The most direct impact of the resignations of the staff from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, including Mr. Weasley, was that the Ministry of Magic suddenly had no one available for that department.
In fact, without Mr. Weasley and his subordinates, they didn't even know the most basic laws and regulations regarding the misuse of Muggle artifacts.
Because of this, the magic-integrated technology products Amanda was pushing into the Muggle market faced no obstruction from the Wizarding World at all, as they simply didn't know how to stop it and couldn't spare the manpower anyway.
Losing an entire office at once left them too busy reorganizing to do anything else; Fudge was losing hair by the handful.
At the same time, facing resistance from the Y Country Muggle World, Amanda adopted two different approaches.
First, regarding those who wanted to use financial traps to swindle the factories and companies under her, she followed the suggestion of her two mothers and left everything to them, as they had volunteered to handle it.
As for how her mothers would handle it, Amanda had a good idea; Mother Rowena and Mother Helga were very powerful and certainly proficient in Memory Charms, so she wasn't worried at all and had absolute confidence in them.
Second, regarding those who truly had doubts about her products or were skeptical about a young Witch doing business in the Y Country Muggle World.
Amanda sent them products manufactured by her own factories and tirelessly wrote letters explaining her goals: she wanted to use the combination of magic and technology to advance modern technology in all aspects, further reduce prices, and allow the general public to lead better lives.
Among these people, an "antique" Member of Parliament in the Y Country Muggle World, Edibe Dilworth, was the most vocal opponent of Amanda's products entering the Muggle market.
As a seventy-year-old man, he considered himself quite capable of accepting new things, but magic... as a veteran MP, he had been around not just during the current prime minister's term, but also during the previous two, so he was fully aware of the existence of the Wizarding World.
He was one of the few insiders in the entire Muggle Government of Country Y. He opposed Amanda's products entering the Y Country Muggle World because he couldn't be sure whether the British Wizarding World harbored good or ill intentions toward the Muggle World.
Furthermore, he couldn't be sure if magic-infused items were truly effective. Think about it: self-operating vacuum cleaners, self-knitting needles, and a whole series of such things—it sounded a bit unreliable, didn't it?
Of course, his biggest concern was the impact Amanda's products might have on the manufacturing industry of the Y Country Muggle World itself. If these products of magic and technology were truly that convenient and effective...
Would anyone still choose to use the original products of the Muggle World? Obviously not. If that were the case, what would happen to the people in the manufacturing industry? The products they produced would gradually become obsolete, they would lose their jobs, and how would they support themselves and their families?
So Edibe Dilworth could only stall, uniting with other MPs to delay as much as possible, holding back Amanda's products. This was their insecurity and their concern for the people.
"I can completely understand their behavior; in fact, I'm happy about their thoughts and actions,"
Amanda said as she wrote a letter to old Mr. Dilworth. "Because it proves that they truly care about the ordinary people of the Y Country Muggle World."
"They are worried about the common people and their lives."
As she looked down to write, Amanda's face was filled with a bright smile. Even though her products were being held back and her motives questioned, she was still happy about it.
Because she knew that being held back proved those MPs were speaking up for the people and for the future of the Y Country Muggle World. Of course, there were also many MPs colluding with existing interest groups mixed in, but that didn't matter.
If there was even one MP who could speak for the people of the Y Country Muggle World, it was enough to make Amanda happy, and enough for her to write a letter specifically to explain everything to him.
What's more, there was more than just one such MP.
"Yes, some of them truly care about the people," Hermione said, gently drying Amanda's hair. "But they certainly are doubting you."
Amanda was such a good person; although Hermione knew rationally that the MPs' suspicion was normal, emotionally, she definitely didn't want to see Amanda being doubted.
Her Amanda was so wonderful, always considering others before herself in every aspect—how could anyone doubt her?
Hermione thought with a hint of possessiveness and wilfulness.
"We've just come into contact; it's normal for them to doubt me." Amanda turned her head and lightly kissed Hermione's right hand, which was drying her hair.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and gently brushed the back of her hand against Amanda's lips. This girl was becoming more and more lively.
"Besides, this time has basically allowed us to see who truly cares for the people," Amanda gestured with the letter Dilworth had written to her, "and who has been bought off by those giants who suck the people's blood."
She raised her other hand, which held a thick stack of letters.
These people thought that by writing in high-sounding terms and hiding their true faces beneath the words, they could defeat Amanda from various moral angles, or even lead her into the financial traps set by those behind them.
But what they absolutely didn't expect was that Amanda only needed to read their letters once to deduce the selfish motives hidden beneath the words through the tone, grammar, and syntax used. Her estimated accuracy was as high as 92.6%.
"Later, combined with the list Mother Rowena and Mother Helga got from the people behind them, Hermione will be able to directly determine who is usable and who is not."
Hermione was slightly stunned upon hearing this. She stared at Amanda for two seconds before reacting. "So you've already decided that I want to work in the Muggle Government of Country Y?"
Amanda nodded without hesitation, her expression firm and solemn. "The position of Minister for Magic is already as good as yours, Hermione. Now we just wait for the right time for Fudge to be forced out. When you take office, no one will be able to stop you."
"After that, Hermione will surely set her sights on the Muggle Government of Country Y. To further drive world change and fulfill the promise you made to me—to not let this world become like my original one—all of Britain's forces must be united. Only then can we maximize the smooth promotion of the integration between the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. Am I right?"
Amanda blinked her eyes at Hermione. Hermione felt her hair and, finding it dry, set the towel aside, then cupped Amanda's cheeks with both hands and rubbed them with a bit of force.
"Exactly right. You really do know me too well."
A proud smile curled on Amanda's lips. A thought suddenly popped into her head: of course she knew Hermione; she certainly knew her.
Facing an MP like old Mr. Dilworth, who had worked for most of his life and truly cared about the people, Amanda, in an effort to move him, not only sent him a Self-cleaning broom, a Magic cloth that washed dishes on its own, and Magic knitting needles that could knit sweaters by themselves, but also wrote him a letter every day about what she wanted to do and her measures to ensure the livelihoods of the people in the Y Country Muggle World.
Now, every morning when Dilworth opened his eyes, he was greeted by an Owl waiting outside the window. His wife, Meylor, expressed her amazement at this.
"Why is it that an Owl comes to find you every day? They even bring letters and things I don't recognize."
Dilworth paused while retrieving the letter. He took the letter and item from the Owl's leg, turned back to his wife of several decades, and shook his head. "It's nothing. You don't need to worry about these things. Go back to sleep for a bit."
It wasn't that he didn't trust his wife, nor that he didn't want her involved in his work. It was just that they were both old. As for himself, from the day he became an MP, he was prepared to work for the people of Country Y until his heart stopped beating.
But for his wife, he didn't want her to worry about potential changes at her age; he just wanted her to enjoy her golden years in peace.
Supporting his waist, Dilworth sat stiffly in a nearby chair and opened the letter from Amanda. After reading it with a clear mind, he raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
He had to admit that this person named Amanda was very thoughtful and full of ideas. In today's letter, she even stated that her factories would fully absorb the employees who were already in the industry.
The ordinary people of Country Y would not lose their livelihoods. The ones who would lose everything were the giants who stole the "blood and sweat" of the people; they would meet their downfall in Country Y, either leaving in disgrace or disappearing entirely from its soil.
Enterprising and determined—Dilworth had to say this lady named Amanda was truly enterprising, just as he had been in his youth, high-spirited and sworn to fight for the people of Country Y.
But the difference was that even though he tried to remain "incorruptible" and didn't join any faction, and even though many MPs supported him, he was ultimately hindered and unable to make a splash against the sun-blocking, intricate giants.
But this Ms. Amanda was different; she possessed more miraculous abilities—magic—and she even wielded a terrifying amount of wealth.
If he were a few decades younger—no, even just a dozen years younger—he would have joined Ms. Amanda to the very end.
But he was old now; his former enterprise had hidden its edge. He feared that if this failed, the future awaiting the people of Country Y would be even harder.
Putting down the letter, Dilworth sat in his chair until it was time for work. He stood up, changed into his suit, and as he took the tie handed to him by his wife Meylor, he gave her a gentle kiss.
"I'm going to work."
"Be careful on the way." Meylor nodded, straightened Dilworth's collar, and watched him leave the house.
Turning around, Meylor walked to Dilworth's desk, picked up the stack of letters from Amanda, and sat down in the chair.
After decades together, how could she not know her husband? They had no children, so for him to be so conflicted and troubled, it had to be about the people of Country Y, if not himself.
Let this old woman see what was bothering her husband so much. This fellow had loved overthinking and getting into dead ends when he was young, and he was still the same in his old age.
As she slowly read the letters, the smile on Meylor's lips grew wider. It wasn't until she finished Amanda's last letter—the one that arrived today—that she suddenly realized she had forgotten to eat lunch, and even lost track of time.
Putting down the letters, Meylor felt as if she could see a high-spirited young lady standing before her, waving her hand and shouting at the giants that overshadowed the people of Country Y: "You will all be annihilated before the people!"
She set the letters aside and unwrapped one of the items piled nearby. Meylor took the enchanted kitchenware to the kitchen. The next moment, the utensils seemed to be activated, flying from Meylor's hands and beginning to automatically cook delicious dishes for her.
Watching this incredible scene, Meylor even felt as if she were becoming young again.
When Dilworth returned home in the evening, he saw Meylor sitting quietly on the sofa reading a book, with the knitting needles beside her automatically knitting a sweater.
"Meylor, why did you open those letters and items?"
Dilworth gave a helpless yet indulgent smile, walked over to Meylor, and sat down beside her, gazing at his beloved.
Meylor put down her book and looked up at her husband. "Don't think I don't know. You left the letters on the desk and the items nearby just so I would see them."
"The things you don't want me to see or touch, you always hide in the desk drawer."
"Meylor..." Dilworth acted like a child before her, showing a rare side of himself that wasn't so steady, no longer appearing like a weathered old man.
"You're hesitating and want me to persuade you?" Meylor looked at him with certainty and pointed with a chuckle at the knitting needles still knitting away.
"Do you really need me to persuade you, Dilworth? With products like these and that lady's precious attitude, you know what choice to make."
"Meylor, I'm not sure. If it fails..."
"If it fails, then start over," Meylor said, shaking her head to interrupt him. "The world never lacks the courage to start over, Dilworth. Someone is always young."
"Don't go getting old and turning into a villain in a story." Meylor laughed, joking with her husband.
"You always help me make up my mind," Dilworth reached out and hugged Meylor. "Thank you, dear."
"It's not that I help you make up my mind," Meylor hugged him back and shook her head gently. "You had already decided what to do long ago; you just needed someone to give you a push to take that final step."
"Additionally, I don't think we need to be so formal with each other, dear Dilworth."
The two elderly people smiled in each other's arms. Although the sunset outside was a different sight, it was still as warm as the rising morning sun.
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