She waved a hand. "Oh, nonsense. There's always room for more. You should have come to some of my dinners when I was younger," she said off-hand.
"I know, Mr. Weasley," she said, trying not to snap. It wasn't his fault that Dumbledore thought he could ran the country and the world. "Whatever you have to say, I've thought it myself."
She stood up, and paced behind her desk. "Don't you think I don't know that. We've done the most advances in the international field." She never thought that Weasley would have worked so well, but he did, raising above house stupidity.
"We'll try to keep this as secret as possible. I have spoken with Dumbledore and all his inquiries have abroad have been based on hypothetical cases." She put her hands on the back of her chair and stared at Weasley. "Move fast. Unfortunately, that's the best I can tell you. Like it or not, opposing Dumbledore would mean the end of our careers. It might not happen tomorrow or the day after, but he has a way of getting what he wants. I'll speak to him again and make sure that any official requests to the Confederation doesn't happen until after you get your treaty on the giants passed."
She smirked at his arrogance. "Dumbledore will tell you that he knows better than you."