don't let them find out, right? Kill him and report it as an accidental death. He'll be dead—what can they do?" Eius suggested in a low voice, his eyes shifting.
Tika burst out laughing, paying no heed to Eius's displeased glare. "No wonder your academy has the highest death toll. Have you been nobles for so long, or eaten so much stinking sheep's cheese, that your brains have calcified? Do you think you're the Minister of Magic?"
Eius slammed a hand on the table. "What do you mean by that, Tika? Aren't you a noble too? Have you been a headmaster in that shithole for so long that you've actually started taking the side of those lowborns?"
"Enough! Shut up, all of you! You idiots only know how to fight amongst yourselves!"
The Ministry of Magic's overseer released a surge of magical power. Its intensity forced the two headmasters beside him to shut their mouths, and even Headmaster Nero was thoroughly startled. None of them had expected this shriveled old man, stationed at the school for decades, to be so powerful.
Seeing that everyone had calmed down, he withdrew his pressure. Then he turned and glared