In the conference room at the Defense Association headquarters, Albert was holding an impromptu meeting. The members who had come to attend could distinctly feel the oppressive atmosphere in the room.
"I imagine you've all sensed it by now. You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters are expanding their influence with reckless abandon, and many Muggles have already become innocent victims in their hands."
Albert sat at the head of the round table, speaking a string of utterly hollow clichés.
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