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Chapter 1672: A War with No Victors (One Hundred Twenty-Two)
Chapter 1672: A War with No Victors (One Hundred Twenty-Two)
"It didn't go as planned. That man was prepared," the visitor said, standing quietly to the right of the middle-aged wizard as he tended to the Muggle whose finger had been bitten off by a werewolf, using a prepared potion to stop the bleeding.
"Wasn't that expected?" The other man wrapped the Muggle's injured hand after the bleeding had stopped and then returned him to the secure dungeon.
"If those werewolves don't cause them enough trouble, that man will be coming for us soon," the visitor said, having come to discuss this matter. They had stirred up a hornet's nest this time, and their opponent would not let them off easily.
"He can certainly do that, and he will," the middle-aged wizard said, "but I believe the number of werewolves next month will force him to lower his proud head and reconcile with us."
The middle-aged wizard seemed to have anticipated this situation. "Before that, we need to prepare a scapegoat, and it must be substantial enough to at least save face for them."
"Do you think he will let us off that easily?" the visitor asked.
The visitor understood the implication of the wizard's words but still hesitated. Could it really be that simple?
"Voldemort is dead, and his remnants will soon disappear," the middle-aged wizard said indifferently as he finished bandaging the last Muggle. "We must make him understand that if he hadn't pursued us relentlessly, things wouldn't have escalated to this point."
In fact, everyone was well aware that the current situation was different, and it was almost impossible to achieve a stable outcome like the last Wizarding War.
Therefore, this confrontation was necessary, especially after Voldemort's death. If they didn't want to be devoured to the point of leaving no bones behind, they had to have a strong deterrent.
"It's hard to imagine that Parkinson actually agreed to put the greater good first." The visitor still found it hard to believe that Parkinson, being young, would agree to such a risky plan.
"The Parkinsons have gained the most, and if he wants to swallow everything without choking, he needs to pay the price," the middle-aged wizard said with a twist of his mouth. "Moreover, that man is merely trading his life for the future of his family."
"Indeed, Parkinson has guts," the visitor commented.
"How else could he have washed his family's reputation and completely cut ties with Voldemort?" the middle-aged wizard said meaningfully. "Besides, a new heir has been born into the Parkinson family, a boy, I've heard."
"I see," the man murmured. "Let's hope everything goes as smoothly as expected."
All of Voldemort's remnants knew their ship was sinking, and to survive, they needed to find an opportunity to jump ship.
But the price of jumping ship was too high.
What made them even more helpless was the Unbreakable Vow they had been forced to take during their affiliation, which almost ruled out the option of selling out their teammates.
Because of this, they had to find alternative methods, perhaps engineering a situation where someone would self-destruct and betray them, minimizing the losses for the rest.
As for the "heavily damaged" Parkinson family, there was always the Unbreakable Vow as the last safeguard.
However, would things really go as smoothly as they had planned?
If it were in the past, they might have been able to brush it off.
But now, it was uncertain.
After so many years of being the bad guys and doing despicable things, did they really think they could pat their behinds and declare themselves good people?
Perhaps they should ask the victims' families about that! ...
"It's over, and there were no unexpected incidents," George said as he walked towards Albert with a cup of wine, clinking his cup with Albert's.
"I heard some unlucky guy from the Ministry got bitten," Albert said.
"Yeah, I heard about that too. I wonder how that idiot managed to get bitten by a werewolf," Fred said as he joined them, putting his arm around Albert's shoulder. "Aren't you going to celebrate with everyone?"
"It seems the situation is much better than I expected," Albert said as he surveyed the celebratory field and raised his cup to the excited crowd. "We have thwarted the plot of Voldemort's remnants. This is a great victory!"
The field soon erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. It was clear that all the participants in this werewolf hunt were extremely excited.
Unlike the Aurors of the Ministry, they didn't have to worry about the Ministry's response and could even afford to be more relaxed. They saw this evening's action against the werewolves as an interesting hunting activity, and everyone involved was having a great time.
They enjoyed the freshly heated delicacies prepared by the house-elves, drank butterbeer with ice, and loudly chatted about the exciting hunt, not forgetting to curse Voldemort's remnants for their audacity in creating werewolves.
"Don't let them carry on for too long," Albert said, turning to Shan Na.
"You're such a killjoy!" Lee Jordan complained.
"I estimate that Harry and Ron will wait until dawn to deal with the werewolves," Albert said.
Ignoring Lee Jordan's complaint, Albert turned to the Weasley twins and said, "One of you can take Ginny back to Number 12, Grimmauld Place."
"I can stay and wait..."
"Albert's right, staying up late isn't good for the baby," George said as he walked over to his sister. "I'll take you back to rest."
"You don't have to worry about Harry. Only one unlucky guy named Bolt got bitten tonight," Fred reassured them. "Percy told me that all the Aurors will be resting at home tomorrow."
Ginny hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and left with George.
"You should get some rest too. We need someone with a clear head to help keep an eye on things," Albert said to Shan Na.
"Are you saying we're unreliable?" Shan Na asked.
"We're not kids anymore. We don't need babysitting," protested some of the crowd who had overheard.
"If you were reliable, you wouldn't be holding a banquet here," Albert said bluntly. "If I were those Death Eaters, I'd definitely give you a surprise when you're at your most relaxed."
This was one of the main reasons why Albert hadn't immediately returned home to rest.
"Well, thanks to you, then," they said, raising their glasses to Albert with a smile.
Although they felt that Albert's concerns were a bit unnecessary, they also found his words reasonable. Those Death Eaters dared not make any big moves precisely because of Albert's presence, and his deterrence was more effective than that of the Ministry.
Harry and Ron arrived earlier than Albert had expected, and they weren't alone. All their friends who had become Aurors together showed up, but they all looked exhausted, a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of the Avalon residents. When they saw the celebration taking place, their faces showed their disapproval.
(End of Chapter)
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