Perhaps this young woman could share in the prize. She deserved it, really. Tom claimed responsibility for his own actions, but still, he was not ungrateful for help that others gave him. She had prevented the other witch from killing him at age eleven, and she had kept him from turning himself into a monster to be hated and despised. The Muggles did fear him—and rightly so—but they also loved him. After all, he smirked to himself, there had been no more nuclear attacks after Grindelwald had taken over the world. The wizards gave and the wizards could take away, and no Muggle wanted to go back to that. Furthermore, most of the Muggle leaders had surrendered, but those few—mostly generals and bootlickers who had counted on having the ear of their prime ministers and presidents—those few who had been so reluctant to cede power, who had resisted their rightful overlords, had been punished rather publicly. The general population of Muggles had learned what would happen to those who did not accede to their Greater Good.