"I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't, because you're still thinking about how to bet on both horses."
Kufi stood up, walked to the window, and gazed out at bustling Diagon Alley.
"What is the argument between Ogden and Umbridge really about? Fighting over what already exists. Arguing in a sealed room about how to arrange the furniture. One wants to bring back the antique furnishings, the other wants to slap on pink paint."
He turned around and pointed at the manuscript on the desk.
"And this Weasley boy, what did he do? He kicked down the wall and told everyone in the room-there are electric lights outside, central heating, flying machines. While you're still arguing over whether the fire in the fireplace is burning brightly enough, the people outside have already begun phasing those things out."
Caldwell froze. He looked at the manuscript as though seeing its true face for the first time.
"He... he didn't name a single person involved in the argument."
Caldwell murmured to himself.
"No mention of Ogden, no mention of Umbridge, no mention of Holmes, not even Rita... He bypassed the existing battlefield entirely."
"He isn't bypassing it, Edgar. He's attacking."
Kufi walked back to the desk and picked up the manuscript, an irrepressible excitement in his voice.
"He forcibly dragged everyone's attention from 'what should we do among ourselves' up to 'what will the world do to us if we don't do something soon.' Look at these figures. The Magical Congress of the United States of America purchased twelve hundred sets of Golden Skynet. We purchased twelve. He didn't demand to know why. He simply put the numbers there. Tsk, tsk. This reminds me of that fellow Holmes."
"Haven't they cut ties?"
Caldwell was puzzled.
"But he did follow