"Are we just leaving? I thought you'd stay and watch that madwoman Bellatrix get dragged off to Azkaban by the Aurors." Fred lowered his binoculars and turned to look at Albert, who was clutching his wrist.
"I think that madwoman will probably be executed on the spot," Lee Jordan corrected him.
"Yeah, that madwoman is too dangerous. The price of killing her is much lower than the price of taking her alive." George also thought the Aurors would kill Bellatrix outright.
None of the three understood why Albert was leaving before seeing the end. The show had only just begun; surely they had to see Bellatrix's final fate before leaving.
"Did something happen?"
George noticed Albert's behavior and was the first to react.
"Yeah, the Dark Lord is coming." Albert rubbed his bracelet and explained to the three of them, "If we don't want to run into him, we'd better get out of here early."
"The Dark Lord!"
All three were startled by Albert's words.
"Scrimgeour isn't here, so there's an eighty percent chance the Dark Lord is coming for me."
Albert raised his wand and summoned his Patronus, sending it to warn the Aurors hunting Bellatrix that the Dark Lord was on his way.
As for whether the Aurors would leave immediately or stay and continue surrounding the madwoman, that had nothing to do with him.
"Let's go."
After the ball of light flew from the tip of his wand toward the house ahead, Albert signaled for the three to grab his arm and Apparated away with them.
"Where are we?"
George looked around and found that the four of them had appeared beside a remote cliff, with raging waves visible ahead.
"A defensive fortification left over from a Muggle war. It's been completely forgotten and abandoned by Muggles,