At Ludo Bagman's words, Scrimgeour's expression brightened. He realized that this Magical University really was a lifeline.
Whatever it actually was, it was bound to attract enough attention to draw the wizarding public's focus away.
For the Ministry of Magic, the construction of this Magical University was indeed a good thing.
"Then should we agree and work with them to establish the Magical University as soon as possible?" Ludo rubbed his hands together. Something like this would inevitably go through the Department of International Magical Cooperation, giving him another political achievement to claim.
"No." Scrimgeour shook his head. "First, let's see their terms and what price they expect us to pay."
Scrimgeour certainly didn't believe the Magical Congress of the United States of America was acting out of pure kindness and simply wanted to build a Magical University. In his view, they were most likely looking to squeeze some concessions out of them.
Scrimgeour rose and headed out. "Have your people at the Department of International Magical Cooperation arrange somewhere for them to rest. And Ludo, invite all the department heads who are free at noon to lunch."
"Right!" Ludo immediately scurried over to open the door for Scrimgeour.
Bang! The door slammed shut behind Ivan Selwyn and Obain Nott, making both of them jump.
It was an empty classroom, its curtains drawn so tightly that barely any afternoon sunlight filtered through. The whole room was so dim that they could only just make out people's faces.
"What are you playing at?" Ivan Selwyn looked at Draco, who sat upright in a high-backed chair.
Goyle and Crabbe stood on either side of him like a pair of bodyguards.
Selwyn reached for his wand, staring warily at Draco in his chair.
"Join me." Draco toyed with his wand. In the