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Chapter 1431: Verbal Therapy
Chapter 1431: Verbal Therapy
Not everyone could remain rational when faced with a problem, especially when it concerned the safety of themselves and their loved ones.
Of course, one couldn't blame them either. As people grew older, they tended to become more pragmatic and selfish.
Most witches and wizards in this wizarding war preferred to remain neutral, patiently awaiting the return of peace.
Naturally, they were willing to support and welcome such an outcome, as long as it didn't require risking their own lives to create this so-called peace for others. As long as it wasn't their own family, they were content to wait it out.
This was also the main reason why these relatives despised Albert, the leader of the resistance against the Death Eaters: in their eyes, Albert was undoubtedly the source of the danger threatening their families, and it was only natural that they disliked him.
The subsequent negotiations were not going well.
After all, the relatives approached this matter with bias, and it would have been a miracle if the discussions had gone smoothly.
However, when the other party refused to engage in reasonable dialogue, those with the strongest magical prowess gained the upper hand.
This directly led to more than half of the relatives being knocked out by their own children using the Stunning Spell, and their memories being altered with the Memory Charm.
This scene truly sent shivers down the spines of the remaining relatives who were still standing.
"You…," one of them started.
"At least, they're alive," George said calmly.
Albert looked at the remaining relatives and continued, "If we had let them leave as they wished, it wouldn't have taken more than a few days for them to be captured by Death Eaters and tortured to death."
"I know you find it hard to believe," George said with a malicious smile, "but this is the truth. I remember, from the group of Muggle-born wizards we rescued from Azkaban, there were two or three who refused to listen to our advice. Not long after leaving the shelter, they were caught by Death Eaters and met a terrible end."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the others," Kenneth leaned against the door frame, a sinister smile on his face. "Many people witnessed them being brutally killed by Death Eaters right outside the shelter."
"I remember a lot of people had nightmares after that?" Fred added.
"You just stood by and watched them be killed by Death Eaters?" The relatives were shocked.
"We never interfere with those who seek their own demise," Kenneth said matter-of-factly. "Even if they die horribly, it's their own choice."
This was undoubtedly a blatant warning.
But what the relatives didn't expect was for Kenneth to be even more blunt and ruthless.
"To be honest, if you weren't their family, we wouldn't even bother wasting our breath here. We're all tired from the night's work, and the fact that we're taking the time to talk to you like this already shows our unity. Otherwise, who cares if you live or die?"
Kenneth found their lack of awareness laughable. He continued, "Helping you survive is the greatest kindness we can offer. If you don't have the courage to stand against the Death Eaters, then stay put in the shelter and accept our aid. To be frank, with your poor Dark Arts defense skills, you're not even qualified to join us on our missions."
Someone had to play the bad cop, to speak the truth that everyone was thinking, to put these ungrateful people in their place, and to prevent them from taking advantage of the association's kindness.
Moreover, scolding these people was undoubtedly a satisfying experience.
For all the association members who believed they were doing the right thing, they refused to tolerate accusations from cowards, even if those accusations came from their own family members.
Not to mention, they were doing something righteous, something beneficial to the entire British wizarding community.
The accumulation of victories had fostered a sense of pride, and they would not stand for such unfair accusations.
Moreover, what gave a bunch of cowards the right to criticize them? To criticize Albert?
This was even more disgusting than the way the British wizarding community had treated Harry Potter.
The communication tonight was not friendly, but at least the issue was resolved.
Soon, everyone dispersed.
After all, they needed rest, especially since it was already the middle of the night.
"Where did Angelina go?" Mr. Johnson asked as he came downstairs and saw Hagrid drinking and chatting with Tonks, who was keeping watch.
"She went back to rest, of course," Tonks explained with a smile. "The Defense Association has its own safehouse, and I hear it's much more comfortable there."
"They're not staying here?"
"Of course not, this is a shelter for survivors," Tonks said, looking at the few people who were approaching them. "I advise you not to leave hastily. I was specifically asked to keep watch for that reason."
"What foolishness were you all talking about?" Hagrid put down his teacup and poked Mr. Diggory in the chest with his large finger. "Albert saved you, and you dare to accuse him? Are you ungrateful for being alive?"
The group frowned at his words.
"Albert has saved the lives of many people," Tonks said as he poured Hagrid another beer. "He's a great man, like Dumbledore. It's because of him that we're able to hide here and bravely fight against the Death Eaters."
"If we want to join the Defense Association..." Mr. Diggory suddenly asked.
"I think the Defense Association wouldn't want you," Hagrid interrupted with a dismissive snort, finishing his warmed beer.
"If you want to join the fight against the Death Eaters, you can join the Order of the Phoenix and help out," Mr. Tonks explained. "The Order was founded by Dumbledore, and they've been fighting against the Death Eaters. By the way, Harry is also a member of the Order."
"There's always someone who doesn't listen," Hagrid muttered, eyeing the man who was preparing to leave.
"I'll take care of it," Mr. Tonks said, drawing his wand and stunning the man.
Hagrid, who was standing beside him, took out a rope, tied the man up, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and threw him into a tent nearby.
"You..." The group was stunned by their actions.
Mr. Tonks shrugged, "We're saving him. If he had left like that, it wouldn't be long before we heard news of his death. Usually, we don't interfere with their choices. After all, they're adults with their own free will."
"However, as relatives of association members, you're receiving special treatment. It's better to be alive than dead, isn't it?"
"Actually, if you really want to leave, you can do so in a couple of days. By then, we definitely won't stop you," Hagrid said, as if he had drunk too much and was starting to ramble. After receiving a kick from Mr. Tonks, he realized what he had just said and quickly added, "Don't be foolish and seek your own demise. Isn't it better to be alive?"
(End of Chapter)
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