Kingsley had never forgotten the Death Eaters and Dark wizards who had suffered brutal retribution and died miserably, nor had he forgotten the mountains of enemy corpses that had piled up after the war.
Although Albert hadn't caused them with his own hands, everything was directly linked to him. In the end, Voldemort’s minions had almost been wiped out in one fell swoop.
Sometimes Kingsley actually wondered if he should just let those bastards provoke Albert, and then have their whole families wiped out one day.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Dawlish asked, utterly exasperated. "How about we find a way to give them a warning and make them behave?"
"We don't have any evidence."
"But we can pretend we have evidence on them in our hands," Dawlish said, looking at the three men lying on the ground. "Didn't you already figure it out? These three scumbags died from spell backlash after spilling some secret."
"Honestly, I don't think this method will work." Kingsley didn't think the other side would give up easily either. "Still, you're right, we still need to talk to them."
"I don't think it'll do much good either. They'll definitely find some other scumbags to cause trouble for us. I'm sure plenty of Dark wizards would be willing to take on a job like that." Dawlish Dawlish didn't think that bunch would settle down, either.
"How about we drag Anderson into this too?"
"And then we all go down together?"
Kingsley snapped irritably, "Let me think of another way. Forget …
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