While Fred, George, and Lee Jordan busied themselves with Albert's wedding, the Death Eaters began making plans of their own.
If they did not want the Ministry of Magic interfering with the murders on the twelfth, they had better cause the Ministry some trouble now and leave it too busy to concern itself with that Mudblood's wedding.
Many Death Eaters had realized that the Dark Lord wanted to kill the Mudblood named Albert Anderson, and they could see just how wary Voldemort was of him.
Master of Prophecy?
A super genius?
A dueling champion?
No, none of those were the point.
The point was that the Mudblood had only entered the wizarding world seven years ago.
In merely seven years, he had achieved things that left wizards around the world dumbfounded. Give him another ten years, five years—no, two years. Just two years, and who knew how far he would grow?
He was probably another figure like Dumbledore.
Yet there was no doubt that this Mudblood was even more dangerous than Dumbledore.
Not only Voldemort—even they had realized it, though they were unwilling to admit it.
That was why, after Fudge refused to join him, Voldemort had not immediately sent his Death Eaters to slaughter Muggles. Instead, he had waited patiently until now to make his move.
If the Death Eaters led the giants in attacking Somerset County, they could not only take revenge on the Ministry of Magic but also accomplish their own objective.
Once Somerset County suffered heavy Muggle casualties, the Ministry would have to devote a great many people to covering up the truth, tying down most of its attention.
When Lucius Malfoy led the Death Eaters to attack Albert's wedding, the Ministry's response would be much slower. By the time reinforcements arrived, everything would already be