After pausing for half a minute, he waved to the tens of thousands of wizards gazing up at him like pilgrims and continued in a ringing voice.
"England's prosperity, strength, and equality may be what many of our friends from abroad yearn for.
If you have a keen eye, a passionate heart striving for progress, and a mind not too trapped in outdated thinking,
then England welcomes you with open arms.
If you remain lost in the stale fantasies of the past, unwilling to wake up, and are too lazy to do anything but enjoy yourself, then I'm sorry.
England will always turn you away.
Here, I won't hide anything from you. The wonderful things you see were not built without effort.
And the dangers lurking beneath them are immense.
There are far, far too many jealous people in this world who cannot bear to see others doing well.
They will target us, sabotage us, and try every means to destroy the beautiful home we have built.
My friends who have already become, or will soon become, England Wizards,
what should we do about these people with their vile intentions?"
Shawn's impassioned, somewhat inflammatory words drew every wizard in, whether local or foreign.
There was a chorus of grinding teeth.
After that collective gnashing of teeth, countless furious cries rang out, finally swelling into a surging tide of outrage.
"Down with those vermin!"
"Defend England!"
"..."
Shawn did not keep whipping them into a frenzy. Too much would only backfire.
He had delivered this speech ahead of time merely to build momentum before the conference.
It was a negotiating tactic.
Now he held the advantage in both public support and strength, making it much easier to secure every possible benefit at the upcoming conference.
He said a few more words,