Late at night, in the kitchen of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters.
Mrs. Weasley, who was in a daze, was staring at the freshly brewed cup of hot cocoa. What was she thinking in her mind?
"What's the matter, Molly?"
Mr. Weasley put the cloak on his wife's shoulders and asked with a frown.
Mrs. Weasley shook her shoulders slightly, looked sideways at her husband, and lowered her voice and said, "They really did that?"
Molly really couldn't accept her son doing such a thing.
"You should be well aware of the situation in the British wizarding community. If this wizarding war continues, they will all have to face it sooner or later." Arthur knew what his wife was worried about, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, they won't
Something will happen, you should trust Albert, that kid is very stable and doesn't like to take risks."
"No, I just..."
Molly put down the cup in her hand and said with a trembling voice: "I just... think it's bad to do that. You know, I really don't want them to... kill people."
She knows exactly what her child looks like.
Although Fred and George were naughty and mischievous, they were still good people.
However, ever since they proposed that amazing plan, Molly felt deeply uneasy. She really couldn't understand why Fred and George became so extreme. She was worried that they would embark on a path of no return, and even more worried that they would not return.
The future will be affected by this.
"No one likes killing, but... sometimes if you don't kill, others will kill you. After all, we are not Dumbledore, and we can't be like him..."
Mr. Weasley trembled his lips slightly. He knew very well how ridiculous Molly's idea was, but he could only speak softly to calm her emotions.
Who made Molly his wife?
Arthur knew very well that his wife was not an innocent person, but when it came to his son, she lost her usual judgment.
No one likes killing people.
However, in this era, there is actually no harm in being cruel.
"They are very close to Anderson. It's normal to be affected to some extent. That guy is very hostile to dark wizards."
Moody, wearing a thick cloak, walked in from the door, holding a bottle in his hand and drinking the strong liquor inside to ward off the cold.
Moody was actually disgusted with what they did, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it, especially after seeing so many Muggles being brutally killed by dark wizards and turned into inferi, it was even harder to say anything.
In the final analysis, whether it is Sirius, Fred and George, they are only increasing their chances of winning little by little by attacking the dark wizard.
It's really thanks to Albert that they are now strong enough to rival the Death Eaters.
"No one would like to do that if possible, but eventually someone needs to stand up against the mysterious man."
Kingsley took the hot cocoa from Molly, said thank you, took a sip, and sat down on the armchair next to Moody.
"Those guys have gone completely crazy. They recently destroyed a small village and turned all the residents there into inferi." Kingsley couldn't help but sigh deeply when talking about this incident.
There are more melons than you expected, and those guys... all deserve to die."
Kingsley originally planned to do it himself. He had stayed in the Ministry of Magic for a long time and knew the internal situation of the Ministry far better than Sirius. However, this proposal was declined by Sirius, because according to Albert's prediction
, he will probably become the Minister of Magic in the future. If that is the case, it is best not to leave a stain.
"This is, in Anderson's words, waste utilization!"
Moody stuffed the bottle into his cloak, picked up a hard piece of meat pie, sniffed it, and handed it to Kingsley, who was drinking hot cocoa.
"Don't you have some midnight snack?"
Kingsley took a bite of the meat pie and knew the reason. He threw the rest of the meat pie into the hot cocoa and soaked it.
"I'm going to get you two portions of mashed potatoes. They said they were instant food that Fred and George bought from Muggles. Arthur tasted them and said they tasted good."
After Mrs. Weasley helped boil the water, she scooped a few spoonfuls of mashed potato powder into the cup, rinsed it with boiling water, stirred it evenly, and sprinkled some black pepper powder on top.
"How does it taste?" Arthur asked curiously.
"It's okay. It tastes much better than the previous food called instant noodles, but it's a bit monotonous and not as delicious as the freshly made noodles." Kingsley took another spoonful into his mouth and commented.
“The taste is a bit bland.”
Moody sprinkled more black pepper into it, which was undoubtedly more delicious than the hard meat pie.
Although Moody did not like Albert, even he had to admit that Albert did inject new hope into them.
"It would be nice if that guy wasn't so cruel."
Moody himself had killed many dark wizards, but he still felt that Albert was too cruel and his thoughts were too scary.
Especially after he killed hundreds of dark wizards with Scrimgeour's hand, Moody realized that this guy was more dangerous than Voldemort, and couldn't understand why Dumbledore was so relieved about him.
"It's better to be ruthless, our enemy is the mysterious man after all." Kingsley looked deeply at Moody, shook his head and said: "That is never an opponent that can be defeated easily."
Moody said nothing because Kingsley was right.
"If we follow Anderson's prediction, those dark wizards will sooner or later become our enemies in the final battle. Instead of turning them into enemies that may hurt everyone in the end, it is better to reduce the number of enemies first. I admit that his approach is indeed a bit...
But there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Kingsley put down the mashed potatoes he had finished and said with a self-deprecating expression.
"If the Ministry of Magic is not controlled by a mysterious person, they can get a pretty good bounty from the Ministry of Magic if they catch those murderous dark wizards. The current situation is indeed quite special, but I don't think they will do that.
There is a problem, and in the final analysis, this matter is a problem for us and even the entire Ministry of Magic."
"They're just forced to make their moral boundaries more flexible, think about the people who are being sheltered in shelters."
Kingsley didn't want everyone to have any prejudice against Albert, after all, the hope of defeating the mysterious man was pinned on him.
As for Harry, Kingsley certainly believed in Harry, but... in short, he hoped that everyone would recognize the reality.
Defeating the mysterious talent is the most important thing.
There was a brief silence in the living room.
At this time, footsteps suddenly came from outside the corridor, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Harry appeared at the door, looking at the people inside with slight surprise: "Aren't you all asleep yet?"
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just can't sleep."
Harry had a complicated expression on his face. He overheard all the conversations here through his telescopic ears.
"Is hot cocoa possible?" Mrs. Weasley began to make hot cocoa for Harry with freshly boiled hot water.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome Harry."
Harry looked at Kingsley and Moody and said, "I heard that Sirius is planning to get some galleons from the Ministry of Magic's bounty to subsidize our expenses?"
"Sirius is already working on it, and has achieved good results for the first time. I heard that they are planning how to make a big fortune from the Ministry of Magic." Kingsley nodded.
"It's good. I heard that those dark wizards killed a lot of Muggles. It would be good for everyone to die as soon as possible." Harry suddenly said: "After all, being too kind to the enemy sometimes means being too kind to oneself."
Human beings are so cruel, if we don’t kill them, God doesn’t know how many Muggles will die in their hands.”