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Chapter 1371: The Light of Salvation
Chapter 1371: The Light of Salvation
As the saying goes, a smile doesn't disappear; it merely transfers from your face to mine.
While the Death Eaters were busy cleaning up the mess left by the foreign dark wizards, the entire British wizarding community was abuzz with the recent major event.
The news of the deadly conflict between the Death Eaters and the foreign dark wizards, resulting in significant casualties, spread far and wide. Many listeners who secretly tuned in to the Wizarding Wireless Network cheered and wished for the Death Eaters and the foreign dark wizards to perish together.
However, what truly shocked them was the recent mass breakout from Azkaban.
No one expected the long-inactive Harry Potter to suddenly raid Azkaban with like-minded companions who shared his desire to resist He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, freeing those who had been persecuted by the Death Eaters.
This good news undoubtedly boosted everyone's confidence in defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named once again.
Some emotionally charged wizards even went as far as to "accidentally" cause quite a stir in celebration of this rare victory.
Of course, only a handful of informed individuals knew the inside story—that the Defense Association had deliberately orchestrated these events, not only to celebrate this great victory but also to remind everyone that victory was within reach and that they should bravely stand with Harry to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! It was a bit sad to admit, but there was no denying that all these schemes were designed to awaken the courage of other wizards and guide them to join the noble cause of resisting He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, rather than remaining as fence-sitters.
Initially, when he heard this suggestion, Harry had instinctively objected, but he eventually relented and took on this shining cause upon everyone's persuasion.
As a renowned savior, there was no one better suited than Harry to convince more wizards to bravely stand up against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Listening to the detailed broadcast of the Azkaban breakout on the radio, Harry, who had just finished the rescue operation, felt embarrassed.
He had no choice in the matter.
After all, it was Lee Jordan who had shifted all the credit from Albert to Harry.
"Don't be embarrassed, Harry," Ron said, handing Harry a bottle of Butterbeer that he had just uncorked. He clinked his bottle lightly against Harry's, took a big gulp from his own, and continued, "Think about it carefully. If people knew you were the mastermind behind all this, your situation would become extremely dangerous. I dare say that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will be itching to get rid of you after this."
Although Harry thought Ron's words made some sense, he didn't pursue the topic. Instead, he asked, "How many people did we rescue from Azkaban this time?"
He had been involved in the resettlement of the rescued prisoners from start to finish, but Harry wasn't very clear about the specifics. All he knew was that the number was quite large, even more than they had anticipated, and the supplies they had initially prepared were almost insufficient.
"I heard it was over a hundred people," Ron replied. "About a third of them are willing to join our cause and fight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers."
Ron, who had been talking to Harry, had sharp eyes, and it seemed like he spotted something. He quickly stood up and waved to Hermione as she walked towards them. "Over here."
"It's more than we expected," Harry said, sounding surprised. "Looks like Albert was right. The harsh life in Azkaban can help those fools see the reality and find the courage to stand up against oppression.
It's better than dying in misery. As for those who choose to give up resistance and curl up like armadillos, all I can say is that cowards and weaklings exist everywhere, and they will completely lose the Defense Association's protection.
"I thought you'd feel that the number of people willing to join us was small."
"Harry, Sirius is looking for you."
Hermione hurried over and reached out to grab Harry's arm.
Harry handed the untouched bottle of Butterbeer in his hand to Hermione and asked, "What is it, Hermione?"
Hermione gulped down most of the Butterbeer, took a moment to catch her breath, and then explained, "They all think it would be best for you to make an appearance on the radio."
"Do they want me to hypocritically take all the credit?"
Harry strongly opposed the idea. He wasn't Lockhart; he didn't have such a thick skin, nor was he interested in becoming famous.
“It's not about you, Harry,” Hermione said, easing Harry’s discomfort. “It’s just that they feel you should speak about this as a collective effort from everyone involved.”
Hermione’s words made Harry feel better; he truly disliked the idea of doing something that went against his wishes, which would make him feel sick.
“This success is indeed the result of everyone’s collective efforts, which is why we were able to rescue and properly assist those wizards imprisoned in Azkaban,” Hermione explained with a smile. “They seem to feel that all wizards should unite against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.” “That’s unlikely,” Ron said, setting down his empty bottle of Butterbeer with a dismissive air. “Most wizards are cowards, relying on you, Harry, to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Asking them to bravely stand up and rebel is like asking for their lives.”
“Shut up, Ron.” Hermione glared at Ron before turning back to Harry. She agreed with Albert’s approach and felt it was right to take advantage of this rare victory to unite more people.
The more people who resisted He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the greater their chances of victory in the future. As for the destruction of Horcruxes, Hermione wasn’t worried; she believed Albert was already on top of it.
Even if Harry were to fail, she was certain he would find a way to resolve the issue, as it was crucial to defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
“Can’t it wait until another day? Everyone’s already tired today,” Harry said, still reluctant to go on the radio.
“People are celebrating this victory, and they’d love to hear what you have to say,” Hermione said, not giving Harry a chance to refuse as she pulled him toward the broadcast room.
And so, the British wizards listening intently to their radios heard Harry’s slightly weary voice.
“To be honest, our raid on Azkaban wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. We’ve had similar ideas for a long time but never found a suitable opportunity until recently, when the Death Eaters and those foreign dark wizards created a ruckus, presenting us with an opening.” “Whether it was risking our lives to rescue the prisoners or taking care of them afterward, it was all thanks to the collective efforts of everyone involved. No single person could have accomplished this alone. It’s a testament to the power of unity, and we shouldn’t rely on a so-called ‘Chosen One’ to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. My individual power is ultimately limited…”
“The Death Eaters? Nonsense. They are nothing but bullies, preying on the weak and cowering before true strength. At most, they hide behind the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to oppress wizards who dare not resist. But when faced with a real challenge, their true colors show.” “In fact, the most dangerous and evil Death Eaters were all killed by Scrimgeour. We should thank him for his past contributions. Now, this new batch of Death Eaters is a joke, as evidenced by the fact that we’ve never lost to them in a confrontation.”
“Oh, and according to the latest information I’ve received, it seems some of the wealthier Death Eaters have been robbed by those dark wizards.” Although Harry didn’t fully agree with everything written on the parchment, he was less opposed to this broadcast. It was necessary to use this opportunity to make a series of persuasive statements to rally more people to their cause.
And indeed, it proved that these new Death Eaters were nothing but paper tigers, and it was crucial to expose them for what they were to encourage more people to stand up against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Finally, it was over! After the broadcast, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and, along with everyone else, left the broadcast room, feeling exhausted.
Mrs. Weasley had prepared a small celebration to commemorate this hard-won victory.
“To our unprecedented victory!” Harry raised his glass of Butterbeer to the surrounding members of the Order of the Phoenix.
At that moment, in the headquarters of the Defense Association, at the Burrow, and in safe houses everywhere, people were secretly gathering to celebrate this triumph.
Glasses were raised, and cheers echoed through the rooms.
(End of Chapter)
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