Umbridge watched the enormous convoy of Rolls-Royces gradually disappear into the distance.
She gave a low chuckle. Soon, her laughter grew louder and louder, until it became wild and unrestrained.
The butler beside her stood staring straight ahead, as though he were nothing more than a statue.
Umbridge turned and walked toward the vast manor. She was its owner now.
She could almost see the near future, when the Dark Lord would reign over the world, and she would be one of the most powerful people alive, second only to him!
The black, bulletproof Rolls-Royce glided smoothly along the asphalt road without the slightest bump.
Morgan checked his watch and took out a bottle of cola. No one would have guessed that the head of the Morgan Family was a devoted cola enthusiast.
The cola produced specially for him had a rich flavor. He pulled the tab on the can and took a long, satisfying gulp.
With keen interest, he asked:
"What do you think?"
Rockefeller leaned back against the soft leather seat with his eyes closed and said flatly:
"Stupider than I imagined. If all those legendary wizards are like her, then... that is very welcome news indeed."
"But there's no denying that her proposal is tempting. And they've endured for so long, even keeping the Holy See firmly under their thumb. Surely the Wizarding World isn't entirely made up of fools like her?
Even this woman calling herself Umbridge seems merely too inexperienced to me..."
Morgan sipped his cola contentedly, as though the man he had been back at the manor were someone else entirely.
"That's precisely why we must never cooperate with wizards. Once they integrate into our society, it will be a catastrophe for us.
A partner we cannot keep in check is no partner