"Not entirely. The biggest difference between potions and magic is that there's no barrier to becoming a Beyonder. As long as there are potions, anyone can become one, so the upper echelons of various countries are actually willing to cooperate with the Church."
"But Warlocks are born that way. You either are one or you aren't. By cooperating with Warlocks, the upper echelons of various countries gain virtually nothing except an overlord sitting on their heads."
"And in fact, even your world falls far short of the 'For the Greater Good' Dumbledore and the others wanted. Ordinary people are equally ignorant of Beyonders. The two sides haven't split into two different races or classes, with one ruling the other-the highest ranks of various countries include Beyonders, but also great nobles who are ordinary people, like your father."
"On the contrary, official Beyonder organizations like the Nighthawks don't exist to rule or control ordinary people, but to protect them-even at the cost of their own lives."
At this point, Edward suddenly scratched his head awkwardly. "Ahem, what I just said was purely armchair politics. Don't take it too seriously."
Audrey looked puzzled. "Armchair politics?"
"Well, talking politics without actually doing anything. When men get together, quite a few of them indulge in it to some extent, criticizing the problems of the day, calling this leader stupid and that one an idiot, just for the pleasure of talking tough."
She burst out laughing. "You're just a boy... and you call yourself a man."
Edward shrugged helplessly, unable to argue.
After finishing their Butterbeer, the two left The Three Broomsticks. The cold wind that greeted them made them both hunch up-they had been so warm inside the pub that they were wearing only thin Wizard Robes.
Edward hurriedly waved his wand, changing Audrey's